Chapter 153 The Ether Society appears again

Harry has been very troubled lately.

Ever since he met Mr. Malfoy that day, Draco had often looked at him with a resentful look, as if it was because he had been beaten. Owen almost died laughing after hearing the whole story of that conversation. Recently,

He always looked at him with strange eyes, looking like he was watching a good show, which made him want to be beaten.

There were no clues in either the crown or the diary, so he had to focus on Peter Pettigrew, who was most likely to have the problem, and wanted to open a breakthrough from him. However, when he was wearing an invisibility cloak and trying to follow him at night, he was killed by Professor McGonagall.

A cat that was patrolling the castle was caught out...

At this sensitive moment when the heir was raging, he was imprisoned for going out at night, and as expected, more rumors spread on campus, causing students who were originally doubtful to believe that Harry was Slytherin.

The heir - look, he must have been caught on his way to open the secret room!

Now, Harry looked solemnly at a piece of paper that appeared silently on his bedside, his persecution paranoia sadly deepening again.

This slightly yellowed stationery has a line of words written in dragon and phoenix fonts: Dear Mr. Harry Potter, as a research subject that we value very much, you will eventually be lucky enough to become the cornerstone of our great experiment! Here we warmly

We would like to remind you, please pay attention to protect your personal safety, stay in a good mood, and avoid unnecessary damage, otherwise we will come to pick you up in advance~

On the lower right side of the letter paper is the signature "Ether Society", as well as the cross-star pupil eye-shaped emblem of the Ethereum Society. The letters ES below the pattern are the abbreviation of the Ether Society.

Harry threw the letter on the table angrily. He thought he had escaped the shadow of the Aether Society, but he didn't expect those guys had been staring at him and could send the letter to him silently. Those madmen actually

They also treat him as an experimental subject and pretend to remind him to pay attention to his safety, as if he can't escape from their clutches no matter what...

Owen looked over from the side, glanced at the content on the letter, and said with interest: "Look, there is such a group of people caring about your safety in a place you don't know. How 'lucky' you are!"

"Bah, who wants this kind of luck?" Harry said angrily. He looked at Owen carefully and suddenly raised his hand to grab Owen's hand, but was quickly dodged. He backhanded

He tried to grab Owen's face again, but all attempts were in vain... Owen is a person who can play cat claws with cats and never lose. How could he be so easily succeeded?

"Do you know that you look very perverted?" Before teasing Harry until his hair exploded, Owen asked Harry to touch his hand in a face-to-face manner and said playfully.

Harry stared at the still pale and smooth skin on Owen's hands, and did not see any blisters on it. He turned around and went to find Draco, completely ignoring Owen's jokes to prevent this guy from getting more excited.

"Wow, is the handshake monster going to appear in Hogwarts again?" Owen said with a smile.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Master." Peter Pettigrew cried bitterly, "Then how long do I have to wait?"

…

"Yeah, that's right..." Peter's expression became complicated and dazed again. He lowered his head in silence, and wrung his hands tightly together. There was a depressing silence in the office for a long time, and then he

Said in a trembling and high-pitched voice: "Harry, you'd better leave Hogwarts this year..."

"No, Pettigrew, I know that you even sacrificed your own life to avenge my parents. This is something that the bravest people would do." Harry lowered his head and said in a very serious tone.

The atmosphere here was pleasant, but Harry on the other side was suspicious. Filch sent him to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and told him that he needed to be detained here tonight.

Snape glanced at the direction Harry was walking in, frowned tightly, and then said in a smooth and low voice: "Although your night life is very colorful, Potter, I don't think this kind of thing is necessary.

It's publicized to everyone, right? I have to feel ashamed of you..."

"Wait." The voice said simply and concisely.

Owen just said quietly: "What I want to say is that your confinement will be late..."

Peter Pettigrew silently stared at the closed door, his expression suddenly becoming restless. He bit his fingernails and scanned the corners of his surroundings with vigilance. Finally, he took out a bag of biscuits and chewed them until the crumbs fell out.

There was a table.

"We were... the best friends back then." Peter moved his body uneasily, looking dazed for a moment, seeming to be caught up in distant beautiful memories, but then it turned into pain, "We were inseparable in school, sharing

Each other's biggest secret..." He muttered a few words in an inaudible voice, and then began to bite the nail of his thumb, frowning tightly.

Peter Pettigrew stood numbly for a long time, and then slumped down on the chair, his face as gray as a corpse. He remained stunned for a long time, then sobbed softly, put a rustling hand into the biscuit bag, and took out

A piece of nut biscuit was stuffed into his mouth.

In the following time, the two of them chatted a lot. Peter was trying his best to show his concern, while Harry was racking his brains to think of ways to talk, but he still couldn't get any information out.

Since Lupine escaped, he has been in panic all day long. He is always afraid that Dumbledore will suddenly find him, capture him and hand him over to the Ministry of Magic. He wants to escape from here immediately, but the master does not allow it...

Harry's face flushed from the crowd. He took a deep breath and said, "I know, Professor." Next time you go out at night, you must not be caught!

Snape nodded imperceptibly, then turned around and walked away. Harry clenched his fists. Although the Dean was a good person, his incomprehensible mouth would always make people angry.

He was so angry that he often had the urge to hit people with his fists in front of the dean...

"It's coming, it's coming..." The voice drifted, gradually getting farther and farther away, and finally became completely inaudible.

Blaise threw a handful of Gobstones with a "whoosh" sound, and Owen held up the Iron Armor Curse smoothly. The round pebbles were bounced everywhere, and pieces of foul-smelling liquid were sprayed everywhere in the classroom.

Everyone hurriedly ran away.

"Nothing." Harry didn't say much.

Owen also smiled at her, then secretly opened Tom's diary and began to learn Parseltongue.

"The Aether Society? I haven't heard of it, Harry." Peter shook his head, and then asked cautiously, "Is this organization... very important?"

"What? The Aether Society is looking for you again? Are they still staring at you?"

Tom is undoubtedly a good teacher. He is very patient, humorous, always able to quote from other sources, and displays extremely high personal charm at all times. Owen is also a good student. He can always quickly memorize those difficult pronunciations and find ways to pass on those difficult pronunciations.

The syllables of the human voice are repeated.

"Huh, be respectful, be friendly, have self-control..." Harry took a deep breath and walked a long distance away, then looked back thoughtfully. Professor Snape was lingering nearby, could it be?

Watching Peter Pettigrew? Just like he watched Quirrell last school year...

Harry grinned, took the stack of parchment, and without hesitation gave a "T" to the first paper, which was written in a scrawl even his mother didn't recognize.

"Can you tell me, Pettigrew? What happened to you back then?" Harry glanced at him quickly, "My parents, you, and... and Sirius Black."

"Did you find anything?" An erratic and cold voice echoed in the office, making it difficult to distinguish the source of the voice.

Peter glanced at him quickly from the corner of his eye, his eyes wandering around, and whispered: "Remus was also one of my best friends when I was at Hogwarts. James, Remus, Black, and

Me, the four of us..." He looked depressed, "But everything is in the past tense."

Harry felt a little uncomfortable and uneasy for no reason. He opened his mouth, but finally did not continue the topic: "Pettigrew, do you know about an organization called the Aether Society?" He secretly looked at the other person's expression.

"...Much better than the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor we had last school year." He thought for a moment and added sincerely. It was just a little better. Well, he didn't think there was any professor who could teach worse than Quirrell.

Alright.

"What I want to hear is not a stupid excuse, Wormtail." The voice echoed in his ears, intertwined into one after another echoes, "I can forgive you for being stupid this time, but don't let it happen again."

"I know, my parents died in a shameful betrayal." Harry clenched his fists tightly and said expressionlessly through gritted teeth.

At the study group meeting this week, Blaise exclaimed in surprise after hearing that Harry had received a threatening letter.

"But Hogwarts is my home." Harry said dullly, "I have nowhere to go, Pettigrew."

"No one will treat you as a mute if you don't speak, Owen." Harry said angrily. This guy didn't worry at all after seeing that he had received the threatening letter. He even teased and ridiculed him even more. He really deserved the title of the best.

What a bad friend.

"I don't dare to contact him, I'm afraid I will lose even this friend..." Peter said in a small voice, with a trembling cry.

"Harry Potter asked me if I knew about the Aether Society... I suspect that organization is still paying attention to him!" Peter finished without thinking, then wrung his hands and asked eagerly: "Master, when will we start?

"

"But...Master! Remus Lupine escaped! Although I cleared his memory, he will definitely doubt me!" Peter's voice became sharp and frightened, "Once he goes to see Sirius Black...

…As soon as he writes and tells Dumbledore…I’m finished, Master! I can’t stay here much longer!”

Harry was stunned for a moment, let go of Draco's paw, looked at the time, and hurriedly went out.

Peter's eyes wandered for a moment, then he looked up at the time and said, "It's already so late? I think you should go back. Ah, take this with you. Don't go out for night walks recently..." He took it out of the drawer

A large package of nut biscuits was handed to Harry.

"Do you think there's something wrong with him recently?" Draco waved his hand in disgust.

"Why are you so surprised? Didn't I tell you last night?" Harry looked at him with vacant eyes.

Harry felt a very familiar feeling of déjà vu, and his mood became increasingly heavy.

Harry touched his hand when he took the biscuit, and was somewhat happy to find that nothing strange happened. After bidding farewell to Peter, he bumped into Professor Snape as soon as he walked out of the corridor where the office was.

"Oh, Harry, you know?" Peter said sharply.

Harry closed his eyes and let out a sigh of helplessness. He didn't know how Pettigrew became so fragile, or was he originally like this? He comforted: "No, I want to really

A good friend will not feel resentful because of this. Mutual trust, understanding and support are what friends are, right?"

"Good evening, Professor Snape." Harry was a little surprised that the dean was here, as his office was not nearby.

"Yes, yes...but I hurt him, and I almost hurt you, and so many students...I was so careless that I forgot the date of that day." Peter sobbed, "Lyme

Si will definitely hate me."

"I'm sorry, Master... I just think it's useful to keep him! If Lockhart hadn't dragged me to his office that day..." Peter Pettigrew sobbed to defend himself, his face turned pale.

"Oh, I was distracted at the time." Blais patted his head pretending to be nonchalant, "It's normal to desert."

Neville, who was in a state of confusion, was caught off guard and was showered all over. He looked at Blaise and then at Owen with a somewhat resentful look, which seemed pitiful.

"Understandable." Owen gently winked at him with his left eye, "I have always thought that your brain is detachable, and it seems that this idea is not so outrageous..."
To be continued...