"Hmph, well, people who really know can't tell us.??· You know, Dementors only put down their bandanas when they're using their last worst weapon. ”

"What's that?"

"People call it the Dementor Kiss. Lupin said, smiling slightly mockingly.

"This is what the Dementors do to those they want to destroy completely. I guess there will always be something like a mouth under the turban, because they press their jaws against the mouth of the victim and suck out the soul of the victim. ”

Harry spat out a little butterbeer.

"What? They kill ......"

"Oh, no," said Lupin, "it's worse than killing."

You know that as long as your brain and heart are working, you can live without a soul. But you don't feel about yourself anymore, you don't have memories, you don't have anything. There is no chance of recovery. You are, you just live. The Walking Dead is just that. Your soul is gone. Lupin drank a little more butterbeer and said, "This is the fate of Sirius Black." That's what I said this morning. The Ministry of Magic had promised the Dementors to do so if they caught Black. Harry sat there stunned for a moment as he thought about sucking the soul out of his mouth. But he thought of Blake.

"He deserves it. He said suddenly.

"Do you think so?" Lupin asked softly, "Do you really think anyone deserves this?"

"Yes," Harry said nonchalantly, "yes, ...... did something"

He had wanted to tell Lupin about the conversation he had overheard with Vio on the three broomsticks about Blake, about Blake's betrayal of his parents, but that would have exposed him and Vio's unauthorized access to Hogsmeade, and he knew that Lupin might not care about it.

So he finished his butterbeer, thanked Lupin, and left the History of Magic classroom.

Harry wished he hadn't asked the Dementor turban what was under the turban, for the answer was so horrible that he was so immersed in what it would be like to have his soul sucked away, and he had collided with Professor McGonagall on the stairs.

"Look where you're going, Potter!"

"I'm sorry, Professor!"

"I went to the Gryffindor's common room to look for you. Well, here you go, we've done everything we can think of, and it's like there's nothing out of the ordinary with this broomstick, and you have a good friend somewhere, Potter!"

Harry's mouth widened. She was pulling out his firebolt, and it looked as beautiful as ever.

"Can I take it back?" Harry asked in a low voice, "Can I really take it?"

"Really. Professor McGonagall said she was really smiling. "I'm sure you'd like to try it before Saturday, right? Potter, try to win, okay? Or we'll not win a trophy for eight years in a row, Professor Snape kindly reminded me last night......" Harry couldn't say a word, he took his firebolt and went upstairs to Gryffindor Tower. As he turned a corner, he saw Ron rushing at him like an arrow, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

"Did she give it to you? Great! Listen, can I try it? Tomorrow?"

"Well, you can do anything!" said Harry, who had never felt so relaxed in a month.

"You know what? we should make peace with Hermione. She just wanted to help. ”

"Okay. By the way," Ron said, "she's in the common room now, at work, for a change of taste." ”

They returned to the hallway leading to Gryffindor House and saw Nacheng Longbottom begging Sir Cadogan, who seemed to not let him in.

"I wrote it down," Neville said with tears in his eyes, "but I must have left that piece of paper somewhere!"

"Sounds like it's true!" shouted Sir Cadogan, and then, seeing Harry and Ron, "Good night, good young waiter!

"Oh. Shut up. Ron said that he was on the side of Harry and Neville.

"I forgot my password!" Neville told them miserably, "I asked him to tell me what password to use this week, because he kept changing passwords, and now they confuse me!"

"Strange skin. Harry said to Sir Cadogan, who looked extremely disappointed and reluctantly let them into the common room. There was a murmur of excitement as everyone turned around, and Harry was surrounded by people vying to see the firebow arrows.

"Where did you get that, Harry?"

"Let me ride, okay?"

"Have you ridden it, Harry?"

"Ravenclaw is lost, they are all using the Sweep Seven Stars!"

"Shall I take it, Harry?"

It is said that they look at the fire bolt and admire it from every angle. After about ten minutes, the crowd dispersed. Harry and Ron could see Hermione, she was the only one who hadn't rushed towards them. She leaned over toward her homework, carefully avoiding the gaze of both of them. Harry and Ron approached her table, and finally she looked up.

"I got it back. Harry said, grinning at her and raising his firebolts.

"See, Hermione, there's nothing wrong with this broom!" Ron said.

"Well, there might have been something wrong with that!" Hermione said, "I mean, at least now you know it's safe!"

"Yes, I think so," said Harry, "I'd better put it upstairs!"

"I'll get it," Ron said eagerly, "and I need to go back and get my last paper." ”

He took the fire bolt and carried it up the stairs of the boys' dormitory as if it were made of glass.

"May I sit down, then?" asked Harry Hermione.

"I think so. Hermione said, removing a large piece of parchment from a chair.

Harry looked at the messy table, at the long, uninked treatise on arithmetic divination, at the longer paper on Muggle studies, and at the magical translation that Hermione was working on.

"How can you handle so many things?" Harry asked her.

"Oh, well, you know how hard it takes. Hermione said. Harry got closer to find that she looked almost as tired as Lupin.

"Why do you learn two more?" asked Harry, watching her pick up a book and look for her magic dictionary.

"I can't do it!" Hermione said, looking surprised.

"Arithmetic divination looks scary. Harry said, picking up a complicated-looking table of numbers.

"Oh no. Arithmetic divination is wonderful!" Hermione said sincerely. "Arithmetic divination is one of my favorite subjects, and it's ......"

But Harry never understood the magic of arithmetic and divination. At this moment, a muffled cry came from the stairs of the boys' dormitory. There was no one talking in the whole common room, and everyone was full of fear as she stared at the door. The hurried footsteps grew louder and louder, and then, Ron jumped into everyone's sight, carrying a sheet with him.

"Look," he growled, striding over to Hermione's table, "look!" he cried, shaking the sheet in front of her.

"Ron, what?"

"Spotted, look, Spotted!"

Hermione dodged Ron, completely overwhelmed.

"Spotted in vio"

Harry looked over at the sheet Ron was holding. There's something red on it. It looks scary, like ......

"Blood!" Ron shouted in the panicked silence of everyone.

"It's dead! Who else is going to get into my place? Doug and Lotra are fine, do you know what's on the floor?"

"No, I don't know. Hermione said, her voice shaking. Ron threw something on Hermione's translation. Hermione and Harry leaned forward. Scattered across the strangely shaped, long, pointed handwriting were long strands of ginger cat hair.