Hermione looked at the crowd and said in a shocked tone: "How could he do such a thing, I can't explain the reason." ”

Ron agrees.

"You have to understand him, he has no brains, after all." Harry sighed and took back the map of the living spots, "I'll go out and have a look, you guys be careful." ”

"Come back early." Hermione nodded, "Old rules." ”

Harry smiled.

There were seven secret passages from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, and Harry checked them one by one.

The first thing to check was the one where the Weasley brothers took him to Hogsmeade in the first year, the last time he walked it was still a little lifelong, but now it has completely collapsed, the road is blocked by earth and rock, and there is no sign of the big dog arching it.

Then there is the third floor, the one behind the statue of the hunchbacked one-eyed witch, with a messy footsteps, and there are many footprints of a little wizard, but no dog paw prints.

There are six in the castle.

There were four left, and Harry checked them one by one.

There are no traces left by big dogs.

The last one, outside the castle, but it will not be possible to get out for a while, the students gather in the auditorium, and the professors will not be able to open for a while because of the events of last year, and the portraits have been destroyed, and the lounge will not be opened for a while.

Dumbledore had the students sleep in the auditorium, while the professors searched through the night.

That's much better than last year.

At least...

I know who I'm looking for this year, and I'm going to be such a big person.

Hermione dragged her sleeping bag and lay down next to Harry, and the other little wizards were very interested in making room for them, and even tried to pull Ron along, but they couldn't.

Such an adult, why don't you open your mind?

"Did you find any traces?" Hermione asked in a whisper.

Harry shook his head, "There is no trace of him in the secret passage in the castle, it must have come from under the beating willow." ”

He looked around: "It seems that there is no way to go out today, I hope there will be some traces left tomorrow." ”

Ron asked, "Harry, wouldn't it be good to tell the professor directly?" ”

Harry hadn't explained yet.

Hermione shook her head: "It's different, last year it was the mystery man, this year it's Peter." ”

"If you tell the Professor, both Blake and Peter will be sent to the Ministry of Magic."

Ron still has some expectations for the Ministry of Magic, after all, his father is a member of the Ministry of Magic: "Isn't it good to send it to the Ministry of Magic, investigate this matter ......"

Hermione continued: "Then Peter will only be sent to Azkaban, I have looked up the laws of the Ministry of Magic, and there is no death penalty in the Muggle world. ”

Harry glanced at Hermione in surprise, "You've thought so much. ”

Hermione's ears turned red, and her tone was a little tense: "I, I'm just guessing casually." ”

"That's what I thought." Harry turned his head and looked up at the ceiling, reflecting the sky tonight, clear and cloudless, with the full moon embedded in the sky, "If Sirius hadn't been so brainless, I would have killed Peter." ”

Ron opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

After a moment, he lifted his hand and placed it heavily on Harry's shoulder.

Harry pushed him away: "Asleep? Don't move your hands and feet. ”

"Am I that kind of person?" Ron was dumbfounded, "I move my hands and feet when I fall asleep?" ”

Harry nodded, "Yes, you're restless when you sleep. ”

Ron frowned, puzzled, "I'm restless?" ”

As he said this, Neville, who was sleeping on Ron's other side, turned around, cautious and nervous, "Ron, you are not allowed to beat me up when you sleep at night. ”

Ron was dumbfounded.

He struggled, stuffing himself into his sleeping bag and letting Harry kindly zip it up, revealing only his head.

"Our dear little Ronnie." Fred and George came up smiling, greeting each other tenderly, with their bags in their hands.

Ron panicked and began to regret stuffing it in his sleeping bag so early: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Halloween gifts." Fred whispered, half-crouching beside Ron.

George crouched down to Ron's other side and pulled out the quill and ink.

"Fred, no!" Ron struggled, his voice more frightened, his screams attracting the attention of the young wizards and the professors.

But the professor wasn't going to stop it.

In this kind of atmosphere, it is a good thing to have a living treasure to make trouble, enliven the atmosphere, and dispel this tension and panic, even if it is a little less.

Ron was powerless to resist.

He's wrapped in a sleeping bag all over his body, with only one head left, and he's not quite like a turtle that can retract his head or have a delicate bite technique.

When he got to the back, he stopped struggling and lay on the ground with his heart like ashes.

Fred and George's hands are skillful.

Draw a complete portrait of a little boy being beaten up by a cat on Ron's face.

I didn't want to sleep tonight, either Ron or any of the other little wizards.

They chattered about Sirius Black's sneak moves, which the Fat Lady had already said, and it was Black who had broken into the castle.

Hogwarts is the safest place to be, not for nothing.

Even if there was something like the year before last and last year.

But it was just an accident.

The castle has a treacherous terrain, with a black lake on one side and a forbidden forest on the other, and the only passage that can be connected to the outside world is guarded by Dementors.

Not to mention, the castle itself also contains very powerful magic, and no one can apparition here and use this unannounced way to infiltrate.

How exactly did Blake get in? He's not a magical object.

It wasn't until the wee hours of the morning that the discussion died down.

The professors were unable to find Sirius.

The next day, Percy announced to the lion cubs that they could go back to the common room tonight, and Professor Dumbledore found a new caretaker for Gryffindor.

And the fat lady needs time to heal the wounds in her heart.

Harry went out after breakfast.

The secret passage under the willow is a bit dangerous, and when someone approaches, it will wave its rattan whip and attack indiscriminately.

However, the way to enter is also very simple.

There is a scar next to the root of the tree, and as long as you press it lightly, you can make this beating willow tree separate.

With a wave of his wand, Harry turned into a cat on a nearby rock, deftly shuttling under the vine whip and slamming his head into the scar, turning back into a stone.

Harry walked under the beating willow, and the night passed, and there were still some traces, dog paw prints, very fresh, left from last night.

Sure enough, it was through this secret passage that I entered the castle.

The footprints were a little flustered, I don't know if they were afraid of beating willow or Dumbledore.

Drill through the secret passages.

The footprints inside were clearer, Harry waved his wand, kicked up the dust, and covered his footprints with dust.

Until—

At the end, there was a dirty room, the furniture in it was in a very dilapidated state, and the windows and doors were sealed with wooden boards.

Harry crouched down and looked down at the chair closest to him.

"Claw marks, werewolf claw marks?"

"The traces are very old, more than ten years old."

"When Uncle Lupin was at Hogwarts, he came here every time he wanted to transform?"

He got up and looked at the wall again, there were more claw marks on it, and even one wall was completely pierced.

Uncontrollable werewolves......

Harry sighed.

He lowered his head and continued to search for the dog's paw prints, which stopped abruptly from the hallway, to the bedroom, to the bathroom, and in the corner of the bathroom, there was a broken hole that was only ankle high.

The sawdust left around the corner was very new, not even discolored, and had just been gouged out for a few days.

Harry obviously couldn't get through.

He turned back, covering his footprints, and returned to his bedroom, where he took a closer look, where the bed had been cleaned and a wand on the cupboard, presumably the adult wizard who had bullied the Weasley brothers.

It was an empty bed, no mattress or bedding.

Sleep here when it's cold and windy?

Harry watched in silence.

I have a very complicated emotion in my heart.

The belief in revenge supported him to do so, and he still persevered in such a difficult environment.

"It's... Stupid enough. Harry sighed.

There's a wand.

Don't want to improve your life? I finally changed a quilt for myself, and if I didn't turn into a kennel, I was not afraid of freezing myself to death when I slept on a wooden bed.

He had just thought yesterday that his godfather might still have some brains and knew that he couldn't stay at Hogwarts.

Now it seems......

I think highly of him.

The road didn't work, and he quickly covered up all his tracks, and returned to Hogwarts, where yesterday there was such a fuss, and the professor forbade the students to go to Hogsmeade again, and their happy and wonderful weekend lasted only one day.

Harry put on his cloak of invisibility and walked through the secret passage on the third floor to Hogsmeade.

Outside the screaming hut, the traces of the dog's paws were scattered, and when they stepped on the road, they were covered by the footprints of others, and the smell left behind stopped in front of the three brooms, covered with the rich aroma of wine.

There's no way to follow the trail.

Harry crouched and waited outside the screaming shed, but Sirius never appeared.

Until late at night, Harry had to go back.

There's also dueling class training tonight.

Back to the break room.

"Did you find him?" Hermione asked with concern and poured him a cup of hot chocolate - she didn't like house-elves as creatures, but she had to admit that they worked.

At least when it comes to eating and drinking, they are reliable.

Harry shook his head, "I don't know what he's doing, I haven't squatted until he arrives, I'll try again next weekend." ”

"Why don't you wait until December?" Hermione advised.

Harry was stunned.

"Wait for the heavy snowfall, it won't be safe in the Forbidden Forest, and you still have a Gryffindor trial to do this year." With a wave of her wand, Hermione's weather watch from astronomy class flew in.

By the beginning of December, heavy snow will fall.

Harry nodded and looked around, "What about Crook Mountain?" ”

"I didn't play with the cat scratch board yesterday, and I didn't play it today, and I'm angry in the bedroom." Hermione got up and replied casually, "Need it?" I'll bring it in. ”

The Sorting Hat shuddered, and it cried out, "Harry, no ......"

Harry had already taken it off, "I know you can't wait. ”

As soon as they met.

Crookshank swooped down on the Sorting Hat enthusiastically, eager to show his paws.

"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you." Harry poked a fossle at its head.

(End of chapter)