If Peter Pettigrew runs towards the source of the sound now, perhaps he will witness a scene he’d never forget for life—
"Squeak, squeak!"
A Niffler hugging a piece of Parchnt, riding atop a giant "Python’s" head.
Grabbing the bright red feathers atop the Basilisk’s head, Kabuda carefully scrutinized the Marauder’s Map in his hand, as it was filled with countless tiny dots, let alone the professors who had mobilized several students. Of course, the students didn’t know why they were looking for a rat, but at least they didn’t have to attend class—
Not attending class is a great thing!
Yes, the search operation had fervently continued for five or six hours by now, and the sun had slowly crawled to the top of the castle.
"Squeak, squeak—"
Locking onto the fast-moving black dot on the map, Kabuda loudly shouted at the "mount" beneath him while Poisonous Snake Green Pepper, following the Niffler’s direction, rushed along the pipeline that Peter Pettigrew had crawled through, the dark green snake scales scraping against the sewer’s stone floor, making a rustling sound.
...
"Huff... huff..."
Peter Pettigrew felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his mouth.
His four short little paws swiftly scraped along the stone floor, Peter felt that sothing seed to be gripping his heart forcefully, making breathing difficult for him, his ears twitching uncontrollably, the rustling noise, like lurking danger, following him incessantly, making him dare not pause to catch his breath—
Not even for one second.
The feeling of being suppressed by bloodline was unpleasant, Peter only felt his legs grow heavier, though it might be due to exhaustion—he didn’t quite rember how long he had been running, the complex sewer system left him unable to find direction, looking at the sa Gobstones once again, Peter fell silent...
How many rounds has he made?
Wait, if he keeps circling like this... will he die here out of exhaustion?
Peter’s expression was sowhat grim, feeling he needed to think of a way to break the situation, but changes ca faster than his "thods," Peter hurriedly halted his frantic strides, skidding half a ter across the stone floor before stopping precariously, subsequently gazing fearfully at a creature erging from the darkness...
It was a terrifying Niffler, possessing sharp claws capable of prying open canned peaches, a dreadful pouch that could fit all the textbooks of a sixth-year student, and a cute light pink short snout... wait? A Niffler? Looking at the adorable creature erging from the darkness, Peter’s brain froze for half a second.
"Squeak?"
He heard the Niffler utter a harmless sound.
No, is this the monster in the darkness?
Seeing the Niffler, slightly larger than himself, approaching, Peter cautiously retreated two steps, simultaneously beginning to squeak loudly, though he figured the Niffler couldn’t understand him, his resistant expression was clear, the opposite surely could discern it.
Was it a Little Wizard’s pet?
Peter instinctively thought, as the Niffler seed well cared for, its coat shiny and slick.
"Squeak?"
As anticipated by Peter, the Niffler indeed paused, standing there appearing sowhat hesitant. Peter breathed a sigh of relief and pricked his ears up to the surrounding noise, the inexplicable rustling had ceased without notice, and even the eerie sensation of being hunted vanished.
Did that thing give up?
Peter couldn’t help but relax.
"Squeak, squeak!"
Just when Peter intended to leave, the Niffler seed to recall sothing, started rummaging in its pouch on the belly, and then stood up on two legs, offering a large cookie held in its front paws to Peter.
"Squeak, squeak."
Its intention was clear—it’s offering him a treat.
Peter hesitated.
Peter began to struggle.
Peter finally decided to turn away.
Peter started eating the cookie.
Perhaps the Niffler appeared too harmless, or maybe because Peter was extrely famished after the long run, after a prolonged (about three seconds) battle within himself, he nonetheless took the cookie offered by the Niffler, gently gnawing with half of his teeth already lost—
It’s not that he didn’t want to exert force; it truly hurt.
At the ti to escape the drawer, he had gnawed through the wood board with his teeth, and he still felt severe pain in his mouth even now; this pain was particularly intense while chewing cookies—to what extent?
So intense that it wasn’t until the Niffler grabbed his tail that Peter finally ca to his senses.
"?"
Unfortunately, when Peter reacted, it was too late, Kabuda shed its harmless disguise and revealed a Nike-like smile, then, grabbing Peter’s tail, forcefully tossed—
"Bang—"
Peter felt his spine had an intimate encounter with the stone floor, the severe pain hadn’t even triggered his nerves yet, "Bang—" another collision, irrefutable Giant Strength nearly tore his tail apart—
Well, Peter now wished his tail would get ripped off because he was being grabbed by Kabuda’s tail, wildly flung around.
Like dough in a noodle shop.
Peter felt he would certainly chew vigorously now.
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