Harry thought he was stupid, he actually believed what Malfoy said, and despite Hermione's warning, he and Ron sneaked to the prize room on the third floor at midnight, hoping for a fair duel with Malfoy.

Fair...... Target...... Duel.

Although Harry was a little out of breath from the vigorous exercise on the way to escape, he still wanted to laugh, laughing at his stupidity, laughing at his own innocence.

[I'm so stupid, I really ......]

Just thinking about the fact that Malfoy, who had succeeded in his plot, was sleeping in his bed, while he and Ron were struggling to escape Filch, the administrator, in the castle, Harry had the urge to rush to the Slytherin common room and drag Malfoy out and beat him up.

Don't do what your enemies want you to do, for the simple reason that that's what your enemies want to see – Napoleon.

Harry and Ron ran down the hallway, not daring to look back to see if Filch was following up. They ran around the doorposts and down hallways, Harry running in front, he didn't know where they were, and he didn't know where they were going. Eventually, they stopped near the Charms classroom, which was far away from the prize showroom and should be safer.

"Whew~Whew~"

Harry gasped as he leaned against the cold wall, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and Ron was hunched over, gasping for breath.

"Hell, we've been deceived!" Ron whispered through gritted teeth, and he cautiously poked his head out of the corner to see if Filch had quietly chased after him, "Malfoy's coward, he lied to us!"

"Be quiet!" Harry said with a frown, calming his breath as he patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "We can't stay any longer, we're going to go back right away, the sooner the better!"

Confirming that Filch hadn't caught up, Ron shook his head and said weakly, "Wait, let me catch my breath first." ”

"Just hold on and just go back to the common room. ”

Harry encouraged, reaching out and pulling Ron from the ground he was already seated, and he put Ron's arm on his shoulder, and the two of them walked slowly and cautiously.

It was the fourth floor, and the entrance to the Gryffindor common room was on the eighth floor, and Harry hated his own stupidity and Malfoy's meanness more and more, thinking that there were still so many steps to climb, and that the stairs would change positions over time.

If something has the potential to go bad, no matter how small the likelihood, it will always happen.

Harry and Ron had barely gone when they heard the ball handle of a door rattle and something popped out of a classroom in front of them.

It was Peeves, a mischievous and mischievous man who screamed with joy at the sight of Harry and Ron.

"Peeves, please...... Ahh

Harry wanted to say something nice to make Peeves pretend he didn't see them, but Ron didn't know where he got the strength to drag Harry and run. Harry was nearly pulled to the ground by Ron, and after a few quick runs, he staggered to catch up with him.

"Students don't sleep!" Peeves roared, "Students don't sleep, in the hallways of Charms class!"

There was no way around it, so Harry had no choice but to keep running, but after running for a while, he realized that something was wrong with his surroundings.

Harry took Ron's hand and was dragged forward a few steps before stopping, no time to waste, Harry raised his hand and pointed in the direction he had come, which was the staircase leading upstairs.

"The stairs are over there!"

"Huh?"

Ron froze, then followed Harry as he prepared to turn and rush there, only to hear Filch's voice in that direction.

"Which way are they going, Peeves, tell me quickly!"

Harry and Ron stopped, if they continued to run there, half of them would rush up the stairs before Filch could catch up, and half of them would be blocked by Filch, and now it was time to make a choice.

They decided to take a gamble.

However, after only a few steps, a dark shadow suddenly appeared from the stairs and came straight towards them. The man's speed was so fast, that is, he could catch his breath, and he came to Harry. The dim light of the fire lit up the man's face, and Harry and Ron exclaimed.

"Neville!"

"Why are you here?"

Neville running all the way down from the Gryffindor common room was wearing only his pajamas and slippers, making one wonder if he had been sleepwalking.

Finding Harry and Ron, Neville was also relieved.

It took so long to find Rifle, Neville had planned to get a good night's sleep tonight, and he did, so much so that Harry and Ron snuck out without noticing. But while he was dreaming, he was suddenly woken up by Hermione, and before he could ask how Hermione had come in, he was startled by the news Hermione had brought and fell asleep.

"Harry and Ron are in danger!"

Hermione said a lot, but she spoke so fast that it sounded like a tongue twister, and Neville understood a few words, which could be summed up as "Hermione wanted him to bring Harry and Ron back".

Not daring to delay, Neville rushed down from the eighth floor without even changing his clothes, and as he passed by the fourth floor, he heard Harry and Ron's voices, so he came over.

"Uh, Hermione asked me to bring you two back. Neville replied, hesitating, before adding, "She also said that if you resisted, I would knock you unconscious and carry you back." ”

Ron, who had had an argument with Hermione before coming, muffled, "Nosy woman." ”

"I think Hermione was right. ”

Harry regretted not following Hermione's advice, but now this is the case...... He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I'm afraid that the ones who are going to be caught by Filch will become three people." ”

"Filch?"

Neville, who didn't know exactly what Harry had been through, looked at Harry in bewilderment, and when Harry simply told him the cause and effect, he looked down at his two hands with a strange expression.

Not noticing the change in Neville's expression, Harry looked in the direction of the stairs, hesitated for a moment, then pointed in the opposite direction to the stairs, and said to Ron and Neville, "Let's go this way first, I remember there's a door here, if it can be opened, you can hide here." ”

Neville looked in the direction Harry was pointing, a place he was familiar with, having only been there in the afternoon—

Restricted area on the fourth floor.

"It's off-limits. Neville reminded, "When school started, the principal warned me not to go near there. ”

"I know. Harry's tone was full of helplessness, "Maybe it's really dangerous there, but it's because the headmaster warned that Filch probably won't go there, and we won't be found out there." ”

Neville had nothing to say, Filch's voice was getting closer, he seemed to be arguing with Peeves, but there was not much time left for Neville to do so.

"Well, you're following me, and I'll try to protect you. ”

With that, Neville took a step and walked in front, Ron and Harry following. After walking for a while, they came to the end of the hallway, where there was indeed a door, but it was locked.

"What to do?" Ron asked.

"If only Hermione were here, she might have picked the lock-up spell. Harry said, he now felt that even if he hadn't listened to Hermione and had gone back to sleep honestly, he would at least take Hermione with him.

"Let me do it. ”

Neville walked to the door, grabbed the big lock with both hands, and tried a little hard to sturdy it. This lock was much stronger than the small lock on Neville's suitcase, at least not seriously, Neville couldn't do anything about it.

So, be serious.

The warm current that had been entrenched in Neville's mind began to flow, and the muscles in his arms suddenly tensed, and Harry, who was standing next to Neville, seemed to see Neville's arms glowing, but rubbed his eyes, and there were only light blue pajamas and bulging muscles.

Harry and Ron subconsciously took a few steps back, it was just an instinctive reaction, and there was a feeling of suffocation as they stood next to Neville.

The big lock was twisted slightly, and the U-shaped metal rod was gradually stretched and twisted by Neville like plasticine, and his two hands grasped the lock rod that had become much thinner, only a little harder, Neville felt that his hands were empty, and the lock bar was twisted by him.

【Open...... What a joke!]

Harry's mouth was wide open and couldn't close it, Neville's watch was a little too terrifying, it was steel, but it turned out to be torn off by him like mud, is this still human?Ron knew more about wizards than Harry, but he also felt that Neville's watch was simply non-human, magic could easily open the lock, but this kind of violent lockpicking method ...... Could it be that Neville actually has the blood of a giant?

"Click!"

Lifting the handle, Neville pushed the door open and turned to the stunned, speechless Harry and Ron, "Why are you still stunned, why don't you come in quickly!"

"Oh. ”

Harry and Ron hurriedly followed Neville into the house, but the shocking scene was still haunting them, so much so that they didn't notice that Neville's breathing suddenly stopped.

"I think we're in trouble. ”

Neville said suddenly, and in front of him, three pairs of vicious eyes were staring at him maliciously, and there was a sound of water dropping below, and Neville had heard a similar sound in Hagrid, the ticking of Fang's saliva on the ground......

There's a monster hidden behind this door in the exclusion zone!