They put on their robes, picked up their wands, and crept through the rooms on the castle.

Ron kicked on the suitcase that someone had forgotten to put back in the dorm room, making a dull noise.

Just as he was about to scream, Rig and Harry, who had been on guard, tightly covered their mouths from left to right.

Feeling that he had calmed down, Rig and Harry lowered their hands and continued on their way.

Descend the spiral staircase into Gryffindor's common room.

There was still a glimmer of embers in the fireplace, and the armchairs seemed to turn into black shadows.

"Don't let me know which idiot didn't take the suitcase."

Reflecting the fireplace fire, Ron said angrily.

His eyes sparkled with tears.

Rig gave Ron a thumbs up in admiration, which made Ron feel better.

kicked on the trunk wrapped in dragon skin, and he could not say a word.

I'm such a man.

Ron couldn't be happier with himself!

They were just about to reach the portrait passage when they heard someone talking in one of the chairs closest to them.

"I can't believe you're doing that."

A lamp popped on.

The person in the chair is Hermione Granger.

She was wearing a pink nightgown, her long curly hair tied behind her back in a high ponytail, and her white little face was full of disapproval.

Hermione frowned as she looked at the tiptoeing trio.

"Why are you here again," Ron really didn't expect this annoying spirit to be so persistent, "go back to sleep!" ”

"I almost told you brother," Hermione replied unceremoniously.

"Percy Weasley - he's the prefect, he's going to stop you from fighting your duel."

Harry couldn't believe that there was such a nosy person.

"Let's go." He whispered to Ron and Rig.

Rig thought for a moment, "Malfoy almost killed Harry and was expelled. Can you forgive Malfoy for being expelled from Hogwarts? ”

Harry really didn't want to get tangled with Hermione, and he was in a hurry to duel Malfoy.

Malfoy would have laughed at him for being a coward, Harry thought to himself.

He pushed away the portrait of the fat lady and climbed in through the hole.

Rig motioned for Ron to go first, and he made eye contact with Hermione.

Hermione looked at the only opponent she could compete with academically.

Well, she actually lost badly.

Because of Xueba's sympathy, she is still willing to listen to Rig's words.

Hermione gasped at the thought of being expelled from Hogwarts, an outcome she absolutely could not accept.

Seeing that Hermione was silent, Rig continued, "It's the same with Harry. It wasn't that he wanted to break the school rules, it was that Malfoy had been targeting him. ”

Ron was waving at Rig on the other side, and Harry was whispering to Rig to come out.

Rig could only say goodbye to Hermione and climb into the hole.

It's just that if Hermione gave up so easily, she wouldn't be Hermione.

Hermione followed Rig into the hole, like an angry she-dragon.

Lowered his voice and shouted at them, "But now Harry is not expelled, but the points in the Gryffindor House Cup will be deducted by your night tour." ”

Thinking about the extra points she had earned from studying so hard, Hermione was even angrier.

"I don't want Slytherin to win another House Cup, I don't want you to lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall with the Diversion Spell."

"Go back, don't follow us. You'll have to get deducted points in a moment! Ron finally recovered from the pain in his feet, and his mind was full of a duel for a while.

"Okay, but I warn you Ron, you're so ......"

As for how it is, they don't know.

Rig, Harry, and Ron have already begun to trot.

I've been entangled with Hermione for so long, and I don't know if they're late.

Hermione turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady to relapse back, only to find that the painting she was facing was empty.

This is the only way to enter Gryffindor House, and only the portrait of the fat lady in charge of guarding the door can enter the Gryffindor common room.

The fat lady had gone out late at night, and Hermione had been locked outside the Gryffindor common room.

"Oh, what do I do now?" Hermione mumbled to herself.

"That's your problem." Ron, who wasn't far away, said, "We've got to go, we're going to be late." ”

Look at the dark corridors, and look at the empty portraits.

There was also a cold wind blowing in the aisle from time to time, which looked eerie.

Hermione shuddered, gritted her teeth, and ran in the direction Rig had left.

Before they could reach the end of the hallway, Hermione caught up.

"I'll go with you." She said.

"You are not allowed to go." Harry is going crazy.

He wasn't completely sure he could beat Malfoy.

It's good now, and he needs more viewers he doesn't like.

In case he did lose, Harry thought sadly.

Probably he won't be able to hold his head up again.

"Do you think I'm going to stand out here and wait for Filch to come and catch me?" That's when Hermione's wit returned.

"If he finds out about the three of us, I'll tell him the truth, and I'll say I'm trying to dissuade you."

"You're not a little bold." Ron exclaimed.

"Be quiet!" Rig said sternly, motioning for everyone to shut up.

"I heard a voice."

It's a snorting sound.

"Is it Lady Loris?" Ron asked, holding his breath, narrowing his eyes into the darkness.

Not Mrs. Loris, it's Neville.

He curled up on the floor, sleeping soundly.

But as soon as they approached, he was awakened.

"Thank goodness you found me! I was out here for hours. "Neville couldn't be happier.

He thought he was going to sleep on the ground all night.

"I can't remember that new password, I can't go to bed."

"Be quiet, Neville. The password is 'pig nose'. Hermione said unhappily.

"But it's useless to you now. The fat lady didn't know where she went, and I was shut out. ”

"How's your arm?" Rig asked.

"It's all right," Neville said, holding up his arm to show them.

"Madam Pomfrey cured it in the blink of an eye."

Harry, who heard that Neville was okay, was relieved.

Then he looked around anxiously, afraid that Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts, would come out of nowhere.

Filch has been with Hogwarts for at least 15 years, and has been at the top of the list of the most hated teachers of the decade.

Before they even entered school, they heard Filch's name in the mouths of twins George and Fred.

He also had a scrawny cat named Lady Loris, who had been following him all the time.

Lady Loris would wander around Hogwarts Castle all the time, calling Filch whenever she noticed a young wizard mischievous and breaking the school rules.

When Filch catches a young wizard who violates the school rules, he takes him to his office full of torture equipment, and punishes him with points, confinement, and so on.

So no little wizard wants to be caught by Filch.

The deduction is a small matter, and Filch's office really goes and doesn't want to go again.

Rumor has it that it has become a nightmare stained with the blood of young wizards.

Of course, Filch was not given permission to use the torture instruments, he was just trying to scare the troublemakers.

Watching the little wizard who could use magic shiver at him.

This is the happiest thing for Squib Filch, who is obviously a wizard but can't use magic.

"Alright, Neville, listen, we're going somewhere, see you later."

Harry couldn't wait any longer.

"Don't leave me!" Neville said, rising from the ground.

"I don't want to be here alone, the ghost of Baro the Bloody has already passed through here twice."

Time popped out of Rig's wand head, "We've got to hurry, there's five minutes left." ”

Moonlight poured in through the high windows, one by one across the ground, barely illuminating the direction in which Rig and the others were heading.

At each turn, several people thought they were going to run into Filch or Mrs. Loris.

Luckily, they were lucky.

They hurried up the stairs to the third floor and tiptoed towards the prize showroom.

Malfoy and Crabbe weren't there.

The crystal glass case where the prizes are displayed sparkles in the moonlight.

In the dark, trophies, shields, medals, and statues shimmer with silver and gold light.

One by one, the trio moved forward against the wall, Hermione and Neville following them.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the doors at either end of the room.

In a quiet room, even the sound of a heartbeat was noticeable.

Harry pulled out his wand in case Malfoy burst in and duel him.

Minutes and seconds passed.

"He's late, maybe he's scared." Ron whispered.

At this moment, a voice came from the next room, which frightened them into jumping.

As soon as Harry raised his wand, he heard someone speak.

Not Malfoy.

"Smell everywhere, my dear."

It was Filch who was speaking to Lady Loris.

"That clever little Slytherin wizard could say there would be several people here."