HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 111 Another Illegal Animagus

"Will the Weasleys have a small house?" Even after returning to school, Draco was still discussing what Ron's house would look like. "They are poor and have so many children. It's not impossible that they could squeeze into one room."

"I heard that Weasley's rat is dead. That's great!" Goyle said happily.

Gloria glanced at him. Did he hate him so much that he was even happy that Ron's pet died?

"He should have been caught and trampled to death in the first year!" Draco recalled the unpleasant scene when he met Harry and others on the train in the first year.

"The wound from the rat bite still has a scar." The flesh on Gore's face trembled as he spoke seriously. "I should have complained directly to the school at that time."

Crabbe was thankful, "Luckily Draco and I weren't close to that rat."

Gloria asked curiously, "What happened then?"

"In the first year, we were on the train and we went to greet the famous Harry Potter." Draco said lazily, "Weasley's rat bit Goyle."

After hearing this, Gloria just sighed in her heart that it was a good thing that she didn't bite Draco.

After chatting for a while, the two bodyguards were sent away. The two avoided the patrolling professor and came to the astronomy tower.

"Because of Potter, we don't even have the right to move around freely in the school." Draco complained. He had spent a lot of effort to avoid the professors just now.

Gloria scratched his soft blond hair and said, "At least we went to Hogsmeade. It will be Easter holiday soon. Then we won't see the professor patrolling everywhere when we are home."

Draco buried his head in the crook of her neck. "When we get back, it will be the same as during the Christmas holidays. My father will make me learn how to handle family affairs, or date you more often at school."

"You won't be asked to study all day," Gloria said. "There's still homework."

In fact, she is usually quite busy. First of all, she has to deal with her studies, then various forms of regulations that need to be signed, involving huge investment industries, and finally the envelopes sent from major families from time to time.

"But this summer vacation will be very interesting. The Quidditch World Cup final will be in August. Let's go watch it together during the summer vacation. Dad got the tickets a long time ago." When mentioning Quidditch, Draco's gray-blue eyes were bright.

"World Cup?" Gloria didn't pay much attention to this competition.

"Well, my father is also involved. Wizards from all over the world will come to Devon, England to watch the games. The Ministry of Magic is still busy building a venue that can accommodate more than 100,000 people." Draco said with a smile, "I wonder which two teams will enter the finals this year."

Gloria recalled that it seemed that she received a ticket last year, but she only noticed that it said Quidditch. Since she was not very interested, she asked the elf to put it away.

She hugged Draco, "We'll find out when we wait until the summer vacation."

The two hugged each other and enjoyed the peaceful beauty of the moment.

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Hermione should really apologize. She and Ron are no longer at odds with each other, and sometimes they can be seen talking to each other.

However, when it came to Potions class, Professor Snape's sinister gaze fell on Harry, and the disgust in his eyes almost drowned him.

Gloria murmured to herself, how did she get offended again?

Before dinner, she took the envelope to the Owl Shed on the top floor of the west tower. Whenever she had enough time at school, she would write a letter and send it back to the manor, where the elf would read her faith to the portrait of her parents.

Amy was sleeping soundly when she came. Probably when she smelled her scent, she immediately opened her eyes.

"Amy, thank you for your help today."

After the letter was tied and fed with fresh meat, the eagle owl spread its wings and flew out of the large window.

A beautiful snowy owl flew in front of her, and Gloria recognized it, Harry's Hedwig.

"Hedwig, long time no see. Are you hungry?"

Gloria generously opened the small bag and offered it the meat.

When the feeding was almost done, a voice called out from the side, "Gloria? I didn't expect to see you here."

It was Harry who came. He had probably just finished training and was still in his football uniform, but he didn't have a Firebolt.

"Why are you here?"

Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Send a letter for Ron. He wants to ride the Firebolt for a while longer on the court."

"Hedwig just had her fill." Gloria put away the bag and stroked Hedwig's soft feathers.

A moment later Hedwig flew away with the envelope, and the two of them left the shed.

"What's wrong with you recently? Professor Snape is targeting you again." Gloria asked him curiously.

"Uh..." Harry was also distressed, "I'm sorry Gloria, I didn't tell you last time that Fred and George not only told me the secret passage, but also gave me the Marauder's Map."

Now that the map has been taken away, I might as well tell it out loud.

"Marauder's Map?"

Harry nodded. "It's a magical map. It not only shows the secret passage leading to the outside of the school, but also shows the movements of everyone in the castle. However, it has been taken away by Professor Lupin."

Gloria asked, "How bold! If the map falls into Sirius Black's hands and makes it easier to find you, what does that have to do with Professor Snape?"

"I was caught by him when I was outside with the map at night, and the map..." Harry waved his hands helplessly, "If you don't use the correct magic password to open it, the map will curse you. Professor Snape wanted to know the secret of the map, and was cursed by the words that appeared on it."

"What did he curse at?" Gloria was curious about what had made Professor Snape so upset.

"Like: asking him to stop sticking his pervertedly big nose into other people's business... and other nasty things." Harry didn't want to repeat every word.

No wonder he glared at Harry in class. He probably thought it was Harry who made the map look like that. But Professor Snape's nose wasn't so big as to be abnormal.

Gloria looked at him, "Then why were you out there at night with a map?"

"After the last fugitive broke into the dormitory, I stayed up late and paid attention to the Marauder's Map. If he hid in the school at any time, I would be able to find it in time." Harry said, "But the map can also make mistakes. That night I saw a name that shouldn't have appeared."

Gloria's heart skipped a beat and she asked, "Who?"

"Peter Pedillo."

Gloria's voice suddenly rose, "Peter Petillo?!"

"Yes, but he's dead. Fudge and the others explained it very clearly in the bar that day." Harry slowed down his tone. "The map showed that Peter and I met each other in the corridor, but I didn't see anyone. I talked to Professor Lupin afterwards, and he also thought it was impossible. Maybe the map needs to be repaired."

Gloria recalled that day, Peter Petillo was blown to pieces and they only found a severed finger.

No one saw him die, and no one's body was ever found.

Harry looked at her suddenly serious expression with some concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Gloria stopped dead in her tracks, "So…he stood by Ron's bed that night."

Harry was confused and didn't understand what she meant, but it was obvious that he knew something. "Gloria, what did you think of?" He grabbed her wrist anxiously.

Who can guarantee that Sirius is the only illegal Animagus? Gloria can be sure that Peter Pettigrew is also an Animagus.

Ron's rat!