Thinking of this, Adrian's thoughts turned, and there was a trace of heat in his eyes.
You must know the risk of Animagus transformation was extremely high. Countless talented wizards had failed at it in the past, so that there were only seven registered Animagi in the magical world.
Even if you added those who were careful to hide and hadn't registered, it probably wouldn't exceed thirty people.
It could be seen how difficult the transformation was!
And before attempting it himself, if an Animagus' body could be analyzed, it might greatly reduce the risk of transformation.
Following Adrian's gaze, everyone's attention also focused on Scabbers.
This gray-black rat was being pressed by Ron on the table, shivering under the gaze of three pairs of eyes. There were tears in his eyes.
He couldn't believe what had happened to Hogwarts over all these years. The first-year wizards were so cruel...
"Ron, I'll help you. I haven't used a Stunning Spell yet." Hermione thought it looked very pitiful and decided to knock it out first, so Ron wouldn't cause it too much pain during the experiment.
However, Scabbers didn't dare let these brutal young wizards touch him anymore. At this moment, he was filled with the desire to survive. Possessed by acting spirit and having witnessed the tragic death of his fellow mouse, he let out a scream, rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and lay motionless on the table, looking like he'd soon be dead.
Ron didn't dare try it when he saw this. Scabbers was his pet anyway. If he accidentally killed him like Harry had, his mother wouldn't buy him a second one.
"Adrian? Scabbers is like this now. Maybe we should just forget it." Ron frowned and asked hesitantly.
Scabbers was genuinely relieved when he heard Ron's words, but in the next second, a light flashed and Scabbers fell unconscious very neatly.
"I'm not Harry. I won't hurt Scabbers." Adrian comforted him, then continued.
"If something goes wrong, I'll buy you another brand new one, whether it's an owl, a rat, a toad, or a cat."
"This is very important for the Transfiguration I want to practice!" Adrian looked at Ron seriously.
Ron looked at Scabbers in his hands. He was dark and ugly. Ron thought about the new pets in the pet shop and quickly made a decision.
"Well, if this helps you." Ron placed Scabbers on the table.
"Of course. I promise he'll live." Adrian smiled, not surprised Ron had made this decision.
The reason Ron cared about Scabbers so much was because it was one of the few things he owned himself.
Although this pet had been given to him by his brothers.
Taking the unconscious Scabbers in his hand, Adrian was very careful to place his wand against its head. He input a very small amount of magic power to test and found the internal structure of Scabbers was no different from when he'd analyzed other mice.
If Adrian hadn't been able to see Scabbers was missing a toe, he would almost never be sure this was Peter Pettigrew.
It seemed the magic of Animagus was far beyond his imagination.
Adrian's interest was stirred, and he increased the output of magic power. He carefully examined every blood cell in Scabbers' body. Until magical power surged at Scabbers' head, Adrian found a subtle difference.
There seemed to be some power protected there. Adrian hesitated for a moment and didn't dare continue.
Because he wasn't sure what would happen to Scabbers' brain once he used magical power to analyze it. If he accidentally disabled the Animagus transformation and awakened Peter Pettigrew, then the other people in the compartment would be in danger.
In fact, when Adrian was at school, he'd thought of relying on the Marauder's Map to expose Peter and eliminate such a threat that stayed close by.
But after thinking about it, he'd dismissed the idea.
Most of the officials at the Ministry of Magic wouldn't want to admit that their incompetence at the time had brought a hero who'd resisted the Death Eaters into Azkaban for more than ten years.
So he'd better wait for the parties involved to arrive before throwing them to Dumbledore together.
[Ding!]
[After practice, your proficiency in Transfiguration has improved!]
The system prompt sounded, and Adrian returned Scabbers to Ron without hesitation. Although he hadn't truly analyzed the secret of Animagus, Adrian understood something. During the transformation process, the brain was probably the most critical and dangerous element.
This was enough.
"Woo..."
Amid the clear whistle, the red train slowly stopped on the platform with billowing smoke.
Adrian packed his luggage and put the dead mouse on the table into Echo's cage to provide him with a full meal.
Completely clean and pollution-free.
At that moment, Scabbers, who'd just woken up, was curled up in Ron's pocket. He shuddered when he saw this scene.
Outside the compartment, the young wizards lined up to get off. But with no guidance from the professors, after the door opened, it suddenly became crowded. Someone accidentally knocked over a cage with toads inside. The toads ran out, and several might have been trampled.
While being pushed forward by someone, Adrian was doing the final rehearsal in his heart, thinking about what the first meeting with his family would be like. What should he say in the first sentence? How should he behave?
In his memory, the relationship between his mother Irene and him was very good, even a little spoiled.
Adrian, as a substitute, was worried his acting skills wouldn't pass the test. He couldn't pretend the longing for reunion after a long absence.
Fortunately, the original seemed to be somewhat resistant to Irene's doting behavior, so he'd often gotten into arguments with her. He only needed to grasp this balance.
"Adrian, come on! Why are you spacing out?" Harry, struggling with his large suitcase in both hands, jumped out of the train and then turned to look at Adrian who was still standing still.
"It's nothing. I'm thinking about going home. I'm a little excited." Adrian heard the urging of the young wizard behind him, shook his head, and quickly followed.
A few people walked through Platform 9¾ together, and Adrian also experienced the thrill of passing through the wall. It was a bit like the feeling of passing through the fourth-floor secret passage.
King's Cross Station in London, compared to the other side of the wall, was full of modern atmosphere. The flat tiled floor, the bright waiting hall, and the whistle sounds from time to time in the distance all made Adrian feel familiar.
After spending a long time at Hogwarts, he'd always felt like he was living in the Middle Ages.
Perhaps because this was also peak time for Muggles waiting for trains, the station was somewhat crowded. Among the crowd of Muggle pedestrians in suits and business attire, a large number of parents of young wizards mingled in. They'd basically changed into Muggle clothes, and even if there were a few exceptions, it was harmless.