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"Crookshan, what are you running around, come back quickly." A voice came from behind the bushes.

Crookshan, who was still struggling around the roots of the beating willows, purred in dissatisfaction, but it still obediently ran towards the man, and jumped into the man's arms in three steps and two steps. It's hard to imagine that such a big fat cat could make such dexterous movements.

"Oh, Crookshan, you're fat again. I should sue Sù Hermione and let your big dick accept healthy recipes. The man pinched Crookshan's face mischievously, causing Crookshan to scream in displeasure again.

It was undoubtedly one of the last people Harry wanted to see at this time. Harry wished he could grab the cloak of invisibility that had fallen to the side and hide himself, but the sharp pain in his abdomen made it difficult for Harry to get up, which made Harry's thoughts a luxury. "If I put more effort into Transfiguration, I can turn myself into something inconspicuous to avoid this embarrassment." Harry suddenly thought about it.

"Oh, isn't this Potter—" The man sounded deliberately prolonged. "It's a surprise to see you here at this time."

"Each other, Silver." Harry struggled to stand up straight, holding back the sharp pain in his abdomen. "I'm afraid I don't need to report to you somewhere. Please don't speak to me in that Malfoy-esque aristocratic voice. ”

"Oh, I beg your pardon, I didn't know you hated this way of talking." Although he said that he was apologizing, Harry could hear that Silver probably didn't pay attention to him at all, which made Harry feel an indescribable frustration in his heart.

"But these small issues can be discussed later. Looks like you're in some trouble. Silver drew his wand and pointed at Harry. Hurry up and recover! ”

Harry suddenly felt the sharp pain in his abdomen lessen.

"The resuscitation spell is just to stimulate the fast metabolism of the cells in your body to help you recover quickly, if you don't want to have any sequelae, hurry up and tell me what I just gave birth to, and then hurry up and go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment." Silver said lightly.

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"Potter, you'd better think about it, the resuscitation charm won't completely cure you, and if you force yourself to keep up, it's you." Silver said as he struggled through the narrow tunnels. Crook Hill was in high spirits, with its tail held high, triumphantly opening the way ahead.

"I'll take care myself, Silver, you're not in a position to interfere with me." Harry's tone was still impulsive. "Ron is my friend, of course I'm going to find him."

"Unfortunately, you don't seem to have the strength to save your friends. Two three-year-old students, with a wand and an invisibility cloak, were actually dealt with by a big dog in hand-to-hand combat, Merlin is on top, do you use the wand as a small matchstick? I think Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall must have been very disappointed with your appearance. ”

"I told you so! It was the big dog that attacked us, and we didn't even have time to react! ”

"Very well, Mr. Potter, keep your current momentum going, and if you can be so confident in a while, I'm sure I'll be impressed with you."

"Meow" Crookshan suddenly turned his head and nodded his head solemnly.

"Hey, Crookshan, do you think so?"

"Meow"

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The tunnel was short and narrow, and halfway through, Silver and Potter had to bend down completely.

"The elves digging this tunnel are really short, how are they going to get in later......" Silver muttered.

The passage seemed endless, and felt at least as long as the one that reached Duke Honey. All Harry was thinking about Ron, and what the big dog was going to do to Ron...... His breath was short, his chest tingled, and Silver's muttering had a sense of dissonance and unreality. "Maybe it's a lack of oxygen." Harry comforted himself.

Eventually, the tunnels began to rise; A little further, the tunnels became crooked, and Crook Hill was gone. However, through a small opening in Guò, Harry could see a faint ray of light.

It was a house, a messy, dusty house. The wallpaper had fallen off the walls, the floors were stained everywhere, the pieces of furniture were broken, as if they had been broken, and the windows were nailed with wooden boards.

"Ahem, ahem." Silver crawled out of the hole and accidentally inhaled a bit of dust. "Hell, how long has it been since this place has been cleaned."

Silver looked around, there was no one in the room, but a door on the right was open to a dark hallway. On a nearby wooden chair, a large piece of wood was torn off the chair, and one leg was missing.

"Looks like we're at the Screaming Shack, Potter." Silver said to Harry, who had managed to crawl out of the hole. "But it's clear that there are no ghosts here, but living creatures."

At this moment, there was a creaking sound overhead, and something was moving upstairs. Both looked up at the ceiling. They made their way to the hall as quietly as they could. Then climb the crumbling staircase. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, but not on the floor, something had been dragged upstairs, leaving a bright wide mark on the floor.

They reached the dark landing of the staircase.

One door was ajar. They snuck over and heard movement behind the door: a low moan, then a deep and loud whine of a cat feeling content.

"It doesn't seem like there's any danger in Crook Hill."

Silver kicked open the ajar door—

A luxurious four-poster bed, with a dusty curtain all around it, Crookhill crouched on the bed, whining loudly and expressing satisfaction at the sight of them. On the floor next to Crook Hill, Ron clutched one of his legs, which stretched out unnaturally.

Harry rushed in front of Ron.

"Ron—are you alright?"

"Where's that dog?"

"It's not a dog." Ron groaned. He clenched his teeth because of the pain. "Harry, this is the trap ......"

"What-?"

"He's the dog...... He's an Animagus! ”

Ron looked over Harry's shoulder. Harry spun around quickly. There was a snap, and the man in the shadows closed the door behind them.

A dirty, tangled head hanging down to the elbows. If there is not only a blind eye hidden in a deep, dark socket, he may be a corpse; The waxy skin clings to the skeleton of the face, making it look like a skull. He grinned with yellow teeth. Of course Harry knew him, and the Daily Prophet had his picture and name on the wanted notices posted everywhere.

"Hello Sirius Black." Silver solemnly performed a wizarding salute to him. "I'm Jack Silver."