"Ron, run......"

Harry's voice pierced the night sky, and along with the black dog's barking, it seemed so abrupt, yet so natural. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ron turned around a little stiffly, his face full of fear, he was terrified, and with Spotted, he felt like he had almost seen death.

Harry suddenly moved, and Vanlin didn't have time to stop Harry, he didn't even pull out his wand, it wasn't necessary.

Sirius Black wouldn't miss a beat, Ron wasn't Vanlin, he wasn't any Animagus at all, and it would be much easier if Peter Pettigrew escaped on his own, they just had to catch the damn rat.

However, Harry didn't have the confidence of the two of them, and in order to prevent Harry from being impulsive, Van Lin chose to hide it. So all Harry saw was his friend being attacked by a damn black dog, which bit Ron's clothes with his sharp teeth, and Ron's body was quickly dragged underneath the beating willow.

"Ron......" Harry shouted, he ran in a panic, there was nothing else in Harry's mind except Ron in front of him, not even the call of Van Lin and Hermione.

He followed Ron's figure closely, he didn't even think about whether the beating willow would attack him, he ran desperately, and in the blink of an eye, three ...... Oh no, it was the figures of the four of them who disappeared in front of Van Lin and Hermione.

"Nothing will happen...... Hermione worried, the impulsive Harry was a little too worried, at least Hermione.

"It's okay, Sirius won't hurt Harry, but I'm more worried about Ron......" Van Lin's brow suddenly furrowed, he suddenly thought of a particularly serious question, what if Ron was controlled, Peter Pettigrew and Ron were so close, Van Lin didn't think Ron would be able to break free from Peter Pettigrew in time, as for his wand......

Hermione obviously thought about it, the girl was a little worried about Ron's safety, although there was a conflict, but as a friend, at least Hermione thought so, she had few friends, so she cherished it.

"Let's get over there, Harry has a wand in his hand, and Peter, Sirius, and Ron......"

"Well, good!" Van Lin replied with a heavy nod, of course he had to go, he couldn't let Harry and Ron have any accidents.

We're turning our gaze to Harry.

Harry's eyes were a little swollen, and if anyone else was there, he would have noticed that Harry's eyes were bloodshot from the slight congestion.

The passage under the beating willow was the only entrance to Hogsmeade's screaming shack, and it was Harry's first time walking through it, and there were some stumbles along the way, the walls were a little slippery, perhaps due to the melting snow, which made the road slightly muddy.

Harry, however, did not dare to relax his steps, he pulled out his wand, and the light generated by the spell would illuminate not far away. But the road continued, it was engulfed in darkness, Harry didn't know where it would lead, he just stumbled and walked, and the road seemed to have no end.

The most terrible thing was that Harry could no longer hear the black dog's breath and Ron's shouts, the darkness seemed to engulf everything, and he could only walk alone, not daring to stay in the slightest, he was afraid of losing his friends, he was afraid of walking through the passage and facing Ron's cold corpse.

"It's going to be fine......" Harry reassured himself, the smell of damp and smelly earth coming from the walls around him made him feel very uncomfortable, he wanted to wait for Van Lin, but instinct kept moving towards him, the black dog holding Ron in front of him, and Van Lin behind him......

Finally, the passage came to an end, a gentle upward slope, one leading to a higher place.

Harry looked up obliquely, and he seemed to see a cold night, shrouded in the moon, and flecked through the crumbling wooden walls.

The planks on the passage had not yet had time to be covered.

Harry gritted his teeth, he was going to save his friend no matter what.

Harry's hand clenched his wand, and now that was his only reliance, he could almost guess what the black dog was, Sirius's spell or Sirius himself, whatever it was, it had something to do with the prisoner who had escaped from Azkaban, it was dangerous, a murderer, a loyal fan of Voldemort who could evade the Dementors without the help of a spell.

Harry crawled out vigilantly, and because of his nervousness, Harry unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat on such a cold night.

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.

"It's like a screaming shack...... Harry thought to himself, there wasn't as much dust as he thought, at least the part of the way from the secret passage to the inside was relatively clean, which was very different from the thick pile next to it.

Harry looked around. His gaze fell on a nearby wooden chair, from which a large board had been ripped off and one leg was missing.

It seemed that someone had lived here, the famous haunted house, and he could enter Hogwarts at any time, and the thought of this made Harry's mood even heavier.

Yes, and who would have thought that there would be people living in a haunted house with a magical seal so that no one could enter it from the outside.

"Sirius Black...... Harry whispered, he had long thought it was this person, but the thought of Sirius Black hiding here and hiding so much time that his cousin had been secretly watching, Harry had a feeling of a thorn in his back.

It's terrifying, a murderer, he knows Hogwarts very well, he can escape so many Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and Hogwarts' defense system, and even the horror of the Dementors has nothing to do with him.

Harry suddenly felt a little ridiculous, he still naively thought that he was safe, he took the initiative to take a night tour of the castle after getting the map of the living point, although the map had been handed over to Van Lin, but now that he thought about it, he had failed enough.

Sirius seemed to be able to kill him at any time, and with a single look, Sirius could easily appear on the outskirts of the castle, and with a light pounce, Harry couldn't resist at all.

But what made Harry even more strange was why Sirius didn't attack him, shouldn't he be Sirius's target?

At this moment, there was a creaking sound overhead, and something was moving upstairs. Harry looked up nervously at the ceiling.