Peter Pettigrew can't be crazy, he must be plotting something!
They have been trying to catch Peter, but judging from the current situation...
Ivan woke up suddenly, Peter must be trying to catch Blake, right? ! Dumbledore wasn't at Hogwarts tonight, but Snape was. Peter knew that Snape hated Black, and he was going to take advantage of it.
As long as you tell Snape the news that Black will sneak into the castle tonight, there is no need for Peter Pettigrew to do it himself, and Snape will help him catch Black. With Snape's hatred for Black, once he was caught, he would probably be given to the dementors outside the castle immediately instead of handed over to magic for trial.
As long as Black is removed, no one will know that Peter Pettigrew is still alive; no one can even prove that he betrayed Harry's parents back then, so he can appear in front of the public openly. At that time, he can tell everyone that he has endured humiliation for twelve years, and as a mouse, he has been silently protecting Harry and protecting him from Sirius Black...
Aiwen's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, it was really terrifying!
This is definitely a conspiracy planned by Peter Pettigrew. Since Professor Lupine's identity as a werewolf was discovered last night, this conspiracy has already begun.
Even without plans of his own, Pettigrew will lure Blake to town tonight!
Wait a minute, Ivan forced himself to calm down.
It stands to reason that it is impossible for Peter Pettigrew to know when Black will come. Even if he gave the password to the other party through Crookshanks, Black may not act according to his ideas, and it is even more impossible for Peter Pettigrew to keep Snape on guard all the time. In the Gryffindor common room.
This is really unrealistic, unless he can keep track of Sirius Black's movements at any time.
There are many ways to do this, but for Peter Pettigrew, the only practical one is...
"Marauder's Map!"
Aiwen suddenly found that he had ignored this magic item that could know the location of everyone in the castle.
Ron was there when Professor Lupine confiscated the Marauder's Map yesterday. Peter must have known that the Marauder's Map was with Professor Lupine, so he controlled Ron to Professor Lupine's office last night. He must be looking for that map of.
"Ron?!" Harry yelled.
The three of them stood at the door of the bedroom, and it was dim inside. With the faint light from the window, Ivan saw Ron lying on his four-poster bed with his back to them, as if he was asleep, and the curtains around the bed were all drawn down. down.
He could feel Peter Pettigrew hiding in Ron's jacket pocket. Maybe he hasn't had the chance to get the Marauder's Map yet. He simply doesn't have the time. He can't look for that map in front of everyone in the school. The Marauder's Map must still be in Professor Lupine's office!
Ivan turned around in a hurry, as long as he passed now and found the Marauder's Map before Peter Pettigrew, there would be no accidents tonight.
"Evan, what are you doing?" Hermione said in panic.
"I'll go to Professor Lupin's office and look for the Marauder's Map!" Ivan said in a low voice.
"I'll go with you too..."
"No, you and Harry stay here, watch Ron!" Ivan looked at Hermione, and said worriedly, "Remember, be careful before I come back!"
"I know, and you too!" Hermione hesitated, and quickly stepped forward to hug Ivan.
Ivan hugged Hermione tightly, with the girl's warmth in his arms, he ran out of the common room, and rushed to Professor Lupine's office as fast as he could. As he descended the spiral staircase quickly, his mind was full of things to do with the Marauder's Map.
At the corner of the fourth floor, he and Professor Trelawney collided heavily.
Professor Trelawney seemed to have just come back from the kitchen. She smelled of sherry all over her body and was holding two wine bottles in her hand. He was knocked to the ground by Ivan.
"Watch out, watch where you're going!"
"I'm sorry, Professor!" Ivan hurriedly helped her up.
"It turned out to be you, my dear child!" Professor Trelawney held Ivan's arm tightly, and she suddenly approached, staring at him with big watery eyes, whispering in a vague voice, "Honey, I found that the signs on your body are becoming clearer and clearer..."
"Thank you, Professor! I will be careful." Ivan broke away from the other party, and the strong smell of alcohol on her body made him very uncomfortable.
"No, you don't understand!" murmured Professor Trelawney, "disaster, misfortune, getting closer..."
As if to match her words, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the candle not far away jumped and was blown out by the wind!
The already dark corridor became even more gloomy. In the darkness, Aiwen could only see the blurred figure of the other party.
"It's death, my dear!" Professor Trelawney's voice was like a whisper, intermittent and faint, "It's coming, it's getting closer, it's approaching a vulture circling overhead, Lower and lower, lower and lower, right above the castle!"
Ai Wen didn't speak, he looked around anxiously, he didn't want others to see this embarrassing scene.
Fortunately, there were only the two of them in the corridor.
Professor Trelawney didn't stop. According to what she said, someone in the castle would die soon.
This is definitely not good news, could it be Sirius Black, or...
Of course, in Aiwen's view, it is more likely that the other party is talking nonsense.
"Honey, will you take a divination class next year?" Professor Trelawney asked suddenly.
"Maybe, yes!" Ivan replied in a low voice.
But he secretly made up his mind that he must not take the divination class next year, otherwise he would be scared to death by Professor Trelawney sooner or later.
From the day he met her, Ai Wen had never heard a happy prophecy from the other party.
"You, like that child of the Potter family, have never been a good prophet, and the aura on your heads is very small!" Professor Trelawney said, "But you two are very ideal prediction objects, the destiny The symptoms are clearer in the two of you than in others."
The other party seemed to be praising himself, but Ai Wen wasn't sure if he should be happy.
It is a sad quality indeed if the portents of fate are clear and mean to be constantly prophesied of death.
"Professor, I have something urgent to do, I have to go!"
Ivan turned to leave, but a loud, hoarse voice suddenly spoke behind him.
"That's about to happen!"
"Sorry, Professor! What did you say?"
Ivan turned around quickly, and he saw that Professor Trelawney seemed to be a different person. She was leaning against the wall, her body was stiff, her eyes were loose, and her chin drooped.
Ivan's heart thumped violently. Could it be that Professor Trelawney is going to make a prophecy? !
A true prophecy! ! !