Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Please let me go." It was Percy's voice, and he walked out of the crowd.

"Why are you stuck here? You all don't have to forget the password... Sorry, I am Head Boy, please let me know."

The crowd calmed down and started to calm down from the front, so it was like a cold current, spreading out in the hallway.

Then they heard Percy's voice suddenly pointing up: "Who is going to ask for Professor Dumbledore! Fast!"

People have turned back and the last person stood up.

“What happened?” Ginny probably stayed in the auditorium for a while, just arrived.

After a while, Professor Dumbledore arrived, and he hurried to the portrait of Mrs. Fat.

The students at Gryffindor College were crowded together to make him pass, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione leaned closer, trying to see where the trouble was.

"Oh, my God--" Hermione seemed to be seeing it, and a sleeved tube made a scream.

The fat lady has disappeared from the portrait, the portrait has been vandalized, the canvas fragments are everywhere on the ground, and the large canvas is completely removed from the frame.

Dumbledore quickly glanced at the damaged painting.

"Professor McGonagall, go to Filch right away and tell him to look for a fat lady on every painting in the castle-"

"You will be lucky!" a hoarse voice suddenly said.

It was Peeves, who loves to tease people. He jumped on the top of the crowd, very happy--when he saw the scene of destruction and sorrow, he always did.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Peeves's mocking smile faded a bit - he didn't dare to laugh at Dumbledore.

Therefore, he turned to a slick accent, which sounded better than the hoarse voice.

"Not good, Mr. headmaster... She didn't want to be seen, she was messed up. I saw the landscape that she ran across the fifth floor, sir, she hid in the middle of the tree, crying and saying 'terrifying' Things'." Peeves said in a happy tone.

"...poor things." Finally he added a sentence, but there was no pity for others.

“She said who did it?” Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Oh, yes, the professor's head." Peeves said, "She won't let him in - he's very annoyed, you understand." Peeves flipped in the air and grinned at Dumbledore from his own legs.

"His temper is really bad, this Sirius Black."

Soon, Professor Dumbledore called all the students at Gryffindor House back to the auditorium. Ten minutes later, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin students came, and the students were all puzzled.

“The instructors and myself will conduct a thorough search of the castle,” said Professor Dumbledore.

At this time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick closed all the doors of the auditorium.

"For your own safety, I think you may have to spend the night here tonight. I asked the Prefects to stand at the entrance to the auditorium. The boys and girls' student council presidents stayed in the auditorium for management."

"I will report it to me immediately if anything happens." Dumbledore added this to Percy.

After Percy heard it, he immediately put on the pride of "I am an important person."

“Let's find a ghost and bring it to me,” Dumbledore added.

And when Dumbledore passed by Marx, he said softly, "Marx, please come out with me."

He took Marx out of the auditorium, but he thought of something and stopped.

"Oh, yes, I think you will need it--" Dumbledore waved wand at random, and the long table flew to the side of the auditorium and arranged neatly; again, the ground was covered with hundreds of A purple sleeping bag.

"Sleep well." Professor Dumbledore said, opening the door and going out, Marx followed, and took the door with ease.

Outside the door, Dumbledore was standing on the side waiting for him.

“Professor, is there anything?” Marx asked.

“This time someone broke into the school and it also destroyed the portrait of the fat lady, which is dangerous for the students –” Dumbledore said. “I think you are familiar with the Acromantula in the woods and can help me search. That piece of wood?"

Marx listened to it. He sorted out his thoughts and he replied: "Professor, you know everything... Of course, why not?"

"I don't know everything," Dumbledore squeezed his eyes at him. "I only know what I know... Professor Hagrid will go with you."

And don't mention how surprised Hagrid knows Marx and Aragog's friendship. The search for everyone this evening is a failure. It is as should should be by rights.

In Black's decisive style, long after Marx and Luna returned, he left the secret passage under Whomping Willow.

In this regard, Dumbledore has no feeling of disappointment - he just made sure that the intruder did not stay in school, it is already very good, to rule out the danger hidden in the school - this is the most important thing at the moment .

In the next few days, everyone in the school talked about rumors about Black.

The more and more mysterious about how he entered the castle, the Hufflepuff Academy, a student named Hannah Abbott, heard that Black could incarnation a bush of flowering shrubs!

In their next potion class, she spent a lot of time telling everyone who was willing to listen to her.

The ruined portrait of Mrs. Fat has been taken off the wall, replacing it with the portrait of Sir Cadogan and his obese gray ponies.

In fact, no one is happy about this.

Sir Cadogan spends half of his time every day challenging people or asking people to fight with him. The other half is spent on ridiculously ridiculous passwords. To change the password twice.

"He's crazy," Seamus Finnigan said angrily to Percy. "Can't we change people?"

"No other paintings are willing to do this errand," Percy said. "They are all terrified by what Fat Lady has encountered... and Sir Cadogan is the only one who comes forward."

However, what Harry was worried about was not Sir Cadogan.

Now he is closely monitored - the instructors find various excuses to walk with him in the hallway, and Percy Weasley follows him everywhere, like an extremely defensive guard dog, mostly for what Mrs. Weasley wants him to do.

The most terrible thing was that Professor McGonagall called Harry into her office, and the uneasy look on her face made Harry think that someone must have lost his life.

"There is no need to marry you anymore, Potter," she said seriously. "I know this will be shocking to you, but Black-"

"I know he's chasing me," Harry said tiredly. "I heard Ron's father tell his mother. Mr. Weasley works at the Ministry of Magic."

McGonagall seemed to be very surprised. She stared at Harry and said after a while: "I understand! Well! Then, Potter...you understand why I think you are not a good idea to practice Quiddich in the evening? On the stadium, there are only your teammates around you, you are very exposed, Potter -"

"We are going to have the first game on Saturday!" Harry was furious, but he had to keep calm. "I must train, teach!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him with certainty.

Harry knew that she was extremely concerned about the future of the Gryffindor team, after all she suggested that Harry be the Seeker.

He waited, holding his breath nervously.

“Hey...” Professor McGonagall stood up and stared at the Quiddich stadium outside the window, and the sill was visible in the rain.

"Well... God knows, I would like to see our team finally take back the trophy... but anyway, Potter, if there is a teacher present, I will be happy - I will ask Madam Hooch to supervise you. training."

The first Quidditch match is getting closer, but the weather is getting worse.

Under the supervision of Madam Hooch, the Gryffindor team bravely trained, they are more painful than before.

Then, at the last training before the game on Saturday, Captain Wood brought a bad news to his team.

"We don't compare with the Slytherin team!" he told them angrily. "Flint just came to see me - we have to compare with the Hufflepuff team."

“Why?” asked the other team members in unison.

"Flint's excuse is that their Seeker injured arm is not good yet!" Wood said, biting his teeth with anger. "But they are so obvious that they don't want to play in such weather, they think it will destroy them." chance--"

It was a gust of wind all day, and when Wood spoke, they heard the thunder in the distance.

"Malfoy's arm is fine!" Harry said with a big anger. "He is pretending!"

"I understand, but we can't prove it," Wood said painfully. "We've been practicing with Slytherin, and now we're playing against the Hufflepuff team. Their style is quite different. They have New Captain and Seeker Cedric · Diggory -"

Angelina, Aria and Katie suddenly smirked.

“What's wrong?” Wood asked—he was annoyed at this carefree behavior.

"He is the tall, beautiful boy?" Angelina said.

"The one who is strong and less talked!" Katie followed.

After that, they started to smirk again.

"Laughter!" Wood suddenly shouted. "There is a worse news here. Do you want to listen?"

“What else can make this worse?” Harry muttered.

"Of course!" Wood just finished, and he showed a frustrated expression. "McLorne is going to play, do you think this is not bad?"

Suddenly, the three girls took the smirk that was still on the face and put it on an incredible expression.

"Oh, no-" they almost all said in unison.