Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Peter Pettigrew climbed all the way to the eighth floor and came to the headmaster's office.

"Headmaster Dumbledore shouldn't be here... I heard before that he hasn't been back to school for a long time..."

Peter Pettigrew looked at the spiral staircase and the stone statue, he took a deep breath, looked at the empty corridor, and relieved Af*ck Gus.

Peter Pettigrew, a short and fat star, appeared in front of the spiral staircase.

"The password should be... Cockroach Pile?"

The stone statue at the stairs did not respond, and Peter Pettigrew was not discouraged, and continued:

“Iced lemon juice, toffee finger biscuits, zizi honey candy, chubby super bubble gum…”

After trying more than a dozen passwords in a row, the stairs did not change. Peter Pettigrew was a little anxious. He scratched his messy hair and said:

"Liquorice wands, coconut sorbets, chocolate frogs... pear hard candies, creamy mints..."

Click!

There was a soft sound from the spiral staircase, and Peter the dwarf star showed a pleasant surprise.

"Sure enough, the password-order of the principal's office is still these..."

Peter was taken to the front of the office by the spiral staircase. He listened with his ears sideways. There was no sound in the office. Peter bravely pushed open a small gap, and then turned into a mouse and got in.

The principal's office was silent, except for a magic oil lamp on the table by the stairs.

Peter looked up and found Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox sleeping there, and he was relieved.

As for the old guys in the mural, they were already asleep, and as long as Peter didn't make too much noise, they wouldn't wake up.

"Dumbledore wasn't there. 39

Peter Pettigrew was ecstatic in his heart, he came to the principal's desk, and quietly returned to his human form.

Then he carefully opened the drawer and began to search.

There were a lot of letters in the drawer, Peter Pettigrew read them one by one, and learned a little about what had happened recently.

In addition to the letters, there are some records that Dumbledore inadvertently left on paper while he was thinking.

And the three parchments surprised Peter Pettigrew even more.

"So it is... Saruman, Sauron, Shilob, Balrog..."

Combining the information left by Dumbledore and the parchment, Peter Pettigrew put together a lot of information.

He wanted to take the parchment away, but he was afraid that there might be some magic on it, so he hesitated and put the parchment back.

"This is…"

Peter Pettigrew opened the second drawer and was surprised when he saw what was inside.

"I seem to have seen it from the master... This is the ring of the Gaunt family?"

Peter Pettigrew recognized this ring, it should be Voldemort's thing, how did it come to Dumbledore?

"If I take it to the master..."

Peter Pettigrew smiled and put the ring in his arms.

He looked around again and found a small box in a secret dark cell.

Peter opened the box curiously, revealing the contents inside.

"This…"

Peter Pettigrew was startled.

In the box is a crouched little man, only the size of a palm, gray in color, and looks a little disgusting...

It was sealed by magic, but Peter Pettigrew still sensed from its faint scent that it was Voldemort's soul!

"Oh... Master, I finally found you..."

"Poor, loyal Wormtail finally sees its master again..."

Peter Pettigrew let out a low cry. He looked at the seal on the Soul Fragment, afraid that touching the seal would cause Dumbledore's vigilance, so he closed the box again.

"Master, Wormtail will save you!

Peter Pettigrew also put the box in his arms, and he had just guessed from the few words of records left by Dumbledore that Voldemort might be looking for the unicorn.

So next he just needs to go to the place where the unicorns are said to be haunted, and then he can find Voldemort.

"I have to get out of here!"

Satisfied with finding the Gaunt ring and Voldemort's Soul Fragment, Pettigrew planned to escape from the Headmaster's office.

He changed back to Ah f*ck Gus and got out through the crack of the door.

"I'm leaving Hogwarts..."

Peter Pettigrew, who slipped out of the principal's office, ran downstairs frantically, but when he reached the first floor, he stopped again...

"But I haven't had my revenge... Artel, that little Slytherin wizard..."

"If he hadn't given me that potion, I wouldn't have been exposed, attacked by Snape, tried by the Ministry of Magic, stripped of the Merlin Medal, or tortured in Azkaban. !99

Thinking of the hardships he's endured these days, and comparing the days when Ron took care of him as a mouse, Peter Pettigrew's teeth tickled with anger.

·Seeking flowers»

"I want revenge!

A look of determination flashed in Peter Pettigrew's eyes.

Sneak into the Slytherin lounge in the middle of the night, find the little wizard named Artel, steal his wand, and reward him with a killing curse...

God does not know, ghosts do not know.

Take revenge and throw Hogwarts into chaos!

Pettigrew Peter crawled towards the basement. This slap-sized mouse, like a duck in the water in the middle of the night, followed the wall and soon came to the entrance of Slytherin's lounge.

Ordinary other academy witches don't know where the entrance to Slytherin is, but Peter Pettigrew does.

It was a stone door hidden inside the stone wall.

At first, the four of them made a Marauder's map, but they knew the layout of the whole school thoroughly.

Peter Pettigrew returned to his original form at the entrance of Slytherin. He faced the stone wall and whispered:

"Pure blood, glory, snake, mithril..."

There was a crackling sound from the stone wall, and Peter Pettigrew showed a disdainful smile.

"Stupid Slytherin, stupid Snape..."

Peter Pettigrew turned into a mouse again and got into the Slytherin lounge.

It was late at night, and the common area of ​​the lounge was empty.

Peter Pettigrew walked around the lounge, smelling the smell of cockroaches on his nose.

"The smell of that guy in Malfoy, Artel and Malfoy should be roommates..."

Malfoy used to bully Ron a lot, and he had tortured Peter Pettigrew in the form of a rat, so he was familiar with Malfoy's taste.

Following the smell, Pettigrew came to Artel's bedroom in love.

"It's here..."

Peter Pettigrew returned to his original appearance, he twitched his nose, and the originally strong smell suddenly faded a lot.

"That guy Malfoy, I have to teach him a good lesson, but I can't kill him... After all, he is Lucius' son..."

Peter reached out and pushed, the bedroom door was locked,

"Araho cave open!"

Peter stretched out his hand and cast the Unlocking Charm without a stick, but Artel's bedroom had an Anti-Unlocking Charm, so it didn't work...

"I'm furious!!

Peter Pettigrew was furious.

Is this Slytherin?

Gryffindor's bedroom is not locked! Slytherin not only locks the door, but also has anti-unlocking spells?!

Against who is this?! Mountain.