Chapter 182 Discovery

Just as Meka Anders left the dormitory, a slightly larger Niffler suddenly emerged from under the bed, holding a gold Galleon that had fallen from somewhere, and ran to the table.

The slightly larger Niffler tilted his neck, biting the gold coin, and looked at the small Niffler with half of its head sticking out from the table.

Wondering what it was doing, the small Niffler on top of it barely turned its head and made an anxious sound:

"Chirp Chirp..." (Help me!)

The slightly larger Niffler spit out the gold coin in his mouth, drooling, and holding the sticky gold coin with his claws, he replied:

"Chirp Chirp..." (Aren't you okay? What are you doing on the table now?)

The small Niffler was anxious, shaking his head wildly, humming and tilting his mouth, and finally bit the rope tied to his upper body.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." (I have something to worry about! It's a big deal! I've been tied up here by a man who's abusive! He's been sucking my blood all day long! Save me! Save me and I'll tell you where the man's treasure is! Big treasure!)

"Chirp, chirp..." (So it's this... What? There's really a big treasure?!)

"Chirp..." (Why would I lie to you! Save me!)

"Chirp..." (Here it comes!)

The slightly older Sniff was climbing up the table leg, and when he was about to go up, he suddenly heard a click in his ear, which startled all the hairs on his body!

He reacted quickly, turned his head and jumped off the table, and rushed into the hole under the bed, and only replied half a sentence:

"Chirp, chirp..." (The situation is critical, I'll save you another day...)

There was a creaking sound under the bed, and there was a sound of stones moving. In an instant, everything became quiet.

Only the little Sniff, who had half of his head sticking out of the table, was left standing there in a daze.

The door next to him was opened, why are you running away? ! ... The little Sniff hummed.

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After the Transfiguration class in the afternoon,

Harry followed Maeka and the others to finish dinner. When he was about to return to the dormitory with them, he was still thinking about the recent events in Hogsmeade Village in his mind, and walked with his head down absentmindedly.

As a third-year student, he could already go to Hogsmeade Village near the castle. Ron had said several times that it was a paradise compared to school, and even adults lingered there.

But everyone could go to Maud Village, except him, which made him feel like an outsider in the academy.

After the class today, he applied to Professor McGonagall again with a fluke mentality, asking his temporary guardian to sign for him so that he could go to Maud Village.

Because of the lack of this, no one would be willing to let him enter Maud Village.

But not surprisingly, he was rejected again.

If only my parents were here...Harry was thinking, and suddenly bumped into someone.

He was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw that Maeka in front of him paused and stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady at the entrance of the Gryffindor dormitory.

"What's wrong? Meka, have you forgotten the password for this week?"

But Meka didn't respond, so Harry looked past Meka and saw him stroking his chin and looking at the portrait in front of him. He followed his gaze and suddenly lost his mind.

This old portrait of the Fat Lady now has several deep scratches on it.

One of the scratches penetrated the blue sky and white clouds in the portrait, extending to the Hogwarts Castle below, revealing the wooden frame and a rusty nail under the portrait.

But these are not the key points. The key point is,

Where is the Fat Lady?

Why did the Fat Lady in the portrait disappear?

"The Fat Lady is missing..." Harry, who was still trying to find the trace of the Fat Lady in the portrait, heard Hermione's disturbing conclusion behind him.

Disappeared? Or dead? George and the others said that the Fat Lady was someone who died before, so would someone who died once die again...He felt a little heavy in his heart, took a deep breath, turned his head and looked, and the stairs were already crowded with Gryffindor students.

On the wall of the staircase opposite, the characters in the portraits, old or young, all looked over here, pointed and talked to each other.

"Make way, Professor Dumbledore is here!" Someone shouted.

Harry looked down the stairs and saw a tall old man coming up, nodded at him, and walked past him to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

It seemed that the problem was serious, and even Professor Dumbledore came... Harry watched Professor Dumbledore touch the scratches on the portrait, and then a hand pushed him back roughly and squeezed in front of him.

He frowned and looked up. It turned out to be the janitor Filch. No wonder his movements were so rude.

"Mr. Filch." Professor Dumbledore was silent for a long time and finally spoke.

Harry rarely saw his face so serious, and felt that the atmosphere was particularly depressing, so he stepped back a little.

Then he heard Professor Dumbledore continue to say:

"Call all the ghosts, tell them to search every portrait in the castle, tell them... Oh no, wait."

Professor Dumbledore suddenly changed his words, which made Harry stunned.

He saw Professor Dumbledore tilt his head, glance at Maeka next to him, and then imitate Maeka and look up.

"Very sharp eyes, Mr. Anders..." Professor Dumbledore patted Maeka's shoulder, and he looked up and asked:

"Madam, what are you doing hiding there?"

Madam? Found it? ... Harry hurriedly followed the professor's gaze and saw a portrait in the upper left corner. Half of the Fat Lady's face timidly emerged from behind a huge rock, as if hiding from someone?

"I..." The Fat Lady trembled from the stone. She glanced around, dodging her eyes, looking frightened.

Who entered here and scared the Fat Lady like this? ... Harry frowned and thought, and a strange yet familiar name flashed through his mind - Sirius Black.

Is it him, is it the murderer... Harry was thinking, and heard Professor Dumbledore say:

"It's okay, madam, who destroyed your portrait?"

The Fat Lady responded with a crying voice: "He has a pair of devil's eyes, and his soul is as dark as his name... It's him! The headmaster, it's the person you think! He's here, in the castle, Sirius Black!"

Sure enough!

Although Harry had guessed that it was this person, when he heard the Fat Lady say this name, his mind still buzzed and he was a little absent-minded.

This person should be looking for him, and he wants to kill him here, just as Ron's father said, it must be like this...

There was already a commotion behind him, and Harry felt a little irritated when listening to the noisy voices.

He looked back, and everyone had a panicked look on their faces, Ron was like this, and Hermione was like this...

Facing the killer wanted in the newspaper, it is normal to panic, he thought.

Take a deep breath, Harry turned around, and unconsciously glanced at Meka in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

This good friend in the same dormitory still had a calm face, without any panic at all, and even gave him an illusion that he was calmer than Professor Dumbledore.

This inexplicably infected him, and he unconsciously took another deep breath, feeling that the impetuousness in his heart dissipated with his breathing.

"Meka is always like this, always so calm and calm, which is really enviable. Maybe Professor Dumbledore was like this when he was studying at Hogwarts?"

Harry thought, and looked at Professor Dumbledore again.

"What will Professor Dumbledore do? Can he find this person as soon as possible?" He hoped so.

"Search the castle, Mr. Filch." Professor Dumbledore's voice was still calm, "Others go to the hall."

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At night, Meka Anders flew through the sky with lightning and thunder and flew into the empty Gryffindor dormitory.

He looked around and opened the door of the dormitory.

Creaking, as soon as the door opened, he heard a "chirp" sound. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and closed the door casually.

"Fortunately, it's okay..." Meka untied the Niffler on the table, ignored its struggle, and put it into a special bag with a traceless stretching spell.

Then he opened the window, chanted a spell in a low voice, turned into a bat and left again.

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"Chirp!" A slightly larger Niffler stood at the window near the corridor, looked into the window, and made an anxious sound.

A figure caught it and quietly looked at the bat figure that had already flown away.

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