Chapter 115: Rats and Dogs (Part 1)

In the dim room, several walls were covered with medieval-style adventure tapestries and portraits of Slytherin himself, almost covering the entire wall, as well as green silk wall hangings, and several small beds were covered with silver Silk sheets, and the ceiling is covered with silver-white lanterns. "Hunting" Web www. ΔLieWen. CC
Today, the students of Slytherin have left their dormitory because of Christmas, and now there is only one person and one mouse left.
"How is it? Has it fallen to the point of being scared by a dog bark?" Malfoy squatted down and looked at the large iron cage in front of him. It was extremely disproportionate that this could at least pretend The next big adult-sized cage now contains only a mouse, curled up in the corner.
"Oh, look." Malfoy was surprised, and took a piece of parchment paper from his arms. It was covered with fine maps and text, and shook in front of the mouse. "Aren't you called speck?" ?Why is this map showing Peter?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes and said playfully.
"It seems that Weasley treated you very well, and gave you another commonly-used name, right?" Malfoy said, tapping the big iron cage lightly with his hands, polishing the intact black iron The black is extremely deep, almost absorbing all the light around.
Scared and frightened, he fled desperately as the cage shook. He felt that he was already in danger. When he saw the map, he understood everything, and he was no longer dropped by the sky for why he ran halfway. The cage was strange to cover.
"You are thinner than I thought, and a little thinner this cage may not be able to hold you back." Malfoy said, touching his chin.
"How about, haven't you been to Slytherin's bedroom yet? Does the smell here make you more accustomed than Gryffindor's bedroom?" Malfoy stood up and opened his arms.
"But even betrayal is rare in our Slytherin College, and it's something to be spurned."
Every time Malfoy said a word, the more tense and frightened his heart was. The great fear was like a python. He could be swallowed at any time. He even wanted to change back to human form and beg directly for mercy, but this cage It completely restricted the operation of the magic in his body, making him unable to change back to his original appearance. He could only scream desperately now, showing his uneasiness and fear.
"Are you saying I'm right? Little dwarf Peter? Lord Dark Lord's not so faithful servant?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"It's also possible that you like the name Wormtail more." Malfoy pretended to tilt his head and thought, it seemed that he was really worried about how to call him.
Little dwarf Peter has now shrunk back to the corner of the cage, the trembling unceasing, the hair all standing upright, like a hedgehog. On his pointed nose, those little dark eyes dribbled around in the deep concave eye sockets, as if thinking of the way to get out.
"You must be curious now, right? Why would I know this secret." Malfoy said slowly, but the more intense the tone, the deeper his eyes.
"My luck is very good," Malfoy continued. "The twin brothers of your master now sent me a very useful map." Malfoy sighed with emotion, "big feet, prongs, worm tails , Moon face... When you were involved in making this map, did you think that one day you would be calculated by this map?"
Little dwarf Peter's trembling body gradually stopped.
"You should have gone to Filch's office many times?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "I have a good relationship with him now. He often complains to me that a mouse has disturbed him. All the souls of Mrs. Loris have been taken away."
"Want to get the map back? Escape Black's tracking?" Malfoy sneered. "You're still so timid, you never considered taking the initiative to solve the problem, you just escaped, and you could choose to betray when you can't escape." Malfoy clapped his hands, but no matter how he looked, he didn't seem to really appreciate it .
"I should be able to answer the question in your heart. Why do you say I know this secret?"
"I'm thinking about what to do next." Malfoy supported his chin with his wand in his hand, revealing a pensive look.
"Do you think the dog-and-rat fight is good-looking." Malfoy asked, and then he laughed: "I'm looking forward to what you two will get in a cage." Malfoy's wand pointed to the bottom of his bed, small The dwarf Peter looked involuntarily in the direction of his wand.
In an instant, he just felt he had nowhere to go.
Playing as a mouse for many years, let him learn the skills of night vision. Under the dark bed board, he saw a cage, which was larger than the one that was aimed at him. Inside it lies a black dog that he is familiar with. The root cause of this behavior in the past.
Finally, the trembling body stopped and the uncontrollable shudder began.
He felt that in front of the boy, his deep secret, the unbearable secret was like an onion that had been peeled off piece by piece, and the naked one was revealed.
He wondered if he would get bitten off his neck if he got along with Black in this state.
He was so frightened that he desperately scratched the hard floor with his claws, making an unpleasant noise, trying to leave marks on the ground.
"Maybe you can follow the same path as Black." Malfoy ignored the manic move made by Peter the Little Dwarf Peter, and continued to say for himself: "There is a little left of my truth-relieving agent here. It's delicious, do you want to try it?" While pulling out a small transparent bottle from his arms, there was about one-tenth of the liquid left in it.
Malfoy shook his head and sighed, and said with one finger: "His willpower is very tenacious. It is a man who can still maintain reason after being tortured by dementors for more than ten years. I poured him most of his bottles. Start telling the truth."
Malfoy gave Peter a contemptuous look, and then said, "You, one drop is enough?"
Peter finally knew how Malfoy learned the secrets about him.
But under the pressure of the fear of death, the little dwarf Peter's head began to fly, he was thinking about how he should beg for mercy, in order to seek his own chance for life.
Just as he was thinking, a wand was suddenly inserted into the gap of the iron of the cage, and the tip exploded violently with a fierce blue and white light, and Dasheng's light pierced his eyes.
Sharp screams continued from the mouse's little mouth.
His little black body twisted frantically on the floor, another dazzling flash of light, and then - it was like a quick shot of observing the growth of trees. A head appeared on the ground; limbs were also stretched out; after a while, a man stood prone on the place where the mouse was, twirling his hands in a cower, his body shaking like a sieve, and his squinted eyes looked around. , Just dare not look directly at the boy's eyes.
"How long haven't you been in the shower?" Malfoy's eyes were full of disgust, but he stepped closer to the cage and said in a brisk tone different from the one just now: "But, I have to say, your luck is good , Peter."
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Maybe Sirius Black's luck is not so good compared to Peter Duck, who has good luck.
Even a cunning fox can't fight a good hunter, because from an innate position, the hunter is already invincible. The hunter will not have serious consequences if he does not catch the prey, but once the prey is caught, the final result can be imagined know.
Time went back earlier, during the vacation that Malfoy and Fudge discussed.
When Malfoy and Fudge ended the negotiation between the two parties, he braved the blizzard to return to the castle and got a surprise.
Filch happily ran over with his oil lamp to inform him that the dog he wanted to catch had been caught, and then Filch took him to his room that was still rundown and still full of I went to the office with the taste of grilled fish.
"Look, that's right," Filch said proudly.
A cage was placed on his desk, and a dog was staring directly at them. It was hard to imagine a dog with such a focused expression.
It is the same type of iron cage, except that compared to Peter the Little Dwarf, Sirius Black has a much larger figure. There is no fear or panic in the eyes of the Black Dog. Instead, it shows fierceness and indifference. "
Sometimes, seeking proper help will make the person who helps you get more satisfaction and trust you more.
Falch was asked by Malfoy. Malfoy said that there was always a black dog appearing in the dorms of various colleges recently, and that he always appeared at night, instead of barking, which disturbed their sleep.
This may be the first time Filch was asked by a student, so that he tasted the taste of being recognized for the first time.
So he took the job more enthusiastically than Malfoy.
In addition, Malfoy often used the live map to study the route that Black took when he entered the school, and learned the movement of Black.
Intentionally or unintentionally, those who were able to escape Azkaban prison were so easily planted in an iron cage.
"How about handing him over to the principal?" Filch said, rubbing his hands excitedly.
"Then I guess Professor Dumbledore will release it "tolerantly," Malfoy said with a shrug.
"No, it took me such a long time to catch it." Filch quickly shook his head and refused, and Malfoy was almost full of traps in the school's secret passage, and then he himself often went on inspections, only today. The dog caught his hand, and it was unacceptable to let go of it lightly.
He looked up at Mrs. Lorris, whose entire body was hanging on the chandelier, and his eyes were filled with love: "It is because of this dog that its spirit has been languishing these days. Look, how pitiful she is. "Mrs. Loris yawned immediately when she heard the words."
"How about dog meat hot pot." Malfoy snapped his fingers.
"Can you eat this thing." Filch stared at the cage and swallowed.
"Of course." Malfoy nodded, and then made a few words with Filch before making an excuse to take the cage back.
But after this, he did not return to his bedroom, but went along the long staircase, trying to walk higher up to the eighth floor.
"I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place." Malfoy kept thinking, in front of him was a huge tapestry, a huge, ugly giant monster Being hitting the silly Barnabas in front of him with a big stick, Malfoy kept walking back and forth in the aisle, as if waiting for something.
A smooth door suddenly emerged from the wall.
"It's very hidden here, right?" Malfoy said, looking at the black dog in the cage.
In addition to the iron cage, Malfoy pushed the door directly into the room holding the cage, and the smell of dust was unpleasant, and he choked a few times.
"It's the first time here." Malfoy thought, leaving the cage at random on the ground, making a dull knocking sound, and then began to look up.
Rather than saying that this is a utility room, it is better to say that this is a city lined with high walls... The streets and alleys are full of shaky and broken furniture... There are thousands of books here, undoubtedly, Scribbled or stolen books; winged slingshots and mace flying saucers, several of them still hovering weakly over a mountain of forbidden objects; some broken bottles contain solidified potions; and Hat~EbookFREE.me~jewelry, cloak...
There is a room for everything.
"How about, this place is good." Malfoy bent down and said to Black in the cage. "The absolute quietness and confidentiality allow me, a Hogwarts student, to communicate with an Azkaban fugitive at ease."
"Introduce yourself first. My name is Draco Malfoy. From my seniority and bloodline, I may still call you uncle, oh, of course it may be uncle. I have never been interested in these titles." Malfoy straightened up and began to introduce himself.
Black's front paw slowly lifted and fell again, snorting heavily, and the indifferent eyes kept observing Malfoy.
"Oh, sorry, I seem to have forgotten something." Malfoy said as he woke up dreamily, then extended his wand into the cage, and began to read the spell in his mouth, so the black dog in the cage followed the spell. Gradually growing up, the black animal hair slowly faded away, and Blake gradually revealed his angular face and tall, thin figure.
Due to the latter, he had to curl up his body in the cage to get a place to settle. (To be continued.)