HP Peter Can't Be That Cute

She would not cry and wait at the door like the honest Peter, she was going to take risks. They should be in the third grade now, which is still a low grade, but James Potter and Sirius are already members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She happened to see their photo from the window, which was willful and high-spirited.

The Hogwarts Castle was indeed magnificent. Alayya tried to reduce her presence as much as possible and walked through the corridors in an attempt to find the legendary kitchen. However, she almost got lost on the movable stairs and was sent back several times before she successfully found the kitchen with the help of a cat.

That ugly cat, no, that kind cat didn't seem to be an ordinary cat either, but it particularly liked Alaia, always sticking to her legs and rubbing against her. Could it be because the rat spirit attribute in her body was too strong? The cat was happy when it smelled it? She was really speechless. In the end, she confirmed the identity of the cat, "Mrs. Norris!" But when this was confirmed, the annoying old Filch found him.

The thin and withered man with a hunched back and staggering steps suddenly appeared from the corner. He grabbed Alayya's wrist tightly with his eagle claw-like hand and said with a sly smile, "I caught you, a little mouse who skipped class!"

"?" How did he know? But Alaia was not a real thirteen-year-old boy after all. She immediately thought of an excuse. "Professor Horn asked me to go to the hospital wing to get something!" She stepped back and used a smoke release magic to escape. The good news was that because Peter's presence was too low, Filch had forgotten what she looked like and who she was. The bad news was that she was really lost.

The original owner, Peter, was not a "living map". He had always been able to "survive to this day" by staying close to his brothers. Now she might not be able to find the map even if she went back to the dormitory. She once suspected that part of the reason why the four invented the Marauder's Map was that Peter was always getting lost.

Now Filch was still chasing her. Alayya felt miserable. She was either the daughter of the devil or the sister of Harry Potter. At the very least, she was one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families. Now she was -

Just when Alaia was giving up on herself, a wizard with strange but high-end clothes appeared in front of her. He had gray hair and beard, thick glasses, and a smiling face. He looked familiar. Albus Dumbledore?

How did he appear in front of her? When did the embarrassed Alaia crawl out from under the stairs, greeted Dumbledore with a wry smile, "Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore~" Oh no, she was going to be expelled from school -

The amiable old man smiled even more kindly and extended his hand to her in a friendly manner. "I heard from an old friend that there are students who need help. It seems that I have found the right person. What happened, my child?" She looked no different from an intimate elder sister. Alayya touched her nose awkwardly. "It's okay, I'm just hungry~" After she finished speaking, her stomach made a very appropriate growl.

This time, Dumbledore looked at Alaia with a more loving gaze! Alaia felt uncomfortable. "Sorry, Headmaster. I'll stand at the door now." She lowered her head and wanted to leave in a dejected manner. What happened? Dumbledore enthusiastically wanted to lead her to the kitchen for dinner!

He walked side by side with Alaia like an old friend, chatting with her about some strange topics, such as "Does my beard look healthier today than a few days ago? Yes, I changed to a new hair conditioner~"

"Look at the painting on the wall. Has it been changed? Last time, Peeves painted something not so nice on it, so the natives moved away. Now no portrait is willing to come near here..."

"Have you lost a lot of weight recently? My child, I remember that the last time I saw you, you were as strong as a troll cub~ My poor child..."

"'......!" Alaia had no room to respond because she didn't know how to comfort Dumbledore. Fortunately, he didn't feel embarrassed talking to himself.

Alaia understood why Snape was annoying him. He was indeed a little noisy, but very interesting. No wonder Harry Potter loved him so much. What about her? She also thought it was interesting, otherwise she would not have been sorted into Gryffindor.

Finally, under the leadership of Dumbledore, they came to a giant painting. Dumbledore was still keeping the secret, thinking that Peter didn't know the secret. It was a pity that the four of them had a party here on the first day of school in the first grade.

But Alaia still pretended to be very happy, and Dumbledore was very pleased and said, "Let's see if there is anything delicious~"

As a result, when I opened the door, I saw a student who had skipped class standing there. He was even more exaggerated than Alayya. He was just a little first-grade kid with thick, beautiful black hair that was slightly curly. Just standing there, he had a slightly aristocratic temperament. His eyes were calm and he seemed to be a handsome boy with good psychological quality.

After being caught skipping classes and eating, he did not look embarrassed or timid. Instead, he bowed to Dumbledore with great ease and said, "Good morning, Headmaster! Would you like a sandwich? I just prepared it for you." He even acted as calm as if he was at home.

Alaya admired the boy very much and predicted that he would be a successful boy in the future. Do you know who he was? But the next second she knew the truth, which made her drop her jaw.

"Good morning, Mr. Barty Crouch, thank you. It looks delicious." Dumbledore was also a capable guy. He took the sandwich and started eating it. Even Alaia wanted to greet him. Is it okay for first-year students not to go to class? Unfortunately, she had no position now.

Moreover, Barty Crouch Jr. was a future Death Eater warrior, an excellent student and a fanatic who was devoted to the Dark Lord. She should not have too much contact with him.

Alayya carefully observed the kitchen. It was a lively and warm scene. Different delicacies were cooking on the warm stove. Although the house-elves looked a little scary, their faces were filled with joy to see Dumbledore. They all came up to him to greet him.

But Alayya discovered a problem. Those enthusiastic house-elves avoided the boy's position. Although little Barty smiled as brightly as a poster illustration, Alayya still felt gloomy.

Sure enough, after Dumbledore left, the boy's true nature was exposed and the house-elves scattered almost immediately, staying even further away from Barty Crouch Jr. Alayya turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by a foot. Damn it, how could a first-year student be almost taller than her?

"Hey! Why do you have this hairstyle? It looks a bit disgusting." Hearing Little Barty's sarcastic tone, Alayya knew that this was the real him. Bullying and insulting seniors?

Although Alaiya also felt that Peter's "wolf tail" and medium-length hair scattered behind his head were a bit ugly, it did not mean that she could accept others insulting her.

"You know nothing! First grade!" Alayya turned around quickly and pushed little Barty, causing him to stagger.

But she regretted it the next second. Wasn't she trying to play the pig and eat the tiger? Now she saw the devil's half-smile and playful expression on his face, and she secretly said, "Oh no! She didn't want to provoke any young master!"

"Ahaha~ I'm covering my face on purpose because I'm too handsome. I'm afraid that I'll blind everyone's eyes!" Maybe it was because Alayya's movements were too obscene when performed using Peter's body, or maybe it was because this sentence was so funny, little Barty was really amused by her.

Little Barty, holding his stomach, laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. "You, are so handsome?! Bah!" Little Barty lifted Alayya's bangs, wanting to take a closer look at the shameless ugly man, but he saw a pair of uneasy eyes that flashed with some innocence. It was really an eyesore ~ ​​Such a beautiful pair of eyes grew on the face of such an ugly man.

His eyes reminded little Batty of the hamster he once raised, which also stared at him with its big eyes. Unfortunately, it died because it hid its food in its cheeks. He felt unhappy about it, so he helped it to dig it out, but it bit him and he "accidentally" fell to death.

Now he remembered his former pet again. Peter's face seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye. His skin was unexpectedly fair, without a single pimple. It really seemed like what he said, that he was hiding himself.

But little Barty refused to admit that he was handsome, so he rubbed his hand, which had touched his bangs, on his chest with great disgust.

"It's so dirty..." I let him go for now.

"If you're alright, I'll leave first, junior!" Although it was embarrassing to be scared by a freshman, Alayya refused to admit defeat. She pretended to be tough and turned around and left, but her speed was a little too fast.

"Peter? What a weirdo--" Only Barty Crouch Jr. was left licking his lips, as if he had found a new toy.