Hogwarts: Not Even Voldemort Can Stop My Learning

"Huh?" Fred paused. "Why are we looking at Ron's dorm? Mum didn't ask us to tuck him in tonight!"

"Then do you know Peter Pettigrew?" Wade asked again.

George thought for a moment, then asked, "Who's that?"

"Follow me," Wade said.

They moved to an empty classroom. Wade spread out the Marauder's Map and said, "You can see for yourselves."

The twins exchanged a look. George tapped the parchment lightly with his Wand and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

The map's contents unfolded layer by layer. The Weasleys immediately focused on the Gryffindor common room, carefully distinguishing the tiny letters on it.

This was a part they had never paid attention to before.

Soon, they found their younger siblings—Ron and Ginny were both in the common room, along with a few familiar names nearby.

Then they moved to the dorm.

Neville Longbottom was in the dorm, and then there was Peter Pettigrew...

Fred frowned. "Who's this guy? Why is he in Ron's dorm?"

"He's not just in Ron's dorm," Wade added. "At night, their two black dots were very close together. I think he was in Ron's bed."

The twins' pupils constricted. They looked at each other, speechless for a long moment.

"Peter Pettigrew... that sounds like a masculine name?" George said, his face pale.

"Haha... little Ronnie found a boyfriend?" Fred said dryly.

The two brothers looked at each other, almost unable to utter their usual jokes.

Of course, they didn't actually believe their younger brother had found a boyfriend nobody knew, sharing a bed every night without ever being discovered.

But if they ruled out such an absurd possibility... the truth would be even more terrifying!

"Let's go see!"

Fred made a snap decision.

He glanced at the map again, took a deep breath, and headed towards the Gryffindor Tower.

"Wait," Wade called out to them, handing over a small bottle. "Draught of Living Death... I don't know how strong that guy is, so it's better to be cautious."

George took the bottle, gripping it tightly, and nodded silently.

No common room welcomed students from other houses. Wade waited near the common room entrance, monitoring the situation's progress with the Marauder's Map.

The Gryffindor common room entrance didn't have a falcon-shaped knocker that required a question to be answered; instead, it had a portrait of the Fat Lady.

She was tipsy. When Fred gave the password, she opened the door and let the two of them in.

There were quite a few people in the common room.

Lee Jordan enthusiastically greeted the Weasley Twins, but saw that they merely waved back, looking preoccupied.

"What's wrong with them?" Lee Jordan asked his friend beside him.

"Maybe they caught a cold?" another student said casually. "Look, their ears are still smoking!"

Ron was playing Wizard's Chess with his roommate Dean. The battle was in full swing, and he didn't even notice who had entered.

Climbing the stairs, with no one else around, Fred whispered, "George, I keep feeling like the name Peter Pettigrew sounds familiar. Do you remember where you heard it?"

George frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head. "No impression."

"Then it must have been a long time ago... I definitely heard someone mention it," Fred said, his expression serious.

"Once we catch him, we can just ask," George said.

They found Ron's dorm. The door wasn't locked, and it opened with a push.

Neville was sitting on the carpet, polishing his Wand. Hearing the door, he looked up and froze.

"Uh... did I come to the wrong dorm?" He looked around blankly.

No, this was definitely his bed, his dorm...

"Want to play battle royale this afternoon, Neville?" Fred said casually, searching the room with his eyes. "Call Ron... are the others in your dorm here?"

"They might be in the common room? Harry seemed to have gone to the Library..." Neville scratched his head, then belatedly asked, "Has the rain stopped?"

"It'll stop this afternoon," George replied dismissively.

Neville saw that the two brothers didn't even glance his way, but instead converged on Ron's bed from either side. He couldn't help but remind them again, "Ron's not in the dorm."

"Oh, right, we'll take his hero rat. Ron needs it, doesn't he?"

Fred said perfunctorily as he pulled back Ron's crumpled blanket.

A dirty sock fell to the floor.

A grey, sparse-haired rat was curled up asleep in a nest made of old towels piled at the head of the bed.

But when George reached out to grab it, it suddenly darted out, stood on the bed, and its small black eyes spun around, staring at the two of them.

Fred quickly scanned the area around the bed. Aside from the rat, there was no other living creature, not even a single extra insect.

His heart sank.

"Come on, Scabbers! We'll take you to the game room and help Ron get his revenge."

Fred said, his voice a little too deliberate.

Behind his back, George's thumb subtly uncorked the Draught of Living Death.

Scabbers the rat sat傻乎乎地 near the head of the bed, as if he hadn't understood a word they'd said. Fred suddenly pointed his Wand at it—

"*Petrificus Totalus!*"

*Bang!*

The Spell hit the wall. Scabbers had jumped out of the way just in time. George quickly threw the Draught of Living Death, but he was a moment too slow.

The crystal bottle shattered with a snap. Neville, who had been about to say something, smelled a strange odor.

"Grab it!" George yelled.

The rat darted out the door like lightning.

Neville shook his head, feeling a little dizzy. By the time he came to, the room was empty.

The Weasley brothers pounded down the stairs, casting Spells as they ran.

But the tiny rat was much quicker than them. It managed to dodge every Spell and escaped directly into the common room.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the Weasley Twins.

"*Splat!*"

A Spell hit a vase on a cabinet by the wall, smashing it to pieces.

"Fred, George! You're breaking school rules!" Percy shouted angrily. "You're not allowed to use Spells indiscriminately in the common room! I'm taking points from Gryffindor!"

"Stop blabbering and catch that rat!" Fred yelled.

"A rat?" Ron realized the creature his two brothers were chasing was his own pet, Scabbers. He asked in surprise, "What's wrong with Scabbers? Even if he gnawed on your stuff, he's just a rat!"

He reached out to block his brothers. Just then, someone opened the common room door, and Scabbers zipped through the opening, escaping.

"Wait! Stop him!"

The Weasleys, who had been causing chaos in the common room, rushed out the door one after another, only to all tumble into a mud pit.

Wade poured the Draught of Living Death into the unconscious rat, then placed it in a glass jar enchanted with a strengthening Spell. Only then did he look at the disheveled group and let out a deep sigh.

Harry, who had just opened the common room door with the password, asked in confusion, "What happened?"

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