Compared with the impression on the Hogwarts Express, Scabbard was much thinner,
And in the past year, the gray fur had really become mottled,
People with poor eyesight might see it as a dirty dish towel. Harry put Scabbard on the table and fiddled with it with his fingers,
He wondered if the nutrient solution Ron bought was fake.
Scabbard shivered under Harry's gaze,
It seemed that it was ready to rush out at any time,
But the boy's wand was hard against his back,
And he said jokingly, "Scabbard, Scabbard, you're a good pet, aren't you? You never cause trouble,
You're not noisy, and you don't even eat much. "
I don't know why,
Scabbard heard the coldness in Harry's smiling words that made him tremble,
And then the boy's words made his legs go soft and he fell off the table, "Twelve years … for a pet mouse,
This is not an ordinary longevity,
Maybe Professor Snape will be interested in studying this phenomenon? Hey,
You say, if I ask Ron for a mouse,
And then compensate him with an owl-he will definitely agree, right? "
Harry touched his chin and nodded affirmatively,
He seemed to think that this idea was really good. Then, regardless of the gray mouse that was about to pee out of fear, he petrified it first,
And took out a bottle of strange-colored magic potion from the suitcase,
He opened the mouse's mouth and forced it down,
Then he lifted the petrification spell.
"Don't move,
Otherwise, I can't control my strength. "Harry pinched the mouse's neck with one hand,
And said with a smile, "I learned this method from Professor Snape."
Scabbard squeaked twice in despair, gave up struggling, and collapsed in Harry's hands.
Harry nodded with satisfaction and continued, "In that case, we can enter the next part."
After tying Scabbard up with the Rope Binding Spell, Harry sat back in the chair and announced with a smile, "This game is called fair trade. I have three questions here. If you can give a sincere answer, then I also have three messages for you."
The spotted mouse's eyes turned slowly, revealing a suspicious look. He subconsciously wanted to squeak, but the sound that came out was, "What …" It was a shrill male voice.
Harry looked at the frightened mouse and smiled even more calmly. "So, Peter Pettigrew, the first question is: Has Ginny Weisles been acting strangely recently?"
Pettigrew, whose name was called, let out a shrill cry, "No! Harry … "
"Answer the question." Harry was still smiling, but his wand was still aimed at him. His smile never reached his eyes. Startled and terrified, Pettigrew could only obey the boy's orders while trembling.
"Ginny … Ginny is a good girl … but she has been acting strange since she came back from the holidays." No one would be particularly hostile to a pet mouse, so Pettigrew was able to notice a lot of secrets that people did not realize themselves. "Ginny … she stopped talking."
Harry held his chin and signaled Pettigrew to be more specific. The wrinkled mouse trembled and stammered, "I … I'm not saying that Ginny really stopped talking. If … if someone took the initiative to start a conversation, she would be very happy to talk."
Harry could recall such a scene — at the dining table in the Weisles' house, the topic kept changing. The twins' jokes and burdens came one after another. The Weisles girl also shook her fiery red hair and blended her laughter into everyone's laughter. But other than laughter, no one could hear anything else from her. Then, he remembered the girl who was hanging upside down on the tree when he first met her, and how she bombarded him with questions.
Shaking his head, Harry turned to the second question. "Since you have been staying in the Weisles' house for twelve years, you must have seen the old ghoul in the attic. What's your impression of it? "
Pettigrew observed Harry's expression. He subconsciously scratched the table with his claws and answered in a low voice, "It came earlier than me. I used to be with Percy, so I didn't really see the old ghoul … It just stayed in the attic half-dead." Blinking his beady eyes, Pettigrew did not know why Harry was interested in the old ghoul.
Harry did not intend to explain. "Can it talk?"
"No, but I heard it scratching the wall." Seeing the scratches on the table, Pettigrew retracted his claws and recalled. "And coughing … and sometimes panting."
"But I heard that it can sing?" Harry remembered that Ginny had hummed a simple tune and said that the old ghoul had taught her.
Pettigrew was even more confused, but he still answered, "Sometimes, sometimes it would hum in the attic."
"Hmph." Harry gave a simple order.
Pettigrew, who did not dare to disobey, trembled a few times and hummed a few tunes softly. Then, he cried, "I, I, I … I can't remember."
It was indeed a very familiar tune. Harry suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and continued with the third question. "Last question, you better not lie to me." After Pettigrew nodded repeatedly, Harry put away the fake smile on his face and asked sternly, "Your Mark of the Dark Devil, did it still hurt after Voldemort died?"
The three words "Voldemort" made Pettigrew lie on the table in fear. Harry had to repeat the question, which made Pettigrew even more terrified. This fear made Harry realize that something bad was going to happen. "Answer me!"
With great difficulty, Pettigrew finally managed to control his trembling. He raised his head and looked at the boy. When he saw the boy's face that resembled James', he lost control of his emotions. Harry immediately poked him with his wand. Pettigrew screamed and replied, "Yes! The Dark Devil King … The Dark Devil King has not disappeared! "
Impossible! Harry's eyes turned cold. He continued to press the wand against the rat's abdomen. "He's summoning the Death Eaters?"
"No …" Pettigrew sobbed. "The Dark Devil King did not summon his underlings, but he is not dead … We can all feel it. And the feeling is getting stronger and stronger. "
Harry suddenly thought of something. "That rain. After the cancellation of the Quidditch competition last semester, it rained for half a month. Since then, the Mark of the Dark Devil has become stronger and stronger, right? "
Little Dwarf took two minutes to recall the heavy rain. "I think … I think it's like this."
Harry vaguely had an idea and planned to discuss it with someone. However, he still had to complete the deal.
A fair deal.
"Okay, Peter, I'm satisfied with your answer." Harry kept his wand and took out a bottle of magic potion before Pettigrew could breathe a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, other than the taste, it has nothing to do with poison."
Slowly pouring the magic potion into the stomach of the struggling rat, Harry chuckled. "It can neutralize the effect of the previous potion. By the way, I said I have three pieces of news for you — a fair deal, right? "
"First, my godfather, Sirius Black, is not dead." Feeling the stiffness in his hand, Harry continued to smile. "He is not in Azkaban either. He is safe and happy now. His body, which was destroyed by the Dementors, is slowly recovering. Second, Remus Lupin, a loyal and kind werewolf friend, has found a safe place to settle down after many years of wandering. Although there are still some small problems, we all believe that they will be solved in the near future. "
"Lastly …" After releasing the binding spell, Harry put down the rat and took a step back. He smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes. "Harry Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Potter, the boy who survived. He will never, ever forgive you."
Smiling again, Harry said softly, "This is my unforgivable curse."
Regardless of Scabbard's reaction, Harry turned around and went downstairs to his cheering friends. Hermione was flying to a higher target under the escort of the twins. Harry saw this, grabbed the broom from Ron's hand, and soared into the sky amidst the cheers and complaints of the crowd. He overtook Hermione's result in an instant, which made the little witch very angry.
Ginny, who was in the room, also heard the laughter outside the window, so she could not help but laugh. As she laughed, she suddenly realized how quiet the air around her was. It was so quiet that it made her uneasy. But she persisted and laughed until her laughter became sharp and her eyes were bright red.
The dizzying red, deep and shallow, was like a mottled dream.
Until a long time later, Ginny felt that the night she walked into the desert was a strange dream.
It was Christmas Eve, and the Weisles' family had sung enough carols. One by one, they fell asleep happily and continued to be happy in their dreams. Only Ginny could not fall asleep. No matter how she counted sheep or stars, she could not coax herself to sleep. She turned sideways to look at her family members. Her dear family members, her crazy but brave father, her long-winded but loving mother, and her brothers who always fooled around but always took care of her, were already in their own dreams.
Ginny suddenly heard a clear voice in her ear saying, "Then, the story is over …"
She was startled and immediately sat up. Then she found that no one was talking. No one was talking except in the darkness. However, the voice was clearly engraved on her eardrum, making her panic.
Almost unconsciously, the girl got up and walked out of the tent. Wearing only simple linen clothes, she walked barefoot to the desert. If Harry had been there to see it, he would have marvelled at how much she resembled Captain Cate at that moment.
Ginny walked into the desert, towards the vast and boundless world. The vast and boundless yellow sand far away connected to the sky. High and far in the night sky, the stars displayed different star charts under the arrangement of the gods. Ginny walked in a daze. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name.
— Ginevra.
Looking back, Ginny saw nothing but the vast and boundless world.
But the huge world of nothingness had already hit her. Ginny stiffly knelt in the desert, turning into a small black dot. In the vast world, a small and powerless black dot.
The voice was still hitting her eardrum: "Then, then the story is over …"
And I can't do anything … Ginny covered her face. There was cold water flowing between her fingers.
Before she was completely frozen, a strange sound of music came from afar, awakening Ginny's consciousness. She looked up and saw a strange team crossing the border. They were dressed in strange colorful costumes. Their skirts and hats were decorated with feathers, silver ornaments, or bones. Some were beating drums, some were playing flutes, and some were playing strings. They lined up in a line and were crossing the border in a strange dance.
Ginny didn't know why she kept repeating the word "crossing the border," but she subconsciously felt that this team didn't belong to the real world.
When they got closer, the unreality became stronger. Ginny couldn't see their facial features clearly. She could only see white faces, black eyes, and lips.
She knelt in the same place in a daze, waiting for the team to cross the border.
But when they reached in front of Ginny, the leading dancer suddenly stopped, and so did the followers. Everyone turned their heads stiffly and looked at Ginny.
What a strange scene! But at this moment, Ginny's emotions seemed to have been pulled away. She was neither afraid nor curious. She just stared blankly at the leading woman. The woman opened her hands and walked closer. When she bent down to touch her face, Ginny just looked up blankly.
"You … You …" When the woman sighed and murmured in her ear, Ginny leaned into her arms.
Then these Inhumans had a short conversation. Some gently took off the girl's clothes, some affectionately stroked her hand, and some passionately sang strange songs. The white and delicate body was exposed in the desert that had lost its meaning and direction. It was transparent, clear, and distorted. It was not filled with flesh and blood. When the leading woman knelt behind Ginny and gave her the first stroke, even the pain disappeared in emptiness.
The only thing that witnessed all of this was the night sky, which was abnormally cold due to its vastness.
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