At the entrance to the ancient, magnificent Castle, the jet-black Thestrals shook their necks and spread their batlike wings. A giant over three meters tall sat at the front of the carriage, holding the reins.
The white-bearded old man waved his hand, floating Rat Man onto a seat while binding him tightly with Magic Rope. Beside the white-bearded old man, Bat Man looked frighteningly grim. He seemed ravenous, already unable to restrain his terrible impulse,
ready at any moment to bare his fangs and claws and fill his belly with Rat Man.
These were the words Brian, having witnessed it himself, intended to write secretly in his diary.
His Muggle brain had rebooted at this scene so rich in fantasy, and Brian the Muggle was very willing to use this excuse to take up the diary he had neglected for ten days.
"Have a safe trip. Once Lupin arrives tomorrow, I'll go to the Ministry of Magic with him."
As Brian spoke, he removed a few cockleburs stuck to the two Thestrals-heaven knew how these little things had climbed onto their sparsely haired skin; perhaps it was the magic of nature-then waved his wand at Peter.
"All right, the Magic Seal on this fellow has been lifted now. If the Ministry of Magic doesn't believe he's an Animagus and asks him to turn into a rat on the spot, he's perfectly capable of cooperating."
Hearing the words "Magic Seal," Snape could not stop unpleasant memories from surfacing. He could not help glancing at Brian, his expression darkening further, before looking back at Peter.
Peter Pettigrew, who was playing dead, trembled-his magic was back. He could not resist secretly opening his tightly shut eyelids into slits that barely let in any light, looking furtively around in search of a shred of