HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 133 The Mouse Under the Moonlight

Snape reacted very quickly, dodging the spell Ron launched from the left, but he couldn't dodge the attack from Harry's right. After an explosion, Snape was thrown against the wall, blood seeping from his forehead, and he passed out completely.

"Oh! Ron! Harry!"

Hermione looked at her two friends, feeling both touched and frightened. Just now, when Snape announced her suspension, Ron and Harry attacked Snape with their wands.

“We shouldn’t attack teachers…” Hermione frantically bit her finger. “This will get us into trouble…”

“That’s right,” Sirius Black looked intently at Harry, “you should let me do it—”

"Sirius!" Remus Lupin called out disapprovingly; now was not the time to fight his old nemesis from school.

“Thank you,” Lupin said gently, looking at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. “Now it’s time for us to prove the truth to you. Give me Peter Pettigrew—”

Ron hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously gripped the mouse in his hand even tighter.

"What if you've made a mistake? There are millions of rats in the world—"

“My spell will only force him to reveal his true form,” Lupin said. “If it were just an ordinary mouse, the spell wouldn’t hurt it at all.”

Ron hesitated, but eventually handed the mouse to Lupin. During this process, the mouse began to squeal and struggle desperately, even scratching bloody marks on Ron and Lupin's hands.

Ron gasped and withdrew his right hand, but Lu Ping gripped the mouse tightly without changing his expression, as if it wasn't his hand that had been scratched.

"Together, Sirius?" Lupin asked calmly.

Sirius Black grabbed Snape's wand and strode toward Lupin, his smoky grey eyes shining brightly, as if flames were burning within them.

"of course."

"Count to three, one—"

"two--"

"three!"

Lupin and Black simultaneously cast a spell; in a blue-white light, the rat howled and gradually transformed—

A very short, bald, middle-aged man appeared on the floor.

Its pointed nose, small, round black eyes, and light-colored hair the same color as a mouse's fur are all identical to those of the spotted mouse.

"Merlin's briefs!" Ron groaned in horror.

"Hello, Peter, it's been a long time."

Lupin spoke with an unusually relaxed tone, as if the fact that a mouse could become an old friend was not surprising at all.

Black's pupils contracted with excitement, and the way he held his wand high made Peter Pettigrew flinch.

Lupin stopped Black from immediately killing Peter, but his wand remained pointed precisely at Peter without wavering.

"Now, Peter, let's find out what really happened back then—"

Lu Ping spoke meaningfully, word by word.

*

Lyra and Theodore Nott watched as Professor Snape disappeared beneath the Willow before nimbly leaping out from behind the tree.

"Why is Professor Snape coming to the hole under the Whomping Willow all night instead of having dinner in the Great Hall?" Lyra wondered.

The red-haired twins quickly gathered around, and the group looked like they were having a classroom discussion.

Fred had a look on his face that said, "You know you should go to the auditorium for dinner," but soon he became just as excited as George.

“There must be a secret here!” George said.

“Perhaps the tunnel under the Whomping Willow leads to some secret base,” Fred said. “Maybe it’s where Snape researched the Dark Arts—”

“Or it could be where Snape hid his treasures!” George continued to speculate.

“Your imaginations are so outdated, all about treasure,” Lyra’s thoughts wandered a bit more. “Perhaps it’s the place where Professor Snape and his secret lover secretly met!”

Theodore Nott: "......"

Nott began to regret it; he shouldn't have impulsively agreed to go for a walk. Getting involved with Gryffindor was indeed a waste of precious time and life.

“So…” Leila drawled, “should we follow them and see what happens?”

Nott looked at his black-haired friend, who was eager to try. He said it was a question, but his face already said the answer.

He then turned to look at the other two adventurous Gryffindors, and unsurprisingly, they both agreed.

“I’m sure you haven’t forgotten that Professor Snape was not only the youngest professor at Hogwarts,” Nott said slowly, “but also the youngest Potions Master of his time, and a master of the Dark Arts—”

Three pairs of question marks looked at Theodore Nott, completely baffled as to what this had to do with the thrilling chase that was about to begin.

"Whether Professor Snape goes to his secret Dark Arts base, his treasure trove," Nott casually suggested, "or goes on a date with his secret lover, will he be completely unprepared?"

These three foolish lions' guesses are all more outrageous than the last.

Unless the Dean of the House swapped his brain with Froebeest's, he wouldn't be doing something so absurd at Hogwarts.

Besides, he must be crazy to follow a group of Gryffindors to track down his own headmaster, who is ruthless and skilled in dark magic.

No Slytherin with a brain would do that. No, not even the most brainless Goyle and Crabbe in the house would do that.

"..."

Leila, Fred, and George were silent for a moment, but the three of them quickly regained their optimism and confidence.

"We can be more cautious..."

Before Fred could finish speaking, Lyra suddenly pounced on the lawn beside her. She rolled around, getting covered in grass clippings, but happily raised her right hand.

In the moonlight, the three boys saw a mouse being held in Lyra's right hand.

"Scarlett!" the red-haired twins shouted in unison.

“So Scabbers ran outside the castle,” Lyra said. “Ron will be so happy to know Scabbers isn’t dead—”

George saw Scabbers struggling desperately in Lyra's hands, scratching her right hand red in several places. He took out his wand and decisively cast a petrification spell on the mouse.

The mouse immediately stopped moving.

Worried that the mouse would escape again, Lyra used her wand to add a binding charm, binding the mouse tightly with rope before putting it in her pocket.

Just as George was about to say something to Lyra, a terrifying roar suddenly came. The three Gryffindors and one Slytherin froze. The four of them turned around at the same time and saw a werewolf howling at the full moon not far from the Willow Tree.

"A werewolf!" Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

This time, even the usually composed Theodore Nott's expression changed.