Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 498, Section 496: He's looking for me.

The sound of conversation came from inside the door again. Sheehan listened silently and saw Harry press himself even closer to the door, trying to hear more.

"Okay, Arthur, you must think this is the right thing to do."

But you've forgotten Albus Dumbledore.

I believe that as long as Dumbledore is the headmaster, nothing at Hogwarts can harm Harry.

I imagine Dumbledore knew all this, didn't he?

“Of course he knew. We went to ask him if he agreed to Azkaban’s guards being stationed at the school entrance. He wasn’t too happy about it, but he agreed anyway.”

"Unhappy? Weren't they sent to capture Blake? Why is he unhappy?"

"Dumbledore didn't like the guards of Azkaban."

Mr. Weasley said in a heavy tone,
"To be honest, I don't like it either... but to deal with a wizard like Black, sometimes you have to team up with someone you would normally avoid at all costs."

"If they save Harry—"

"—Then I will never say a bad word about them again."

Mr. Weasley said wearily,
"Let's go, Molly, we'd better go upstairs and continue this conversation..."

Sheehan heard the sound of chairs being moved; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were clearly heading towards the aisle.

Sheen tapped his wand on himself, and he vanished down the corridor as if he had donned an invisibility cloak. Seeing Harry's stunned expression, he casually cast an illusion spell on Harry as well.

The door to the private room opened, and a few seconds later the Weasleys brushed past them. The stairs clattered, and they knew the Weasleys had gone upstairs.

"He's looking for me..."

Sheehan heard Harry muttering unconsciously as he stared out the window, as if Sirius were nearby.

“Sheen…”

Harry quickly turned his head, looking at Sheehan as if he had seen a lifeline, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Did you hear that, Sheen? He's looking for me..."

Harry remembered Sirius Black killing thirteen people with a single spell, remembered him as Voldemort's right-hand man, remembered Fudge not pursuing their spellcasting outside of school, but instead focusing on making sure he was being watched...

Sirius Black... his purpose is obvious.

The sound of waiters clearing tables and dishes came from the hallway. Harry snapped out of his reverie and looked into those calm green eyes, feeling inexplicably calmer.

The Weasleys clearly thought he would be terrified once he learned the truth.

But Harry happens to genuinely agree with Mrs. Weasley's view that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world.

Not only Sheen is there, but also Dumbledore.

People always say that Voldemort was only ever afraid of Dumbledore in his entire life, right?
Black was Voldemort's most trusted assistant, so he would certainly be just as afraid of Dumbledore.

And then there are the Azkaban guards everyone's talking about. They seem to strike fear into most people's hearts, and with them stationed around the school, the chances of Black breaking in seem incredibly slim.

but……

Harry still doesn't understand one thing: Sheehan said Black had ulterior motives and wouldn't hurt him, so why was that?
As Harry pondered this, he saw Sheen staring silently at a chair not far away, and then a small bottle floated over, wobbling gently.

It was Ron's rat tonic, which had been placed next to the chair the Weasleys had sat in.

Harry excitedly grabbed the bottle, then looked at Sheen, who nodded. The two quickly walked out.

As soon as you step outside, you can see Fred and George crouching in the shadows on the stair landing, laughing so hard they can barely breathe.

They heard that Percy was turning his and Ron's room upside down in search of his badge.

“We took it,”

Fred whispered to the two men, showing them the badge, “We’ve modified it.”

The words on the badge have turned into a big-headed ghost.

Sheehan noticed Harry's face twitching slightly; he was clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

With the rat stimulant, Justin and the others were finally able to separate Ron from his brother Percy.

Of course, everyone could see that Percy's expression wasn't good; after all, not everyone can be in a good mood while wearing such a ridiculous badge on their shoulder.

"Let's go..."

Ron covered his mouth and hurriedly ran out of the Leaky Cauldron. Once outside, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, which lasted until he reached the entrance of Flourish and Blotts.

The sunlight in Diagon Alley was golden, and people came and went, with all sorts of pets mixed in. By noon, the sixth cat had already climbed onto Sheen's shoulder.

Only after the blushing witch picked up the cat could Sheen speak to Professor Quirrell, who had just appeared and was in a hurry.

Sheehan stood outside Flourish and Blotts, while the young wizards excitedly ran inside, and even Harry temporarily put aside his bad mood.

"Professor, how's that matter going?"

Sheen asked softly.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Green, I can’t find him.”

Professor Quirrell, draped in a black robe, spoke tremulously.

"This is not your problem. If he is determined to hide, none of us will be able to find him."

Sheen frowned slightly.

“Vol... He is cunning and possesses strength that none of us can imagine, Mr. Green.”

"After so much time, that place has become his territory..."

Professor Quirrell looked flustered, glancing frequently at the crowded throng, before finally speaking slowly and deliberately.
"With his magic, I'm afraid even through that kind of method, he could... he could live... not only live, but he would also devise all sorts of schemes."

You must be careful, you absolutely must be careful. He will come back... If we are to... eliminate him, it certainly won't be in that forest.

You must know that he cannot die in that form. Even if we eradicate all evil... he will still have a chance to complete his evil plan..."

Quirrell said with a worried expression.

"Please continue your search in the coming days. If you encounter any problems, please contact me immediately through the Magic Hand Mirror, and I will have Tira accompany you."

Sheen said slowly.

He raised his hand and placed a Bowtruckle on Professor Quirrell's robe, and Tira naturally climbed into Professor Quirrell's pocket.

"Ah, ah..."

Professor Quirrell stared blankly at the little Bowtruckle, which was scratching at his arm with its knuckles.

"It likes you, and it will help you open the magic hand mirror if there is an emergency."

Sheen said.

"Oh, it likes me. Does that mean I'm doing a pretty good job?"

Quirrell said in a daze.

“You are facing the most dangerous danger, the most wicked evil, Professor.”

Sheen said seriously.

(End of this chapter)