Chapter 119 Why Not Use Magic! (3rd Update)

Chapter 119 Why not use magic! (The third update~)

Hermione looked at the crowd and said in surprise: "How could he do such a thing? It's hard to explain even if he has a reason."

Ron also agreed.

"You have to understand him. After all, he has no brains." Harry sighed and took back the Marauder's Map. "I'll go out and take a look. Be careful."

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

Harry smiled.

There are seven secret passages from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade. Harry checked them one by one.

The first one he checked was the one that the Weasley brothers took him to Hogsmeade in his first year. It still had some life last time he walked on it. Now it has completely collapsed. The road is blocked by earth and rocks, and there is no trace of it being opened by a big dog.

Then it was the one behind the statue of the hunchbacked one-eyed witch on the third floor. The footsteps were messy, and there were many footprints of little wizards, but no dog paw prints.

There are six in the castle.

The remaining four, Harry also checked one by one.

There are no traces left by the big dog.

The last one is outside the castle, but they can't get out for a while. The students gathered in the hall. The professors were still frightened by what happened last year, and the portrait was destroyed, so the lounge couldn't be opened for a while.

Dumbledore asked the students to sleep in the hall, and the professors went to search all night.

This is much better than last year.

At least...

This year, we know who to find, such a big person.

Hermione dragged her sleeping bag and lay down next to Harry. The other little wizards made room for them very tactfully, and even wanted to pull Ron, but they couldn't.

How come he hasn't figured it out at such an age?

"Have you found any traces?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

Harry shook his head: "There are no traces of him in the secret passages in the castle. He should have come from under the Whomping Willow."

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

Ron asked: "Harry, why don't you tell the professor directly?"

Harry hasn't explained yet.

Hermione shook her head: "It's different. Last year it was the mysterious man, this year it's Peter."

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

Ron still had some expectations for the Ministry of Magic, after all, his father was a member of the Ministry of Magic: "Wouldn't it be better to send him to the Ministry of Magic, investigate this matter..."

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

Harry looked at Hermione in surprise: "You actually thought so much."

Hermione's ears blushed, and her tone was a little tense: "I, I just guessed casually."

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

Ron opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, not knowing what to say.

After a while, he raised his hand and put it heavily on Harry's shoulder.

Harry pushed him away: "Are you asleep? Don't touch me."

"Am I that kind of person?" Ron was stunned. "Will I touch you when I fall asleep?"

Harry nodded: "Yes, you are very restless when you sleep."

Ron frowned and wondered: "I am very restless?"

Just as he said this, Neville, who was sleeping on the other side of Ron, turned his head and said cautiously and nervously: "Ron, you are not allowed to hit me when I sleep at night."

Ron was dumbfounded.

He struggled and stuffed his whole body into the sleeping bag, and asked Harry to zip it up considerately, leaving only his head exposed.

"Our dear little Ronnie." Fred and George came over with a smile. They greeted him gently, holding schoolbags in their hands.

Ron was panicked and began to regret stuffing himself into the sleeping bag so early: "What are you going to do?"

"Halloween presents." Fred said softly, half squatting beside Ron.

George squatted on the other side of Ron and took out a quill and ink.

"Fred, no!" Ron struggled, his voice even more panicked. His screams attracted the attention of the little wizards and professors.

But the professors did not intend to stop him.

In this atmosphere, it was good to have a funny guy making trouble, liven up the atmosphere, and dispel the tense and panic emotions, even if it was only a little bit.

Ron was powerless to resist.

He was wrapped in a sleeping bag, with only his head left. He was not like a turtle that could retract his head or have a sophisticated biting technique.

Later, he stopped struggling and lay on the ground with a dead heart.

Fred and George were very skillful.

A very complete picture of a little boy being beaten by a cat was drawn on Ron's face.

No one wanted to sleep tonight, neither Ron nor the other little wizards.

They chattered and discussed Sirius Black's infiltration method - the Fat Lady had already said that it was Black who broke into the castle.

Hogwarts is the safest place, and it is not groundless.

Even if something like the year before last or last year happened.

But that was just an accident.

The castle is located in a dangerous place, with a black lake on one side and a forbidden forest on the other. The only passage connecting to the outside world is guarded by Dementors.

Not to mention, the castle itself contains very powerful magic. No one can Apparate here and sneak in without being notified.

How did Black get in? He is not a magic item.

The discussion died down until the early hours of the morning.

The professors did not find Sirius.

The next day, Percy announced to the little lions that they could return to the common room tonight, and Professor Dumbledore found a new caretaker for Gryffindor.

The Fat Lady needed time to heal her inner trauma.

Harry went out after breakfast.

The secret passage under the Whomping Willow was a little dangerous. If someone approached, it would swung its vine whip and attack indiscriminately.

But the way to enter was also very simple.

There was a scar next to the root of the tree. Just press it lightly to make the Whomping Willow fall.

Harry waved his wand, and a stone next to it turned into a cat, which nimbly shuttled under the vine whip, hit the scar hard, and turned back into a stone.

Harry walked under the Whomping Willow. After a night, there were still some traces left, dog paw prints, very fresh, left last night.

It turned out to be the castle entered from this secret passage.

The footprints were a bit flustered, I don't know if they were afraid of the Whomping Willow or Dumbledore.

Go into the secret passage.

The footprints inside were clearer. Harry waved his wand, raising dust, and covered his footprints with dust as he walked.

Until -

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

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

"Claw marks, werewolf claw marks?"

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

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

He stood up and looked at the wall on the side. There were more claw marks on it, and even one wall was completely penetrated.

Uncontrollable werewolves...

Harry sighed.

He lowered his head and continued to look for dog paw prints, from the hallway to the bedroom, and finally to the bathroom. The dog paw prints stopped abruptly. In the corner of the bathroom, there was a broken hole that was only ankle-high.

The wood chips left in the corner were very new, and had not even changed color. They had just been dug out a few days ago.

Harry obviously couldn't get through.

He turned back, covered his footprints, and returned to the bedroom. He looked carefully here. The bed had been cleaned, and there was a wand on the cabinet. It should be the adult wizard who bullied the Weasley brothers.

There was only an empty bed, no mattress, and no bedding.

Sleeping here in this cold wind?

Harry looked at it silently.

There was a very complicated emotion in his heart.

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

"It's really... stupid." Harry sighed.

There is a wand.

Don't you want to improve your life? At least he could turn himself into a quilt, or at worst a doghouse, so that he wouldn't be afraid of freezing to death sleeping on a wooden bed.

Yesterday he thought that his godfather might still have some brains and knew that he couldn't stay in Hogwarts.

Now it seems...

He overestimated him.

This road was not feasible, so he quickly covered up all his traces and returned to Hogwarts. After what happened yesterday, the professor didn't allow students to go to Hogsmeade again. Their happy and wonderful weekend only lasted one day.

Harry put on the invisibility cloak and walked to Hogsmeade from the secret passage on the third floor.

Outside the Shrieking Shed, the traces of the dog's paws were scattered. When they stepped on the main road, they were covered by other people's footprints. The remaining smell stopped in front of the three brooms and was covered by the strong smell of wine.

There was no way to follow the trail.

Harry could only squat and wait outside the Shrieking Shed, but Sirius never showed up.

Until late at night, Harry had to go back.

There was still duel training tonight.

Back to the common room.

"Have you found him?" Hermione asked with concern, pouring him a cup of hot chocolate - she didn't like creatures like house elves, but she had to admit that they were useful.

At least when it comes to food and drink, they are still reliable.

Harry shook his head: "I don't know what he is doing. I haven't been able to catch him. I'll try again next weekend."

"How about waiting until December?" Hermione suggested.

Harry was stunned.

"When it snows heavily, the Forbidden Forest will be unsafe. You still have the Gryffindor trial to do this year." Hermione waved her wand, and the weather table she made in the astronomy class flew over.

When it's early December, heavy snow will fall.

Harry nodded and looked around: "Where's Crookshanks?"

"I didn't play with the cat scratching board yesterday, and I didn't play with it today. I'm angry in the dormitory." Hermione stood up and answered casually, "Do you need it? I'll bring it."

The Sorting Hat shivered, and it pleaded: "Harry, no..."

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

As soon as they met.

Crookshanks enthusiastically pounced on the Sorting Hat, showing his claws impatiently.

"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you." Harry poked a shallow hole in its head.