Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Reality will always appear suddenly at a corner you don't know about, and then give you a cold slap.

Sur returned to the castle in the middle of the night. This time, the exploration of the Forbidden Forest ended in failure. Spiders did appear near the forest, but they were not Acromantulas.

I also knew that it was absolutely impossible for Hagrid to take a group of young wizards to a place with dangerous creatures nearby to teach.

However, it was not all without gain.

Near the forest, Sur saw the centaur camp, and accidentally touched the magic mark made by the centaurs. The alarm sounded. This was the first time he saw a group of centaurs going out to look for intruders.

If it hadn't been for the little badger's danger-predicting instinct that made him quickly hide in a nearby big tree and pretend to be dead, he might have been greeted by dozens of arrows.

They don't care that it's just a badger?

It was normal for the centaurs to line up and gallop under the trees, but the condition of these centaurs caught Sur's attention.

They... all have injuries on their bodies, and the white bandages wrapped around them are extremely conspicuous under the torches.

what's the situation?

The doubts were quickly solved by the two centaurs who came back from the investigation. It seemed that there were uninvited guests in the Forbidden Forest. Several waves of patrols were injured because of encountering uninvited guests.

Uninvited guest?

Sur was a little curious, but he couldn't hear what was behind it. They switched to another language. The language of the centaurs seemed to be its own system. Horse language... I couldn't understand it...

Unable to confirm safety, Sur did not dare to come down from the tree. He could only wait for the centaur camp with bright bonfires to return to darkness. The remaining centaurs took a nap before quietly slipping down from the tree and looking back. He didn't dare to run back.

In the largest room in the center of the camp, a pair of eyes opened from the darkness. These eyes were unusually bright, and the darkness could not cover them up. They kept looking at the direction Sur left.

I couldn't see the whole picture clearly, I could only hear a chuckle and a murmur of unknown meaning.

……

"Suer... wake up, Suer..." Calls one after another rang in the dormitory in the early morning. Suer opened his hazy eyes and looked at the time. It was only 09:30...

Probably because he ran in the Forbidden Forest yesterday and slept too late, he felt very tired.

Soul yawned, "What's the matter, Justin?"

"Someone is looking for you." Justin was also a little troubled, "Weasley from Gryffindor, he said he made an appointment with you to meet in the Great Hall this morning to treat his mouse."

"Do you still have the ability to treat animals?"

Gryffindor's Weasley, Scabbers, and seeing a doctor, these few keywords connected brought Soul's memory back.

He almost forgot. In the past few days, his mind was so full of spider legs that he forgot all the important things.

Speaking of which, I'm not sleepy anymore. Su Er jumped out of bed and fooled Justin with the excuse that he saw a mouse in the book with the same symptoms as Ron's and just wanted to give it a try. Afterwards, he quickly washed up and headed to the auditorium.

Scabbers, oh no, Peter Pettigrew, having the opportunity to deal with you is one of the long-cherished wishes of everyone who has read the book or the movie. Don’t blame me.

Soul came to the auditorium very quickly to meet with Ron, resulting in the following conversation.

"You're here?"

"I am coming."

"Do you really have a way?"

"Have."

"It's not that I don't believe you. Maybe it's an exaggeration to say that, but sometimes, it's my life..."

"I'll return it to you intact."

That’s it for foreplay, and then comes the real highlight.

Poor Scabbers, while it was sleeping soundly in Ron's pocket, its fate had already been decided.

"I have read in many books that this is proven by detailed data. For example, in the East, many people usually choose to take their pets to the hospital to do this for the sake of their pets' longevity."

"A wizard from the East?" Ron followed Sule out of the castle. The entrance to the castle was strictly controlled at night, and was unattended during the day. The young wizards could come and go freely. After all, walking out appropriately is also a matter of work and rest. A way to relax.

"Whether it's wizards or Muggles, this is what they do if they have pets. Scabbers is just an ordinary mouse, so this trick will definitely work on it." Suer said confidently.

Ron nodded in understanding, "What happened to the pets that had been treated?"

"Oh, that's a good question, Ron." Suer gave a thumbs up. "According to reliable data, the lifespan of those creatures has been extended a lot. Pets that could only live for eight years have lived to more than ten years after treatment. age."

"But Scabbers has been in our house for more than ten years." Ron was a little worried, "Is this treatment still effective for a mouse as old as Scabbers?"

"Of course, no matter how old you are, it will definitely work. It won't have any effect on Banban anyway, right? It's just removing something that is insignificant to mice." Suer explained, well, yes, it is for mice. Like this, but for a man, this may mean a lot more complicated things.

Don't you think so, Peter Pettigrew?

Don't blame me for being cruel. The betrayer deserves it. Even if you have any difficulties, if you do such a thing, you will be looked down upon.

While talking, the two of them arrived at their destination—Hagrid's hut.

"Why are we here?" Ron asked curiously, "Can't we be in the castle?"

"No." Suer shook his head seriously, "Someone will disturb you at any time in the castle, which is not good for the treatment to be done next."

"It's different here with Hagrid. Usually no one comes here."

Soul opened the door, and Hagrid was not in his room. Today was Harry's full-day Quidditch practice, and Hagrid went to watch the practice.

"Okay." Ron followed Suer in and watched Suer make a series of preparations - laying out a white cloth, taking a bottle of liquor from Hagrid's wine cabinet, and using A fire stand for cooking potions, tweezers, a knife, gloves, a rectangular piece of white cloth with two round straps, and two small bottles of potions (kindly sponsored by the unknowing Professor Snape).

"Take out Banban." Suer finally took out the wand and pouted angrily at the white cloth, "Put it here."

"We'll start now, very quickly. I guarantee that Banban will never feel any pain."

Ron nodded, carefully took out the sleeping soundly Banban from his pocket, and placed it on the white cloth.

Banban left the warm pocket and came into the cold air. She couldn't help but shiver, and her eyes moved to open them.

But the next moment, a spell hit it.

"Quickly paralyze!" Dark purple light flashed at the tip of Sur's staff, and Banban immediately felt that his body could not move.

"Perception is closed!" There was another cyan light. This time it could hear nothing or feel anything. It fell into darkness. Wordless panic spread from Banban's heart to his brain, and his body twitched unconsciously.

Ron looked worriedly at the twitching spots on the white cloth, and said urgently, "What's wrong with it? What's wrong with it?"

"Don't worry, this is necessary. You don't want Banban to hate you because of it after we treat it, right? It's just two little magic spells. Their function is to block Banban's feeling. This is normal now and there won't be any It's okay." Sol comforted while handing the potion and a latex straw to Ron.

"The water of life and death, you should know what it does. Put some drops in Banban's mouth. Three or four drops are enough. Next, Banban must stay still. Falling asleep is the best choice."

Ron obediently followed the instructions. Scabbers, oh no, Peter Pettigrew, who was struggling in the darkness, felt intense sleepiness, and then his brain completely shut down.

In the last step, he used the deformation technique to create a rope, tied Banban's limbs and tail, and slightly raised the rat's butt so that its belly was facing upwards and firmly fixed.

"That's it!" Suer nodded with satisfaction and put on the second layer of gloves.

He lit the flame casually, poured the strong liquor on the knife, and poured the lower inch of Ban Ban's belly thoroughly. This was essential for disinfection.

Finally, the knife was baptized with flames, which was consecration and indispensable.

"Let's get started." Suer raised his hands upward with a stern expression. Ron seemed to see a golden light glowing on Suer's body, as if what he was going to do next was very sacred.

A solemn atmosphere infected Ron, and he nodded vigorously.

"Leave it to you, Soul."