This is Filch speaking to Lady Loris.

The few little wizards hiding in the prize room were going to be terrified.

Rig waved his wand at the other four and told them to follow him.

Several men crept up to the door, far from Filch's voice.

Neville's robes had barely skimmed around the corner of the showroom when they heard Filch enter the prize showroom.

"They're right here somewhere." Rig heard Filch mumble under his breath.

"Probably hiding."

Lady Loris let out a rough meow, Harry had never heard a cat meow so badly.

"This way!" Rig said to everyone in an inaudible voice.

The five of them crept along a corridor full of armor,

In order not to make a sound, they walked very slowly.

Gradually, Filch could be heard getting closer and closer to them.

Rig clenched his wand nervously.

I really can't do it, so I can only give Filch a sneak.

But I don't know if the teachers can check who gave the spell, Rig thought with some concern.

Suddenly, the trio's familiar strange cries rang out.

Lady Loris was also suddenly quiet.

I don't know what happened, but Filch's footsteps faded away.

The five of them waited quietly for a while, but none of them moved.

The hallway was silent, except for the sound of the wind passing through.

Rig carefully lit his wand.

Fluorescent flickering, his newfound spell.

Looks like it's working well.

Rig carefully wrapped his hand around the top of the wand so that only a few rays of light came through.

Just to illuminate the five people who are standing together again.

"I think we've dumped Filch." Harry said in fits and starts.

He leaned against the cold wall, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Neville and Ron were already sitting on the ground.

"I told you." In Hermione's usual conversation, the domineering energy returned.

"We have to get back to the Gryffindor common room as soon as possible," Ron said. ”

He really didn't want to catch cats with Filch anymore.

"Malfoy lied to us," Rig said to Harry.

This upset Rig as well, and he literally helped Harry plan for the night.

Now the efforts have been in vain.

"Filch knew someone was going to the prize showroom, and he was a little Slytherin wizard. It must have been Malfoy who had revealed the news to him. Rig whispered,

Harry nodded silently, he thought the same thing.

To be honest, he wasn't embarrassed in front of Hermione and Neville, which made him happy.

"Let's go." Rig proposed.

Since Malfoy didn't really come to the duel, they had to hurry back.

No one objected, and the five of them began to advance against the wall again.

It's so dark in the hallway.

Rig didn't dare to keep lighting his wand for fear of being seen from some corner by Filch.

They had barely walked a dozen steps when they heard the rattle of a doorknob.

Something popped out of a classroom in front of them.

It's Peeves.

Neville, who was already frightened by the dark corridor and Filch who didn't know when it appeared, couldn't help but let out a sharp scream and ran away.

But darkness and fear affected his eyesight.

Neville panicked and slammed headfirst into the armor in the hallway, knocking him into a daze.

It also made the armor of the entire corridor fall one after another like dominoes.

The clatter of armor hitting the ground echoed throughout the castle.

Rig closed his eyes in pain, and it was over.

Sure enough, from downstairs they came a wonderfully loud and continuous cat meow.

And the sound of Filch thumping upstairs.

"Run!" Rig shouted, taking a few steps past Neville.

The five men ran down the hallway at full speed, and no one looked back to see if Filch had followed.

Because the wonderful meow of the cat has been approaching them.

Peeves followed them, not far or near.

Peeves' laughter is a guide to Filch.

They skirted the doorposts, ran through corridor after corridor, and repeatedly ascended and descended the stairs.

In the end, even Hermione, who had memorized a map of Hogwarts Castle, couldn't recognize where they had gone.

Rig ran at the front, dragging Hermione, who had no strength.

Hermione's long curly hair was now all scattered, and the rubber bands didn't know where they had fallen.

The air around Rig was filled with the scent of her shampoo or perhaps shower gel.

Harry, Ron, and Neville grunted as they followed Rig.

They looked down and flashed Peeves, fleeing for their lives.

Flee all the way to the end of the hallway, slamming into a door.

Unfortunately, the door is locked.

"It's over!" Ron whimpered.

Neville began to weep again, sobbing quietly.

Rig quickly pulled out his wand, but Hermione was quicker than him.

They heard footsteps, and Filch was limping along the sound.

The marvelous cat meow had become hoarse, and Filch angrily told her to shut up.

But the wonder is still calling.

"Oh, come here." Hermione said roughly.

She knocked on the lock and whispered, "Alaho Cave open!" ”

The lock clicked, and the door suddenly opened.

Rig woke up from a dream.

!

He knew it!

Rig didn't really want to go in.

But Hermione, who thought Rig was stunned, grabbed her through the door.

The five of them rushed in and quickly closed the door.

Rig looked at the scene in front of him, thinking much faster than usual.

Merlin's manicure.

Harry didn't look back at all, just put his ear to the door and listened carefully.

They heard Peeves depart at a rapid pace, and Filch cursed in exasperation.

Mrs. Loris was screaming to comfort Filch.

Marvelous stopped screaming at this moment, and she suddenly disappeared again.

"He thought the door was locked," Harry whispered.

"I think we're going to be fine. Don't tug at my sleeve, Neville! ”

Neville kept tugging at the sleeves of Harry's robes.

"What's wrong?"

Harry turned.

I saw it, I saw it clearly.

For a moment, he believed that he must have walked into a nightmare.

A nightmare more nightmare than Filch.

They weren't in the same room as Harry thought they were, they were in a hallway.

It was the hallway on the fourth floor that the principal said at the opening ceremony that it was forbidden to enter.

Now they know why it's off-limits.

They were facing the eyes of a large, monstrous dog that was so big that it filled all the space from the ceiling to the floor.

It has three heads, three pairs of dripping and turning vicious eyes, and three noses.

Now three wide mouths are drooling.

Saliva hangs from yellowed dog's teeth like slimy rope.

It stood motionless, all six eyes staring at them.

When the huge three-headed dog began to let out a deafening roar, the little wizards all stood in place.

Temporary loss of the ability to think.

The big dog finally reacted, and it pounced.