HP Peter Can't Be That Cute

"Are you saying that the boy is not from Gryffindor?" Snape asked suspiciously. He did not pay attention to which college the boy was from. Anyway, he had never talked to him.

"Maybe I remembered it wrongly. He must be Professor Horn's favorite student. He can't be a bad person." And Peter probably hasn't had any grudges with anyone, so there's no need to worry too much.

"Let's go look for them. James and the others should be back soon." Instead of being suspected by the three of them, it is better to tell them the truth directly. Peter's fever is definitely not caused by Snape. I hope they won't quarrel.

Snape acquiesced to this, not because he was really worried about getting into a quarrel with James Potter and the others, but because he felt that if the idiot was really upset, he would feel better with his friends around.

So the two of them went back to Hogsmeade together, but unfortunately James and his friends had ulterior motives. They sneaked to Diagon Alley, and used the invisibility cloak to go to Knockturn Alley to look for the diary that would automatically reply, hoping to help Peter.

When they came back, they didn't meet Snape and Lily Evans, and they didn't even see Peter who was supposed to be sleeping in bed.

Alayya felt groggy and someone picked her up gently, put her on a strange bed, and then wiped her face with a cool towel.

"Hmm?" Alaya felt the chill and couldn't help but shiver slightly in the quilt, which made her more awake. In the dim light, she saw the handsome face of little Barty, who was smiling wickedly and pressing on Alaya's head. "Get out of the way... let me..."

"Senior, your face... is so red..." Little Barty grabbed her hand and pressed it on his face. "Your palm is so hot. You are such a hot-tempered little girl."

Alaya was dizzy from the fever, but finally she felt much better under the effect of Snape's medicine. She could clearly recognize that she was brought to the Slytherin dormitory and to his bed by the pervert Barty Crouch Jr.

"You... let me... go!" She pulled her hand back, but her face was still "ravaged" by Little Barty. Her already rosy cheeks became even more swollen because of his holding her hands. "It looks really delicious~"

Little Barty was so passionate that she even lowered her head and quickly bit Alayya's nose, as if she was still the little hamster. Alayya was stunned by the bite. She covered her face and stared at the still shaking Little Barty in front of her in disbelief. "You...you you you...bit me?"

"You can bite it back..." Little Barty rolled up his sleeves with an evil look, revealing his slender but not skinny arms, with a gesture of wanting to bite someone. Alayya was too lazy to argue with this little pervert, and staggered out.

Little Barty didn't chase after him, but just stood by the bed with his arms folded. "Everyone outside is a returned Slytherin now. Maybe you want everyone to know our little secret..." He looked very smug and seemed to really enjoy "bickering" with Peter.

"I'm... not afraid..." Although Alaia was very tough, she also thought that if she, a Gryffindor, appeared in the Slytherin common room, it would be difficult for her not to be called down for questioning. Especially since she was a prominent figure in Gryffindor, she might be hostile.

The stagnation of his steps and the extremely lonely figure made Barty Crouch's mouth curl more and more. The best decision was to wait until midnight and walk back by himself.

But in order to ensure that little Batty would not do anything strange again, Alea took the lead and locked herself in the bathroom of little Batty's dormitory.

This action slowed down the smile on little Barty's face. "You need to rest, Senior..." He knocked on the door heavily. "Senior Peter..." There was obviously some threat in his tone.

Alaiya was not afraid of him! She turned on the faucet to sober herself up, but what did she see in this monotonous and cold environment?

"This is... the diary that I lost?" Alayya came to her senses instantly. So why did little Batty have the diary she was looking for?

But his steps were still unsteady. He opened the old diary, on which was written "What is your relationship with him?" The heavy handwriting seemed to be expressing crazy jealousy and envy.

"Me and Barty Crouch Jr.? No..." Alayya was speechless. She didn't know when he "got" it. Was this the dissatisfaction of young Riddle?

Before Alayya could evade the ticket, a white light flashed before her eyes, and she was sucked into the memories of her past school days.

Alayya didn't know how long she had stayed in Riddle's memory, how many of her past dreams she had seen, and how shy and annoying she was.

She was finally "vomited" out by the diary before she fell asleep, and she stumbled and fell into Sirius' arms.

"Peter?! You're still alive!" Sirius was the first to give Alaia a huge hug, James hugged them both from behind, and Lupin quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and hugged them together.

Alaia then realized that she had returned to her bed in the Gryffindor dormitory, and lying on the bedside was that damn diary? She was forced to read the clip of how she overwhelmed the young Riddle ten times!

She was speechless. Was there no need to record all these "erotic dreams"? She was being publicly punished here! It really made her embarrassed and speechless. She already knew how "lewd" she was in her dreams! No need to remind her again.

Alayya's unspeakable suffering was just "another nightmare" in front of James and the others. They were so sympathetic that they were reluctant to let go of her arms, and the four of them hugged each other tightly like nesting dolls.

"Peter! Look what we found? A talking diary!" James took out the thing they had worked so hard to find like he was presenting a treasure.

"Old-fashioned telephone?" It can indeed talk, but it is obviously a modified telephone-shaped radio that can listen to the Muggle world's radio channels. Alaia really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They did try hard, but they were looking in the wrong direction.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" James realized that he had given the wrong money and stamped his feet in frustration. It was his pocket money!

"I've found it, don't worry!" Alayya turned around and was about to throw the diary on the ground and stomp on it to vent her anger.

"We're glad we found him!" Everyone comforted the sick Peter, which made Alayya feel flattered. Did they finally realize that Peter was a "good friend"?

Anyway, she was finally able to deliver...

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