In the middle of the night, Harry Potter suddenly woke up from his dream.

After a long day of crazy play, he thought he would sleep until dawn exhausted, but when he opened his eyes, he found that it was still pitch black outside.

Remembering the ransack of Snape's storeroom, he was woken up around this time. But today was different, there was no outside force to disturb Harry, he just couldn't sleep.

Harry fumbled in the darkness for a moment, finding his glasses on the bedside table and putting them on.

Ron was sleeping on the edge of the bed in a position he would never have been able to do in his waking state, and Harry hesitated for a moment, not alarming him, and quietly got out of bed, tiptoeing to the window, and opened the curtains to look out at the snowflake-decorated castle.

The scene suddenly reminded him of the cloak of invisibility, with which the whole of Hogwarts was completely open to him. Harry stood in the darkness and silence, feeling a rush of excitement in his heart. With this cloak of invisibility, he could go anywhere—anywhere! Filch will never know.

Dumbledore didn't give him the cloak to use it as a tool for fun, but who said that a night tour in the castle in violation of school rules must be for fun? The castle is full of secrets, most of which will keep students out, and with the help of the Cloak of Invisibility, Harry can change that - yes, the library! Hermione had been soaking there for half a month without finding Nicol Lemay's name, but now the situation was different! With the invisibility cloak, he can freely enter and exit the *** area, which was originally forbidden to students, where he will definitely find clues.

If Hermione had been here, she would have been unsparing in pointing out that this was nothing more than an excuse, a pretext to justify her curiosity and desire for a night trip. However, Harry's interest was very high at the moment, and even if someone did point it out to his face, it might not be able to stop him.

He almost flew under the bed, pulled out the invisibility cloak that was hidden by old clothes from behind the open suitcase, half-written notebook, torn socks and light wheel 2000, and couldn't wait to throw it over his body, the cold touch of water seemed to soak his entire body in an instant.

Harry looked down to see that the part below his neck had fully integrated into his surroundings. He took one last look at Ron, and to make sure that he showed no signs of waking up and that there was no risk of falling out of bed anytime soon, and then tiptoed out of the dorm room, down the stairs, through the common room, and over the portrait hole...... Maupassant might have used the suggestive metaphor of "a woman with her legs unguarded" to describe Hogwarts today, but Harry's age, experience, and literary literacy meant that his imagination was not so rich.

It was his father's cloak of invisibility, and perhaps his father had been like this, wandering alone through the Hogwarts night, like a shadow, a ghost, freely moving through every corner of the school without anyone noticing...... Harry felt like he was about to tremble with excitement at the thought of that image.

Harry sped through the corridors. At first he walked cautiously on tiptoe, but as time went on, he didn't see anyone along the way. This made Harry bolder and faster, and if it weren't for the fear that the sound of running on the marble floor would alarm the janitor, he might have begun to run with his legs spread out to express his irrepressible joy.

Unbeknownst to Harry, the little movement he had created as he strode forward would be enough for a professional tracker to be a clue.

He was unlikely to notice that a man who looked like a barbarian warrior with an animal skin on his shoulder and a wooden sword like a club in his hand was quietly following behind him in the same invisible state.

……

The library was darker than the Gryffindor dormitories, and Harry had to find an oil lamp in the dark, light it, and carry it among the eerie rows of bookshelves. Admittedly, this is very dangerous, after all, there is nothing more conspicuous than the only light in the dark, but no matter what clues about Nicol Lemay are hidden in the *** area, he must first make sure that he can read the handwriting on the book.

Fortunately at midnight the library was empty, and Mrs. Pince was on the books

Love doesn't seem to be enough for her to put a sleeping bag here and live there.

The area is located at the rear of the library and is separated from the general collection by a rope. Without hesitation, Harry slipped underneath.

He had also imagined what the *** would be like in the eyes of wizards - according to Neil's original words, since they have all started to use the toilet sewage backflow spell on a large scale, what is there to be taboo in this world? But so far, Harry couldn't say that he had seen anything that would convince him.

The layout of the area is similar to that of other areas, except that the collection of books looks a little older. It seems that even the librarian was not allowed to have access to these ancient books, for some of them had apparently been unmaintained for a long time, and the gilded fonts on the spine had peeled off everywhere and become illegible, and one book even had a large dark stain on it that looked like blood, some terrible curse, or if it had been used as a blunt object.

As he went deeper, the meaning of the word *** finally began to emerge, and Harry began to hear whispers coming from the bookshelves on either side, and the low laughter, crying, and pleading wails mixed together, made him feel a little creepy. He wasn't sure if it was a hallucination he had had in a state of extreme fear, but he didn't want to stay here any longer.

Harry knew where he had to start, and the sooner he found something, the sooner he could justify leaving this place. He placed the lamp on the ground and crouched down in front of the bookshelf and looked at it one by one, trying to find a book that looked suspicious—as if there was a book here that didn't look suspicious.

An old book with a silver and black cover piqued his interest. The book was so heavy that it took Harry a great deal of effort to pull it out of the crowded shelves, and he put it on his lap, brushing the dust off it, and then carefully flipped it open.

A terrible scream broke through the silence - the damn book was screaming! Harry hurriedly closed it, but the screaming continued, and in his panic he accidentally kicked the lantern over, extinguishing the fire and enveloping it in darkness again.

Harry didn't think much of it, the sound had already alarmed half of the castle, and he rudely shoved the screaming book back into its place, turned and ran. As he rushed to the front of the library, he heard a rush of footsteps outside. Filch pushed the door open, with a big smile normally seen on the faces of serial murderers—smiling faces that vanished when he saw the library empty, untroubled students standing there and holding them down.

Harry realized that the cloak was still on him, and he slipped under Filch's side and ran for his life while he yelled at the little bastard for all the torture he knew. He didn't care about the road, he just wanted to run as far as possible.

At that moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side, and grabbed Harry's right arm precisely through the invisibility cloak. Harry was startled, and just as he was about to shout, his mouth was covered by another outstretched hand. All of this happened so suddenly that Harry could barely think, but at that moment, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"How bold you are, Mr. Potter."

Harry was stunned for a moment, "Neil?"

"Shhhh Be quiet! Why do you have to bury us all?" As if out of thin air, Neil let go of the hand holding him and pointed to the wooden door next to him, "Come with me, we can go and hide inside for a while."

"But ......"

"Oh my God! Alright, Mr. Potter, don't ask anything, come here, and make my last job of the day a little easier! You can't imagine how I've had my day - I haven't even seen a deerbelly pudding look like!"