In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the hands of the wall clock on the wall ticked around and around. Harry covered his mouth and yawned, put down the quill in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and corrected the

The students' homework was put aside.

It was almost nine o'clock, and his confinement was finally coming to an end tonight. Correcting papers was fun at first, but it soon became boring and made him sleepy.

Harry glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting across from the desk. He had been silent tonight. His short and fat body was curled up behind the desk, his head lowered and silent. Only his restless little eyes kept coming.

He looked in the direction of the wall clock, not knowing what he was worried about.

"Pettigrew, it's almost nine o'clock..." Harry broke the sleepy and depressing silence.

"Ah!" Peter was startled by the sudden sound and straightened his back. He glanced at the wall clock timidly, wrung his hands together, and said in a sharp but small voice: "Harry, tonight

I still have something else I need you to do. Come with me..."

He walked around from behind the desk, took out a dusty and heavy package from the cabinet on the side, and stuffed it into his loose robe.

"But...it's almost curfew time," Harry said.

"It doesn't matter, you stay with me, Filch won't cause trouble for you." Peter Pettigrew opened the office door without looking back and took a look outside.

Harry felt a little weird, so he asked: "Pettigrew, what do you need me to do?"

At this time, the basilisk had turned into the corridor, staring at the short and fat man in front of it with glaring yellow eyes. While muttering "kill him" in its mouth, it arched its body and made an offensive posture.

posture, and then sprinted past like an arrow from a string.

Before Voldemort could arrive here, Owen took the basilisk out of the bathroom and bypassed him from the other end of the corridor.

"Ah, James's invisibility cloak, I never thought I would see it again one day..." Peter looked at the invisibility cloak that covered half of Harry's body, with a very complicated look of nostalgia on his face. He ticked

Hooking the wand in his hand, a bunch of rope appeared out of thin air, tied Harry tightly, and floated into the air with Harry.

Just when he was about to shout, the invisible barrier protecting him suddenly shattered, and then a huge force hit his back, causing his body to suddenly lose control. He staggered feebly and fell to the ground.

He rolled twice on the carpet and lay on the ground unable to get up.

He watched with a smile as the little black dot representing Neville entered the bathroom and stood motionless by the sink. Harry and Pettigrew were approaching the bathroom along the corridor.

He paused and said in an erratic tone: "Even if I were allowed to go back in time and make another choice, when faced with the threat of the Dark Lord, I would still choose to pass information to him, and I would still betray my friends after all...

Because I can't die for others, I can't sacrifice for justice, I will still succumb to the strong... That's the kind of person I am."

When the bright light passed, Harry opened his eyes and shot a stun spell at Peter, then turned the corner not far away and ran quickly along the corridor. He glanced back from time to time, but Peter Pettigrew was not chasing him, maybe

Were you knocked unconscious by the curse just now?

Harry ran away quickly, and with his left hand he took out the silver invisibility cloak that was as bright as running water from his pocket. He swung it back to put it on himself. At the same time, he opened his mouth and planned to shout loudly to attract the professors.

.The battle just now was too tight, leaving him no room to even call for help.

Harry no longer hesitated, quickly pulled out his wand, pointed it at Peter Pettigrew and said: "Collapse!"

Harry was also ejected, and his left arm broke free from the opponent's grasp. He staggered back a few steps, his heart pounding - Pettigrew was already on guard! He really wanted to harm him!

"Is this about to take action?" Owen raised his eyebrows. The person who would run out at this time would definitely not be Neville, who had always been well-behaved, but Voldemort who had controlled him. He could only have come to the second floor for the purpose of the secret room.

In addition, Peter Pettigrew and Harry are also approaching here...

"The Chamber of Secrets." Pettigrew's voice calmed down, "The Dark Lord will wait for you there. He will figure out what power you have, and then you will die... But don't worry, there will be someone there in the next period of time.

I will become you and help you find the people from the Ether Society."

"Okay." Harry suppressed his uneasiness, nodded and followed him out the door, heading downstairs.

Peter Pettigrew hesitated and stopped. He heard a rustling sound coming from behind the corner in front of him, which made him alert. He raised the wand in his hand, but stepped back consciously.

Then he turned around and ran back without hesitation.

Harry was floating in mid-air in despair, thinking hard in his mind, but couldn't think of a way to escape.

Hearing the ambiguity and perfunctoryness in Peter's words, Harry felt something was wrong and a warning bell rang in his heart. He couldn't help but slow down his pace, put his right hand into his pocket and squeezed his wand.

…

"What can I do? I have no choice. The Dark Lord has caught me. If I don't do this, I will die! You don't know how scared I am. I have never been as brave as them... You don't know what the Dark Lord does.

The power of time is so powerful and terrifying, what is the benefit of fighting against the most evil wizard in the world?" Peter Pettigrew muttered.

Harry could only watch helplessly as he was covered with an invisibility cloak, and then led back like a balloon by Peter Pettigrew. He tried his best to make a sound, and said like a whisper: "Why?"

Harry felt as if his heart had been frozen. His eyes widened with disbelief, followed by hatred and anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why? Why do you do this!" Maybe it's because

Angry, his voice became much louder.

Harry was startled and felt a chill in his heart. Peter squeezed his arm painfully and almost dragged him away. He could clearly feel that the other person's body was shaking slightly. He didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or nervousness.

excited.

"Go hunting?" The basilisk crawled out along the passage obediently, "I'm so hungry..."

The black devil guard handed the stone egg to Owen and then dissipated. Owen wrapped it in a white handkerchief with some disgust and carried it in his hand. He saw the bright and beautiful green scales of the basilisk out of the corner of his eye. He spoke in Parseltongue.

Said: "Follow me."

Owen stood aside and looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand with interest. He clearly saw a small black dot marked "Neville Longbottom" walking out of the stairs and moving along the corridor on the second floor.

At the same time, he also saw two small black dots labeled "Harry Potter" and "Peter Pettigrew" moving downstairs together.

"I'm sorry, I have no choice..." Peter heard his words and said in a trembling voice with excitement, "Who told you not to leave Hogwarts? I can only do this..."

Harry huddled on the floor, trying to turn his head, and saw Peter Pettigrew's body emerging from the air, pointing at him with the wand in his hand.

"But that organization is hidden too deeply, and I can't find out... The Dark Lord ordered me to come to Hogwarts. He said that I had been a mouse for ten years, and my thinking was no longer the same as that of humans. Dumbledore

Lido's Legilimency can't see through me... It's all for you, Harry! I've been keeping an eye on you. After all, the Aether Society has their eyes on you, and they might come looking for you. The Dark Lord is also very interested in you,

He even wants to find out the secrets about you and then kill you..."

A beam of red light shot out from the tip of the staff, heading straight towards the nearby Pettigrew star. There was a hint of surprise on Peter's face, and an invisible barrier opened in front of him in time, ejecting the red light to the side.

Knocked down a candle hanging on the wall.

He closed his eyes, controlled the dark guard in the secret room, and said to the basilisk in Parseltongue: "Come out with me."

"Voldemort has lost power now!" Harry said through gritted teeth, "But you still want to do things for him?"

"Did Voldemort force you to do this?" Harry tried to force out his voice.

"Oh, oh...it's on the second floor, there's a utility room there..." Peter Pettigrew hesitated.

His life may end tonight. He will be brutally tortured by Voldemort, and then die miserably in a secret room that no one knows about, and his body will enter the belly of the basilisk...

Pettigrew used the Disillusionment Charm! Harry thought of this, but it was too late. He tried his best, but he could only make his fingers move slightly and his lips move, but all he could say in his throat was

Tiny voice.

"I was wrong, Harry, I understand that I was really wrong." His tone slowed down a little, but there was cold determination in his voice, "I shouldn't be soft-hearted, it was all my weakness that made me go away

At this point... I can no longer look back, but I still hold on to unrealistic illusions... Recently I have come to understand that I should be cruel, because I know——"

"Hurry up, don't take too long." Peter reached out and grabbed Harry's left arm, pulling him forward quickly. The expression on his face became more and more excited and nervous, even in the dim light

It seems a bit ferocious.

"But he's back again!" Pettigrew screamed, "I didn't want to either! What's wrong with being a mouse? But...but he possessed Ron and discovered something strange about me...He caught me

He captured me, tortured me, and forced me to do things for him... Wuwu..." He sobbed softly.

The basilisk's huge body swam flexibly along the slippery ground, not slowing down at all. It quickly climbed into the water pipe and followed the twisting pipe to the exit of the secret room.

…

He sobbed again and continued: "You know what? I'm very hesitant. I don't want to kill him myself. After all, he used to be my best friend... I can only lock him up and recite the forgetting spell on him...

...Who would have thought that he would turn into a werewolf and run away on a full moon night? He must have doubted me, and he will get the truth from Sirius. I won't be able to stay here for long...I can only take action against you."

He took a deep look at Harry, and his fierce and ferocious expression turned into a bit of pity. He looked away as if to escape, silently picked up the invisibility cloak on the ground, and covered Harry with it.

of his body.

Thinking of this, he even felt a little trembling with excitement.

Harry was a little desperate. He tried to struggle, but his body was as heavy as being buried in the soil. He just said: "You killed James and Lily, and are you going to kill their son?"

The spell that Peter Pettigrew released in a panic hit the basilisk's scales, only to scratch out sparks, which were then bounced elsewhere. The basilisk again arched its body and attacked the short figure in front, easily biting it to pieces.

An invisible barrier was formed, and the sharp fangs almost penetrated Peter's body.

Harry felt a sense of joy in his heart as he listened to Peter Pettigrew's frightened cries.

Listening to Peter Pettigrew's words, Harry felt only deep resentment and powerlessness. It was a feeling more helpless than physical weakness. He watched Peter lead him around another corner and said softly:

"Where are you taking me?"

Owen looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand and clicked his tongue: "If I don't come to the Chamber of Secrets tonight, will Harry be doomed? Hiss, is this the halo of the protagonist?"

No, we can't wait any longer! According to Owen, things tend to develop in the bad direction you think. Waiting any longer will only make him more and more passive, and he has to strike first! If it turns out to be him later

If I wrongly blamed Pettigrew, he would apologize.

"Go along this corridor, then turn left and attack the short, fat, bald man." Owen said to the basilisk, "Don't touch that boy... Well, talk more on the way..."

Owen, who was waiting outside, had already put on anti-basilisk glasses and hid his identity with the mask he bought at the Bojin Bock store during the summer vacation. The catnives lying on his shoulders trembled and closed their eyes tightly.
To be continued...