HP Peter Can't Be That Cute

"Squeak, squeak, squeak?" Alayya was about to reach Hogwarts Castle and successfully reunite with her brothers, but she was suddenly lifted up by a cold hand, and a magnified handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her.

It was Barty Crouch Jr.! The little hamster's eyes met his cunning gaze, and Alaia felt a chill down her spine. How did she meet this father?! What was he doing wandering around outside Hogwarts so late at night?

"Let me see, what should I call you?" The little pervert pinched the hamster's neck and shook it with interest. The little creature in front of him reminded him of a person, an interesting person. "Let's call you No. 379~"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak?" What kind of a number is this? Alaya thought of something bad. Are the 378 numbers in front still alive? Before Alaya could think about it, she was thrown into his arms in a rush.

"Where are you taking me?! Squeak, squeak..." Alaiya was squeezed painfully between his shirt and chest. Why do these gentlemen like to wear such tight clothes? She couldn't breathe.

Alayya instinctively struggled in his arms, pressing against his shirt near his abdomen, grabbing his tight abdominal muscles, and trying to crawl up to the height of his collar. As she crawled, she didn't know where she touched little Barty, she only heard him whimper, and Alayya was taken out and thrown into his trouser pocket.

"Hmm~~~What a naughty little guy~"

But it can be said that Alayya has a blessing in disguise as she can stick her head out of the pocket and breathe freely.

Just like that, Alayya was inexplicably taken back home by little Barty at the end of the vacation. Alayya trembled with fear. If she had known earlier, she would have been subjected to some experiment. Now, if she wasn't eaten by the werewolf, she would have been killed by little Barty.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s home was larger than Alayya had expected, and seemed to be that of an old large family, with a very retro and palace-style marble staircase leading directly to the second floor in the middle of the left and right sides. In the middle hung a huge portrait of a person, probably the ancestor of the Crouch family.

That pair of eyes was very similar to Batty's, sharp and bright. At this moment, he raised his eyelids slightly, as if he was already accustomed to Batty's "night wandering" behavior. He turned a blind eye and continued to rest with his eyes closed in the seat.

Alaya looked at the endless stairs, raised her head and was speechless. How could she climb up to escape? What frightened Alaya the most was that little Barty, this inhuman guy, actually took away their cat's big cage for her to live in!

She saw the faint light flashing in the eyes of the shiny black cat. Did it want her to be eaten?

Little Barty grabbed the hamster in one hand and carried the big cage in the other, with a meowing black cat following behind him. He went up to the third floor, walked through the dark corridor, and came to Little Barty's room.

Little Batty's room was a hundred times more "normal" than Alayya had imagined. There were no bottles and jars filled with creepy little animal entities, no skeletons, and no weird weapons with totems.

It was a room so tidy that one would suspect that the person had mysophobia. In the spacious room, apart from the carpet, bed, study desk, bookshelf, wardrobe and paintings, there were no other messy things. The only things that could be called messy were probably an old newspaper nailed to the wall and her, who was covered in dirt.

Later, Alaya guessed that it was probably because Barty's parents had too high expectations for him, which made the child "abnormal". At least in this cold-colored home, she would not feel happy.

Her head was stuck in the circle formed by little Barty's index finger and thumb. She stared with her little eyes, hoping that he would let her go and then take the opportunity to slip away?

But after looking at little Batty, he showed a heartfelt smile, "Sure enough, you and her are very similar." His fingers tightened, and Alayya felt a little suffocated.

"Which girl from a good family looks like a rat?!" Alaiya retorted in her own rat language, struggling in his palm, and finally attracted little Barty's attention, as if she suddenly discovered something, "Just like her at that time, dirty - and pitiful, tsk~"

As he spoke, he took his long legs and entered the bathroom. Alayya instantly became nervous. Would he be killed? He bit his tiger's mouth, but the pervert was a ruthless person. Even though he was bleeding, he frowned but still did not loosen his grip. He even tightened his grip. Alayya felt like he was going to become a rat cake.

Just when she thought she was done, she was put into the exquisitely carved washbasin. Little Barty turned on the faucet. That moment felt so refreshing as if she was an ascetic under a waterfall, receiving a washbasin training.

"Huh?!" Before Alaya could react, more soap bubbles appeared on her body. Slender, bony, cold fingers gently rubbed her bulging belly, and joked, "You are the first one to enjoy this service. It's an honor, little thing."

Little Barty originally wanted to go back to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore. Ever since he met the woman who looked like Peter in the desert competition, he had been asking about him. More importantly, that extraordinary man seemed to be asking about her as well.

As a result, he "picked up" such an interesting little guy on the road. It looked like a silly little mouse like Peter, which made him want to get another pet.

Now, although the rat looked stupid, he felt it was a very wise decision.

Barty's movements became gentler and gentler, so gentle that he didn't even notice it, but Alayya felt a chill on her back? Why was this method so intriguing? Was he going to eat himself?

As a result, little Batty really just washed her from head to toe several times with his shower gel. It felt like her skin was about to be rubbed off. She was wrapped in a handkerchief. Alayya might know how his animals disappeared. Can't hamsters only be washed with sand?

She was placed in a deluxe cat cage. Little Barty also thoughtfully prepared a running wheel for her, and a small nest made of his new clothes. "Well, No. 379, good night~" Little Barty gently kissed Alayya's mouse head, stuffed her into the cage, locked it and placed it on the windowsill.

Alaiya immediately hid in his clothes. Because she had become a hamster, her sense of smell had become several times more sensitive. His clothes smelled so good, just like the smell of a pervert. Was this any different from crawling into little Barty's bed? She would be pickled in the smell after sleeping there all night, right?

And the pair of green eyes under the windowsill were like light bulbs, staring straight at her. Alayya wanted to shout to call little Barty back and get your cat away quickly!!!

But she could only retreat into the corner, hoping to slip out as soon as possible -