Vio didn't know what to say, she wanted to tell Hermione not to push herself too hard, she was already good.

Moreover, she didn't do it to maintain excellence, it was entirely because of the thirst for knowledge and interest in the unknown that drove her to keep moving forward and learning better, such Hermione, who could bear to interrupt her efforts for a minute or a second?

Vio patted Hermione on the shoulder in distress, and handed her the sleeve of his robe that was still dry on the other side as Hermione's tears almost wet one sleeve.

In addition, there is one thing that she has been brewing for a long time that must be said.

But not now.

She hadn't been there for the past few days, because Sirius had already followed her into Hogwarts, and she didn't have to ask how to get through the Hogwarts Express train when it stopped, and waves of zombie-like Dementors at the door, as long as you were willing to find a way, the possibilities were endless.

Harry had a strange dream. He was walking in the woods, his firebow bolt on his shoulder, and he was following something silvery white. The thing zigzagged through the woods, and he could only catch a glimpse of it through the crevices of the leaves. Desperate to catch up with it, he quickened his pace, but he walked faster, and so did the goal he was pursuing, and Harry was running, and he heard the sound of hooves in front of him quicken his pace. Now that he's racing on the flats, he can hear the sound of running ahead. Then he turned a corner and came to an open field, and he ......

"Ahh......h No, no, no, no, no......"

Harry suddenly woke up, as if someone had been punched in the face. Completely disoriented in the darkness, he fumbled around the curtain, he heard movement around him, and Simofenigan's voice came from the other end of the room.

"What's wrong?"

Harry thought he heard the door slammed shut. He finally found the opening of the curtain and pulled it open, while Dean Thomas lit the lamp.

Ron sat up on the bed, the curtain pulled to the side, a look of utter horror on his face.

"Black, Sirius Black, with a knife!"

"What?"

"Right here! What just happened! Pierced the bed! Woke me up!"

"Surely you're not dreaming, Ron?" Dean asked.

"Look at the veil! I tell you, he was here!"

They all climbed out of bed, and Harry was the first to reach the door of the dormitory, and they ran down the stairs at full speed. The doors behind them opened one by one, and many sleepy voices asked them questions.

"Who was yelling?"

"What are you doing?"

Ember from the fireplace illuminates the common room, which is littered with garbage left over from the party. The room was empty.

"Surely you're not dreaming, Ron?"

"I tell you, I see him!"

"Why are you making so many sounds?"

"Professor McGonagall told us all to go to bed!"

Several girls came down the stairs, dressed in dressing gowns and yawning. The boys also appeared one after another.

"Great, will the party go on?" Fred Weasley said cheerfully.

"Everybody's back upstairs!" Percy said. He hurried to the common room. As he spoke, he pinned his badge of the boys' student council president to his pajamas.

"Percy, Sirius Black!" said Ron weakly, "in our dorm! with a knife! Wake me up!"

There was silence in the common room.

"Nonsense!" Percy said, looking frightened. "You've eaten too much, Ron, you're having nightmares. ”

"I'll tell you ......"

"Alright, that's enough, don't say it anymore!"

Professor McGonagall is back. As she walked into the common room, she slammed the hole in the portrait behind her and looked around furiously.

"I'm glad Gryffindor won the game, but it's ridiculous that you're doing this now, Percy, I was counting on you to do better!"

"I certainly didn't let them do that. Professor!" Percy said, raising himself in righteous indignation.

"I was telling them all to go back to bed, my brother Ron had a nightmare......"

"Not a nightmare," Ron cried hard. "Professor, I'm awake and Sirius Black is standing in front of me with a knife!" Professor McGonagall glared at him.

"Don't make a joke, Weasley. How could he get through the hole in the portrait?"

"Ask him!" said Ron, pointing to Sir Cadogan's portrait with a shudder, "and ask him if he has seen ......."

Professor McGonagall gave Ron a suspicious look, pushed the painting away, and walked out on her own. The entire common room held its breath.

"Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man into the Gryffindor Tower!"

"Of course, ma'am!" cried Sir Cadogan. Everyone was speechless with amazement, both inside and outside the common room.

"You, did you do that?" asked Professor McGonagall. "But, but what about the password!"

"He has a password!" said Sir Cadogan proudly, "for the whole week, ma'am!" read from a little piece of paper!" Professor McGonagall came back from the hole in the portrait, and her face was as smug as chalk in the face of the pupils who were too forgiving to say a word.

"Which," she said, her voice trembling, "which utterly ignorant fool has written down all the passwords for the week and scattered them around?" there was silence, and then a small, frightened voice broke the silence. Neville Longbottom, trembling from his head to his fluffy slipper-clad feet, slowly raised his hands.

None of the people in the Gryffindor building slept that night. They knew that the castle had been searched again, and that the entire Gryffindor House was in the common room, waiting to hear if Black had been caught. At dawn, Professor McGonagall returned, telling everyone that Black had escaped again.

The next day, everywhere they went, they saw that security had been tightened: Professor Flitwick was holding a large picture of Blake and teaching everyone who was guarding the front door to identify it, and Filch was suddenly running back and forth in the hallway, nailing him with a wooden plank from the small crack in the wall to the rat hole. Sir Cadogan was dismissed. His portrait was put back on the lonely staircase on the eighth floor, and the fat lady returned. The fat lady was professionally repaired, but she was still extremely nervous, and her return to work was conditional: she had to be extra protected. A group of rough and rude gnomes were hired to protect her. They walked down the hallway at a menacing pace, muttering and comparing the size of the sticks in their hands.