章 253: 0252 Bad Luck

With Malfoy joining the 'battlefield', Crabbe and Goyle also completely let themselves loose.

They saw teasing these owls as a good opportunity to vent their frustration. The curses' lights grazed the wings of the owls, scaring the little creatures and causing them to panic. Many of the terrified owls flew aimlessly and one even crashed into a hard stone wall, losing consciousness. Its feathers were stained with blood and its eyes were wide open in fear.

"Haha, look at these fools!" Amidst the crackling sounds of explosions, Malfoy's laughter sounded particularly sharp and cruel. "I have something even more interesting!"

"Serpensortia!"

As he spoke, Malfoy flicked his wrist and his wand immediately emitted a wisp of ethereal black smoke. As the smoke touched the ground, it transformed into a long, thick black snake. The snake raised its head proudly, staring at the owls flying around, occasionally spitting out crimson snake venom. Its scales glistened in the dim light and its tongue flickered in and out.

However, the situation didn't go as Malfoy expected. Instead of being further frightened by the presence of the snake, the owls became even more excited. A snowy white owl broke free from the flock, moving so fast that even the snake couldn't react. Its steel-like talons swept across the snake's back, causing Malfoy's snake to collapse on the ground like an overfed caterpillar. The owl let out a triumphant hoot and flew back to join its companions.

"Draco, owls like to eat snakes–"

Malfoy's pale face froze instantly, and the words spoken by Crabbe made him even more furious.

"Don't run, you damn beast!"

Already filled with anger that couldn't be vented, Malfoy shouted loudly and used a powerful curse.

"Expulso!"

The curse light of expulso suddenly collided with the wall. After a violent explosion, the curse grazed the wing of an owl and rebounded, heading straight towards Goyle's stomach.

"Get out of the way!"

In an instant, Malfoy realized that he had acted impulsively. Using this curse in a room surrounded by walls was simply asking for trouble.

Goyle hadn't reacted yet, and Malfoy rushed towards him like a rolling ball. At the critical moment, he bumped into Goyle, causing him to stagger back a few steps. Malfoy himself managed to dodge the rebounded curse's light by a hair's breadth.

However, the expulso curse that touched the ground exploded once again. The strong air lifted Malfoy, who was suspended in mid-air, and if it weren't for Goyle acting as a cushion, just this impact alone would have been enough to keep him in the hospital wing for several days!

In the next few seconds, the expulso curse collided with the stone house, creating continuous explosions. Finally, after crashing into a dusty wooden shelf at the back of the room, the rebounded curse flew out of the window and disappeared. The shelf collapsed and the books and papers on it scattered all over the floor.

With this commotion, the owls no longer challenged Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. They flew out of the small windows on the stone walls, leaving this place of chaos!

The owlery was filled with dust, and the ground and surrounding stone walls were covered in small circular pits created by the expulso curse. Malfoy and his companions desperately covered their ears and lay on the ground, wishing they could hide in a pile of hay. They coughed and sneezed as the dust entered their noses and mouths.

"Oh, damn it!"

It wasn't until five minutes later that Malfoy exhaled a puff of smoke, supported his forehead, and stood up in a dazed manner. When he saw the mess he had caused in front of him, his face turned red with anger. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"What should we do, Draco–"

Goyle was also pulled up by Crabbe. The two of them brushed off the dust from their robes while wearing mournful expressions. "If Professor Watson finds out about what we did, he will make us clean the Owlery for several years."

Upon hearing this, Malfoy held his breath.

It had to be said that Goyle rarely had foresight. Based on Malfoy's understanding of Professor Watson, he was capable of doing such a thing!

The collapsed owlery made Malfoy feel a sense of difficulty. Just then, from the innermost part of the shed, only a decaying wooden leg was still propping up a wooden shelf. With a loud crash, the six to seven feet tall shelf collapsed completely, stirring up a cloud of rolling dust. The dust covered everything in a thick layer of gray, obscuring the sight of Malfoy and his companions.

Squeak!

Before the dust settled, a miserable and piercing screech suddenly came from the haze, catching the attention of Malfoy and his companions who were coughing from the dust. The sound was shrill and desperate, as if something was in great pain.

"What's going on? What is making that noise?!"

Crabbe looked frightened and exclaimed. He clutched his wand tightly, fearing that some dangerous creature was lurking in the dust.

"It's nothing serious, Crabbe. Probably just a rat. There are dead rats everywhere here, They were all caught by those beasts from outside–"

After listening carefully for a few moments, Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief and said.

Underneath the collapsed shelf, Scabbers' gray and fluffy body twitched continuously. One of his legs was pinned down by the fallen shelf, and from the bent angle, it was most likely broken. He felt a sharp pain in his leg, and he could not move it at all. He tried to gnaw at the wood, but it was too hard and thick for his teeth.

'How unlucky does one have to be to encounter such a situation?' Scabbers wailed in his heart!

After faking his death and escaping from Ron during the Halloween feast, he had been hiding here all this time.

'Wasn't it a brilliant idea?'

Even if Sirius Black infiltrated the castle again and discovered that he had left the boy, he would never think that he would be hiding in the owlery. Just like Lucius's son said, rats are the owls' food. Who would have thought that a rat would dare to hide right under the predator's nose?

But no matter how much he calculated, Scabbers didn't anticipate that Bryan would send these Slytherin brats to clean the owlery, and that Malfoy and his two lackeys would cause so much havoc here!

The rat's beady black eyes were filled with 'crystal' tears, and his heart was filled with immense sadness.

His leg was broken, he had no wand, and there was no one to treat him. What should he do next?

"Hey, Draco, look at this!"

Just as Scabbers was wallowing in self-pity, the dust cleared, and the dazzling blue light from the lightning cut through the rain curtain, illuminating the chaotic owlery. Taking advantage of this light, Goyle suddenly exclaimed, pointing at Scabbers in disbelief. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped open.

Draco thought Goyle had discovered something extraordinary, but when he saw Scabbers, he immediately glared at Goyle with disgust and said,

"What's the matter? It's just a rat. What, do you like it?"

He sneered at Goyle, mocking his stupidity and lack of taste.

"I've seen it before, Draco, it's, it's–"

Goyle struggled to think and explain to Draco what was special about this rat. He racked his brains, trying to recall where he had seen this rat before. And at the moment Goyle called out, Scabbers' body suddenly stiffened, and he let out a frightened squeak. Suppressing his fear, he struggled even harder to break free.

"This rat belongs to Weasley!"

In Draco's increasingly angry gaze, Goyle, who was sweating profusely, finally managed to blurt out in a hurry,

"This is Weasley's rat, Draco, remember? It bit me before!"

The heavy rain washed the world, and the flickering lightning in the clouds made the eerie cloud clusters appear sinister and bizarre. The thunder roared and shook the earth, as if announcing the arrival of a storm.

Inside the owl shed, it was gloomy, and even the sound of the pouring rain was suppressed by the strange atmosphere in the room, making little noise. The only light came from the occasional flashes of lightning, which cast eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with dust and the smell of feathers and droppings.

'Weasley's rat had bitten Goyle before?'

Malfoy stared at the trembling and shivering Scabbers with confusion and bewilderment in his gray eyes. He couldn't remember when this had happened, but he did recognize the skinny, dirty fur of the rat, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He frowned and tried to recall the memory, but it was vague and blurry.

"It was during our first year on the Hogwarts Express!" Goyle couldn't help but remind him.

The sudden gust of wind, carrying a damp chill, lifted Draco's hair from his forehead, clearing his mind. He felt a jolt of recognition, as the scene from three years ago flashed in his mind.

"Oh, I remember now, it was back then!" Malfoy exclaimed loudly.

It was during their first year at Hogwarts, when everyone was excitedly discussing Harry Potter being on the same train. Out of curiosity, he, Goyle, and Crabbe visited Harry Potter's compartment and discovered the black-haired, green-eyed, malnourished little boy who his mother had encountered at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions when they were buying their school uniforms.

At the time, he had planned to befriend Harry Potter!

Thinking back to his "ignorant youth," Malfoy shuddered with shame at his ridiculous thoughts. But immediately after, he burst into laughter.

"Ah, it's you!"

In a few steps, Malfoy and his two companions surrounded the helpless Scabbers like three giants. Malfoy pointed his wand at Scabbers' head, wearing a malicious smile.

"The pathetic sidekick of cowardly Potter, the rat of the Weasley family who willingly degraded himself. What are you doing here?"

Watching Scabbers trembling in fear, the pent-up frustration in Malfoy's heart quickly dissipated since Professor Watson's practical class. Malfoy used the tip of his wand to poke at Scabbers' body.

Malfoy crouched down, eyeing Scabbers' injured leg with curiosity, as he answered his own question. He spoke in a falsely compassionate tone, as if he cared about the rat's fate.

"Did you run away from home, because the Blood-traitor Weasley was so destitute that he couldn't even feed a rat, so you had to scavenge for yourself?"

Crabbe and Goyle howled with laughter, enjoying Malfoy's taunting. They chimed in with their own jibes and jests.

"Or maybe he was looking for a better owner, but no one wanted him!"

"Or maybe he tried to join the owls, but they shooed him away!"

"Enough, you two!"

Malfoy didn't notice the fear in Scabbers' eyes, which showed a remarkable amount of humanity. He stood up abruptly, pushing the two big guys a few steps back. Then, he turned around at a distance of ten feet, holding his wand and wearing a wicked smile.

"We need to have some fun!"

Scabbers desperately scratched at the ground, hoping to escape into the shadows. But as a mere rat, he lacked the strength to move the heavy wooden frame, and the pain from his broken leg tormented his nerves.

What should he do?

Black hadn't managed to overcome the obstacles and reach him yet, but the annoying little boys had unexpectedly discovered him and seemed determined not to let him go easily.

Suddenly, he felt a slight tug on his injured hind leg. He felt ecstatic, thinking he had finally freed himself from the shackles of the wooden frame. Just as he was about to escape into the shadows using his remaining three claws, he suddenly felt his body become weightless. In the next moment, he was uncontrollably floating in mid-air.

He realized too late that it was Malfoy's magic that had lifted him up. He felt a surge of panic, as he realized that he was at Malfoy's mercy. He tried to wriggle and squirm, but it was useless.

Seeing Scabbers desperately struggling and scratching on the ground, Malfoy's mocking laughter became even more joyful. He watched with delight as the rat's fear and pain increased.

"Let me think… Ah, I've got it!"

Malfoy's excited gaze wandered around, and when he saw a large pile of gray-green bird droppings under a branch, his gray eyes suddenly lit up.

"Look at what the Weasley has turned you into, you little thing, aren't you hungry!"

With that, Malfoy swiftly swung his wand, and Scabbers, like an insect trapped in solidifying amber, traced a graceful curve in mid-air and plunged headfirst into the fresh pile of bird droppings.

Squeak!

Scabbers' three limbs slipped on the ground within the pile, but now he was just a rat, completely powerless against the force of magic.

"Hey, don't run away, little guy!"

Amidst Crabbe and Goyle's loud cheers, Malfoy's face, tinged with a bluish hue, gradually became ferocious. He used his magic to keep Scabbers firmly pressed in the pile of bird droppings, controlling his body to roll around as if giving him a bath.

"Since you can tolerate Potter and the Weasleys, this pile of bird droppings obviously shouldn't be a problem for you!"

Malfoy's expression was menacing, his nose raised, and his eyes filled with malice. He was determined to torment Scabbers until he was satisfied before giving up.

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章 254: 0253 Madness&Mercy

The torment of hunger, the pain of severed limbs, the stench of bird droppings, the dizziness of spinning–

Each one was impacting Peter's nerves like a tsunami, even with his tolerable personality, his anger was swelling and uncontrollably in his heart, until a moment-

A dazzling light suddenly flashed in the dim owl shed, Malfoy broke the connection of his wand, instinctively covering his eyes, and Crabbe and Goyle, who were watching the show behind him, had the same reaction. Two seconds later, Malfoy, who was caught off guard by the bright light, put down his hand, and when he saw the where the light appeared, his expression suddenly became stunned.

'That rat turned into a strange man?'

This was a very small person, not much taller than Malfoy himself, with dull and sparse hair, a large bald spot on top of his head, and the man looked wrinkled, like a fat man who had lost a lot of weight in a short time. His skin was dirty, in fact, using the word "dirty" was a bit too mild - his exposed skin was covered in bird droppings.

"That's enough!"

Peter's sharp voice was like nails scraping on a chalkboard, his small green eyes filled with murderous intent, staring angrily at the stunned Malfoy.

"Damn it. You three little bastards, I want you to pay the price!"

In that instant, several questions flashed through Malfoy's mind:

'Where did that rat go? Who is this man? Where did he come from? What the hell did Weasley actually raise?' But before he could find any answers, this ugly man pounced on him, his face twisted with rage and madness. The only word Malfoy shouted was:

"Run!"

Malfoy reacted quickly, almost immediately realizing that this strange man was very dangerous. He felt a cold sweat on his forehead, and a surge of fear in his chest. In the moment he shouted, he had already turned and rushed towards the door. But unfortunately, Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind him, and these two big idiots hadn't figured out what was going on yet. They were wondering why Draco turned a rat into an ugly dwarf, and when did Draco master this neat transformation magic?

They looked at each other, confused and curious, blocking Draco's way out. Draco cursed under his breath, and tried to push them aside, but it was too late. At the critical moment of escape, Malfoy was blocked by his two loyal lackeys, and in the blink of an eye, their hope of escaping alive was completely dashed.

A rough but powerful hand like a pincer clamped his neck from behind, causing Draco to immediately suffocate. He felt a sharp pain in his throat, and a choking sensation in his lungs. His cheeks turned red, and his body was unable to move, while the man behind him unceremoniously took away his wand.

"Help… me."

Draco opened his hand and desperately pleaded for help from Crabbe and Goyle, who were just within reach, but the subsequent violent explosion made him lose his last hope.

The two big guys were blown away by Peter, who had cast a powerful blasting curse at them. They flew across the room, crashing into the walls and cages, and falling to the ground, unconscious and bleeding.

Then Malfoy's body was twisted around. He looked at this ugly man who was about the same height as him, his trembling body filled with fear, and even his voice was trembling.

"Who… who are you?"

He asked, hoping to stall for time, or to find a way to escape, or to appeal to the man's conscience, if he had any.

"Lucius Malfoy's son!"

Peter pointed his wand at Draco's eyes, his large yellow teeth grinding against each other, making a creaking sound.

He recognized the boy's features, the blond hair, the pale skin, the arrogant nose.

"What kind of revenge should I take to make up for the humiliation I suffered!"

Peter hissed, his eyes gleaming with malice and cruelty.

"You can't kill me–"

Draco interrupted, trying to reason with the man, trying to save his own life. Because of fear, tears uncontrollably flowed from Malfoy's eyes. With his quick thinking, he had already figured it out. The man in front of him was an Animagus, a knowledge that Professor McGonagall had just taught them recently.

"Dumbledore. The headmaster and Professor Watson are both in the school. If you kill us, you won't be able to escape."

He said, trying to sound confident and calm, but his voice betrayed his panic and desperation.

"Haha, clever little slickhead, no wonder you're Lucius's son!"

Peter said with a wheezing breath, a moment of hesitation flashed in his small green eyes.

Indeed, this was what he feared. Otherwise, these three annoying little brats would have become cold corpses.

"So, what should I do, young Malfoy?"

After a brief moment of thought, Peter had come up with an idea, but he still had that grinning face facing Malfoy.

"Since you have seen through my true identity, you should know that I can't let you go!"

He said, tightening his grip on Malfoy's neck, making him gasp for air.

At that moment, Draco cursed Ron Weasley's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind, wishing them all kinds of misfortune and suffering.

That stupid, ignorant guy actually kept such a dangerous man as a pet by his side, and he still hadn't noticed anything suspicious. And he himself was just unlucky enough to stumble upon the man's true form, revealing his sinister secret.

Draco didn't know why this man turned into a rat and infiltrated Hogwarts, but he could imagine that he must be plotting some unspeakable conspiracy. In this situation, if Malfoy himself were this man, he would most likely not spare himself, Crabbe, and Goyle, who had witnessed his transformation.

What should he do?

Despair filled Draco's heart like a cold and heavy stone. Was he really going to die here today, in this filthy place, at the hands of this monstrous and ruthless man?

At this critical moment, Draco's brain was spinning faster than ever before, like a frantic hamster on a wheel. He desperately thought of a way to save his life, grasping at any straw that could help him. Suddenly, a bit of information in the words of this unnamed dangerous man gave Draco a glimmer of hope, like a faint star in the dark night sky.

"You know who my father is, sir–"

His throat was choked by the man's palm, and Draco struggled to breathe, feeling his lungs burn and his vision blur. But he didn't dare to resist too much because the man was pointing his own wand at him, ready to unleash a fatal curse at any moment!

Peter was momentarily stunned by his words. He tilted his head and looked at Draco, his small eyes filled with ill intentions, like a snake eyeing its prey.

"I do know your father. But so what? Are you planning to use your father's name to order me to spare you?"

"I think you might be a friend of my father, sir–"

Struggling to breathe, Draco's eyes were filled with hope and pleading as he stared at the ugly man, who had a rat-like face and a missing finger. He blurted out each word, hoping to persuade him.

"I think you might be a friend of my father. I boldly guess that you-you staying by Weasley's side must be to teach that idiot a lesson."

Draco's thoughts became clearer as he spoke, trying to appeal to the man's hatred.

"That blood-traitor family must have done something to anger you, right? If you want to deal with them, I can offer you some insignificant help, sir. My father has always despised that kind of low-class family. If you… if you are willing to join forces with my father, I bet even with Dumbledore protecting the Weasleys, we can drive this group of embarrassing people out of the Magical Britain!"

To be honest, Draco's performance surprised Peter.

Since Ron entered Hogwarts, he had been staying by Ron's side, pretending to be his faithful pet. In less than three years, he had witnessed countless times Draco Malfoy causing trouble for the Golden trio, mocking, insulting, them. Privately, he had also heard Ron curse Draco Malfoy, calling him a slimy git, a ferret, and a coward.

He understood this boy, a typical Slytherin from a pure blood family, a proud and arrogant yet sensitive and fragile person, who cared about his status and reputation more than anything.

But the words Draco Malfoy just said made Peter realize that this little boy indeed had some cleverness, and some courage.

"Um–"

Peter hesitated for a moment, and the strength in his hand slowly dissipated, loosening his grip on Malfoy's neck.

"Smart kid, I do have some grudges with the Weasley family. But they are staunch supporters of Dumbledore, so even though I have had countless opportunities to take their lives over the years, I am worried–"

Upon hearing this, Draco broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and his understanding of the danger this man posed deepened, making his heart sink even lower!

He thought the man just wanted to teach the Weasley family a lesson, maybe scare them a bit, or hurt them a little. But he didn't expect that he actually planned to kill the entire Weasley family. His father had never planned to exterminate the Weasley family.

Because no matter what, the Weasley family was still one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families with a long history, and they had intricate connections with many prominent families and influential politicians in the wizarding world. Killing them would undoubtedly directly offend half of the British wizarding world, and even the Malfoy family couldn't bear the backlash at that level.

"My father can help you–"

Malfoy's face turned ugly, even though he cursed Peter as a madman in his mind, he still maintained a respectful and humble demeanor, hoping to appease him.

"You probably know that my father is capable of dealing with Dumbledore. Earlier last year, he briefly drove Dumbledore out of Hogwarts. I can convince my father to help, as long as Dumbledore loses his power."

Draco's words made Peter hesitate even more. His face showed obvious difficulty, as if he was struggling with a dilemma in his mind whether or not to spare Draco.

Seeing this, Draco worked even harder to praise his father's abilities, as if Lucius could send Dumbledore to Azkaban at any time, if he wished. He exaggerated his father's influence and power, hoping to impress Peter and make him think that he was worth keeping alive.

"Alright, kid, you've convinced me–"

Malfoy's mouth was almost trembling and his neck was sore, as he had used up all his eloquence and cunning to persuade Peter. Draco felt a surge of relief and gratitude when Peter finally reluctantly nodded.

Peter stared at Malfoy, who had a look of ecstatic joy, and said in a sinister tone,

"You must keep my identity a secret, understand, kid? Otherwise, even if you're Lucius's son, I won't spare you."

With a snap, Peter let go of his hand, and Draco fell to the ground, gasping for air.

At the same time, Crabbe and Goyle, who were lying on the ground, slowly opened their eyes. They sat on the ground, dazed, staring at the sweaty Draco and the unfamiliar man holding Draco's wand, not knowing how to react. They had no idea what had happened, or why Draco was talking to this man so respectfully.

Suddenly, Malfoy, like a monkey, jumped up from the ground. He took a few cautious steps back, trembling, and asked,

"Sir, I will go back to the dormitory and write a letter to my father, asking him to start planning to deal with Dumbledore–"

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