Hermione went downstairs while repeating what Dumbledore had said, she felt that Verlin had returned, but Vanlin's Animagus, if I remembered correctly, should have been a ferret, but Dumbledore had told her to pick up her white cat. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This couldn't help but make Hermin wonder, a cat obviously has nothing to do with the people in the tower, but Dumbledore said that they would wait for her to carry the cat up the tower, but it was time again?

Hermione's mind was filled with all sorts of strange and bad thoughts, and the root problem was that Van Lin had gone after Peter Pettigrew alone in vain.

And there will be a lot of twists on this issue, such as Sirius will be taken away by Fudge in a few minutes, and Harry will lose his loved ones again, and Van Lin ......

Hermione felt that something had happened to Van Lin, and the more she forced herself to stop thinking so cranky, and her head was full of all sorts of bad thoughts.

Peter Pettigrew is extremely vicious, he doesn't even consider Ron's physical condition, controls Ron to release a killing curse on Van Lin, he doesn't even release a killing curse on Sirius, it can be seen how much of a threat Van Lin is to Peter Pettigrew, he can't wait to kill Van Lin.

Although Peter Pettigrew doesn't have a wand, he can wield those powerful black magic and the Unforgivable Curse, and he unleashed this evil spell on Ron and Van Lin, the Imperius Curse and the Killing Curse, respectively, and he will have any powerful dark magic hidden in his hands.

The more Hermione thought about it, the worse her mood became, it was already past midnight, but the castle was brightly lit by the arrival of the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione trotted all the way to the outside of the castle, all the murals along the way discussing Sirius's capture, Hermione saw the mood they felt because of Sirius's capture, horrified and excited.

At this time, they were constantly moving around the mural, from the easternmost wall of Hogwarts to the westernmost wall.

God knows where they got so much energy, it was already the middle of the night, and according to the habits of these murals, they were just like real people, and they were obviously sleeping at this hour, and if anyone woke them up with a light, the hot-tempered murals would still curse.

The worst of all was the Fat Lady, who moved to the Great Hall and was no longer responsible for guarding the murals at Hogwarts, but she still hadn't broken her habits.

She was now celebrating Sirius' capture, with her singing. She sang really hard, and for a moment, the sound of chirping almost toppled the hall.

Hermione kept her head down, trying to control her body and ignore the annoying murals, but ever since she had come downstairs, those nasty mouths had been talking about her, and they knew it was a child who had been attacked by Sirius.

"Hey, see that Gryffindor girl, it's the one walking on the stairs. ”

"See, what's wrong?" was a mural that had just woken up, and it was so noisy here.

"She was one of several Gryffindor children who were attacked by Sirius, along with her friend, the famous Potter, and I heard that they were controlled by Sirius with magic, but this is not certain, they are all Gryffindor ......"

Not surprisingly, it's a statue of a Slytherin, and your mom doesn't know how such a snarky woman came to hang in the hall, but that doesn't stop Hermione from hating it.

Hermione glared fiercely at the figure on the mural, which seemed to her to be terrible.

The unknown woman on the mural seemed to be startled by Hermione's gaze, and she shrank back, then continued to discuss conspiracy theories about Gryffindor with the mural next to her.

Hermione was determined not to bother with the disgusting murals, maybe she could wait until Van Lin returned, and then ......

Hermione sped down the stairs, and for three years, all the little wizards at Hogwarts wouldn't get lost by the staircase messing, something that had only happened to a handful of young wizards who didn't understand anything in a year.

For example, Harry in the first year, as for Ron, Hermione swore that Mrs. Weasley must have told Ron all the noteworthy things, and Hermione also knew very well that Ron would not listen, and he would prefer to ...... Well, that's really bad.

Hermione thought to herself, it would be a long way to get from the top of the tower to the first floor, but luckily Hermione kept her head down and didn't bother with the damn murals, and Hermione had chosen the closest path.

Walking up to the first floor and turning a corner, the castle gate appeared in front of Hermione, which had been closed by Professor Snape since Sirius escaped from prison.

However, Hermione didn't know how to open the castle gates, which involved Hogwarts' magical circle defense system, but Dumbledore told her to go outside the castle and retrieve a white cat.

Of course, Dumbledore wouldn't let her come in vain, Hermione tried to walk over, she stretched out her hand and gently pushed the heavy gate of the castle, and then she seemed to be slapped on the node of the magic array, and the shackles of the castle gate began to unravel one after another with a clicking sound.

Hermione stood quietly inside the door, she looked at the door that gradually parted to both sides, she had passed by it countless times, but this time she was a little scared.

She hoped that when the castle gates opened, there would be a familiar smiling face standing outside the door instead of some indifferent white cat.

However, the gates of the castle were completely open, but there was no one outside, no vanlins, and no white cats.

Hermione looked a little panicked for a moment, he didn't know what to do at all, he didn't see Van Lin, Hermione was very disappointed, and the white cat that Dumbledore asked her to hold had never appeared, she didn't know what she was supposed to do, where to go, she hoped that the person who would make her feel kind would appear on the edge of the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

Hermione just looked at it, her hands clasped tightly, it was the second half of the night, all the little wizards should be in bed, and Van Lin was alone in the dark and cold Forbidden Forest, and there was no one around him who could help him.

Hermione was a little scared, she took two steps forward, she was going to wait here, waiting for Van Lin to run out of the Forbidden Forest, she wanted to make sure she was visible enough that Van Lin could spot her in the first place.

The girl was a little cold, and the cold wind of the night blew on Hermione's thin clothes, and Hermione was a little lonely.

The girl took out her wand, and she cast a warming spell on herself, but even so, it was still so cold at Hogwarts tonight, and hundreds of Dementors were hovering outside the castle, just above Hermione's head, and although they couldn't get in, it was still very terrifying.

Hermione's lips were a little blue, and she struggled to raise her wand higher.

“L...... Lumos (fluorescent flash)!"

Hermione shook her wand vigorously, but the faint glow of the wand did not bring any warmth to Hermione. However, it also made Hermione visible enough in the doorway that she seemed to glow.

......

And Fan Lin, who was still shuttling in the Forbidden Forest, did not dare to stop at all, in fact, he was already very tired, and the blood flowing from the scars on his body mixed with the soil completely dried up on Fan Lin's body.

His hair was congealed, which made his body very heavy, and he still had Peter Pettigrew in his mouth, and he could clearly feel that the air in the bottle was very thin, and he couldn't let Peter die like this.

Van Lin carefully bit the cork out of the mouth of the bottle with his fangs, he had to keep Peter alive, even though he didn't want to.

He ran slower and slower, he felt that his body was so bad that his magic was exhausted, and he couldn't even lift his Animagus form.

"It's just a little bit worse. Van Lin gritted his teeth secretly, he bit the tip of his tongue a little, he didn't care about any blood anymore, he just hoped that he could return to the castle, the pain could awaken his spirit, which was very important.

He jumped down from a tree, and vaguely, he saw that the gate of the castle was open, and there was a glimmer of silver-white light that flickered continuously, like fireflies, but like starlight, and the light seemed to guide him.

He looked at the castle uncertainly, he didn't know what it was, maybe it was his own hallucination, judging by the time, Hermione and Harry should have been back in the castle.

He didn't know if his disappearance had been discovered, and he trusted Dumbledore not to do anything like that.

He thought maybe Hermione was waiting for him at the castle gate, and he thought so when he saw the silver point of light.

He quickened his pace, and as he ran up the hill, he accidentally stumbled, and he rolled on the ground, covered in mud.

However, he did not stop, he had already seen, there was indeed such a person at the door, the person he most wanted to see, the person that Edenn imitated, he could be sure, he recognized it at the first time.

He ran two more steps, and the wounds on his body were all cracked open because of the stumble just now, and the dirt on his body began to slide into the muzzle, which made him feel very painful, but he couldn't care about that, as long as he went, to the person's side, this was his only thought.