Peter Pettigrew, hiding under the closet in the Gryffindor dormitory, bleated as he ate the food scraps he had hidden there earlier; this foresight was his consistent style.
Although, at present, this foresight might be a little redundant, and every time he came to his secret base, he had to engage in a protracted struggle with cockroaches, fortunately, he always won.
And just as he was about to sneak out from under the closet today to lie comfortably on Ron's bed, his rat's peculiar sense of smell caught a familiar and terrifying scent.
Danger!
Peter Pettigrew quickly jumped off the bed and instantly scurried back under the closet.
As soon as Sirius entered the dormitory, he sniffed with his dark dog nose; he certainly knew where Peter Pettigrew was hiding at this moment, and of course, he also knew that Peter Pettigrew would definitely not crawl out of his dark, damp little nest at this moment.
But what if he became complacent or fell asleep somewhere? He could just grab him and run; at most, Ron, Harry's friend, would resent him for a few days.
He could always transform back into human form, get some Galleons, and buy Ron a new pet.
Third-year children probably wouldn't like a dusty, dirty rat; they generally preferred those bright and shiny ones... of course, some also liked those that stood out from the crowd.
In short, he now knew that Peter Pettigrew would not appear before him, but he would still subconsciously try, just in case, right?
"Eh? Where's Scabbers? Where did he go again? Crookshanks isn't here right now."
Ron once again knelt on the floor, searching under the bed or desk for Scabbers.
Ever since this semester began, Scabbers had always liked to hide in corners, making him quite difficult to find, especially in the past few days, Hermione's pet Crookshanks would often suddenly appear in the dormitory, scaring Scabbers to be even more ghostly day by day.
He never lived a proper life, mostly hiding in various gloomy places.
He might come out for a walk at night, which was also a two-way street with owls.
Scabbers just held himself with three and a half little legs under the closet, like a weak, pitiful, and helpless rat.
Although he was.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
"Hagrid, has Buckbeak been sent away?" Kayson knocked on the door of Hagrid's Hut, and soon Hagrid appeared before him, holding two bottles of wine, his eyes still red.
"I was just about to look for you; I wanted you to have a few drinks with me... of course, it might be two bottles..." Hagrid said, wiping away tears.
"Uh-huh, I'm here." Kayson stretched out his arm and patted Hagrid's shoulder in comfort.
"Buckbeak has left... she's free, and I'm happy for her." Hagrid poured himself a full glass of strong liquor into his golden goblet.
Clearly, he no longer had any desire to savor the taste of fine wine; he just wanted to get drunk quickly, to quickly forget the sorrow of one of his animal friends leaving him.
Kayson, however, merely shrugged helplessly: "Be happier for Buckbeak; her personality is so proud, it's probably impossible for her to live peacefully with all humans, so it's better to let her return to freedom quickly."
"Otherwise, with her untamed nature, she would eventually injure someone, and then it wouldn't just be a life sentence; she might be sentenced to death."
Kayson, with a mix of persuasion, coaxing, and a little bit of intimidation, poured glass after glass of strong liquor into Hagrid's stomach.
Half an hour later, the coffee table between the two was covered with numerous bottles of various strong liquors.
Kayson was now truly different from before; he successfully got Hagrid drunk with a semi-sober mind and still had the strength to carry Hagrid back to bed.
All in all... he finally achieved the fruit of drinking, much stronger than when he first came to Hogwarts in his first year. Back then, he and Hagrid drank equally, but now it was a one-sided battle.
Although Hagrid also subjectively wanted to get himself drunk as quickly as possible.
But it didn't stop Kayson from fantasizing about becoming the emperor of drinking in his mind.
Jie jie jie!!!
After carrying Hagrid back to bed and leaving the hut, Kayson saw two figures walking out of the Forbidden Forest side by side.
Lupin and Tonks.
He was really curious now; he seemed to remember that Lupin and Tonks had been in the Forbidden Forest for quite some time, so why were they out again?
Second time in?
Kayson's little head, poisoned by alcohol, couldn't quite grasp the current situation.
However, he still had a basic principle: if you don't understand, ask.
He walked over, dizzy and flushed, waving to the two: "Hello there, what bad things are you two doing in the Forbidden Forest?"
Tonks looked at Kayson with a bewildered expression, then at Lupin: "What's wrong with his head?"
Lupin sighed helplessly, looking at Kayson's appearance: "Alright, he's drunk again."
"..... and Hagrid.... Oh, right, he probably needs a good, thorough hangover right now....." Tonks nodded seriously, pulled out her wand from her robes, intending to cast a Confundo on Kayson.
Actually, as Aurors, their true specialization should be the Memory Charm, as Aurors don't often fight Dark Wizards; most of the time, they assist the office of Misuse of magic, which means using Memory Charms on Muggles.
Although these Aurors' Memory Charms couldn't compare to Lockhart's, they were still better than other irregular methods; Aurors needed training to minimize damage to the brain.
However, for her Hufflepuff junior, it was better to be a little gentler, for example, using a Confundo would probably achieve a similar effect, such as making Kayson ignore her presence.
This way, she could leave Hogwarts directly, and the embarrassment after Kayson recovered from the Confundo would have nothing to do with her; any problems could be directed to Lupin, and it would be fine.
Hmm... I'm such a clever girl.
As Tonks spoke, she was about to pull out her wand to give Kayson a small Confundo shock, but then the Newborn Magic Art Magic Book, which automatically protected its master, caught that hint of malice, and then a red light shot out.
Tonks... flew up.
[Sorry, bros, the author is drunk. This is one chapter; the remaining chapter will be posted during the day.]
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