Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Harry, Harry!"

Harry woke up suddenly from his dream, his whole body seemed to be superimposed, and there was soreness everywhere, as if countless needles were pricking him.He had drank Madam Pomfrey's medicine to force him to sleep before, and no matter who fell from fifty feet in the air, it was not a good memory.

The room in the medical wing was pitch black, and the magic timer that moved on the wall was snoring soundly. Harry looked at the two heads lying on the side of his bed in surprise.

"Ron? Hermione?! Are you crazy and it's midnight?"

Forget about Ron, why would Hermione openly violate the school rules and come out for a night tour?

Harry struggled to reach out to the low table beside the bed to fumble for his glasses, only to find that the expressions of his two good friends were frightening.

"Hey, you... I mean, what's up, it looks like you just saw Voldemort."

Obviously Harry made a completely unsuccessful joke, Ron shuddered and Hermione turned even paler: "Hush, Harry! Quick, get up, and come with us!"

Harry moved his legs, sweating all over from this movement, watching Ron hurried over to take his hand in a puzzled way, resisting the pain and asking in a low voice, "What's going on, you..."

"There's no time, Harry, listen!" Hermione whispered in an unusually serious manner, and spoke as fast as possible: "Sirius sneaked into Hogwarts again tonight, just Half an hour ago, he broke into the portrait in the Gryffindor lounge on the eighth floor..."

"Merlin!"

"Hercules? It was the snake you were talking about, because it was drawn by Slytherin and there was a powerful black magic on the frame, so Sirius couldn't get in, but he recognized the painting, and now the whole Gryffindor knows." Ron had a bitter face, and all the Gryffindors shouted that this is impossible, this is too impossible, and continued to ask him if he was joking or if he ate Snape's wrong poison.Ron watched Harry's mouth grow wider and wider, full of complaints, but Hermione pushed him back.

"Okay, Ron, the portrait of Slytherin and the snake drawn by Slytherin are not the point! Harry, Sirius has escaped! He is looking for you!! Although I still don't know what he used Ways to sneak in and hide under the noses of so many professors at Hogwarts, but one thing is clear, Harry, you are dangerous!"

"He killed my parents!!"

Harry held Ron's hand tightly, with an expression of anger and hatred: "I overheard it in the Three Broomsticks last time, and I told you that he betrayed my parents and brutally killed them." lost their mutual friend!!"

"Harry, it's not safe here if..."

Hermione was impatient and threw the parchment in front of Harry's eyes: "You need this now, you must take this with you everywhere!"

Harry froze for a moment, looking down at the countless clustered dots above.

"The Marauder's Map?"

"Yes!" Hermione drew out her wand and tapped on the parchment, and "Siris Black" and "Remus Lupine" were impressively floating on the two stationary points in the corridor above.

"Professor Lupine?"

"Sirius fled when he found that he couldn't open the door to the lounge. Professor Flitwick who rushed over passed out, and Professor Lupine chased after him alone..."

"Don't be stupid, Ron! It doesn't make sense to fight for so long." Hermione tapped the parchment with her wand, almost gnashing her teeth anxiously, "Professor Lupine is in the middle of every month." To be sick, he also said that he is a friend of Harry's parents, and Professor Snape taught us lessons, don't you remember anything?"

"Even if it's possible for him to know Sirius, what does it matter if he's sick?"

"Oh—Merlin!"

Hermione pressed her forehead with a headache, and suddenly screamed:

"No, Professor McGonagall is walking this way! Ron, hide!"

The two rushed into the inner room in a hurry, and after a while, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the door.

The storm outside didn't show any sign of stopping, and the dark room was particularly haunting. If Hermione hadn't said it was Professor McGonagall, Harry would have taken out his wand and pointed it at the door.

The door opened.

Originally, he just wanted to check the safety of the medical wing, but Professor McGonagall did not intend to wake Harry up. After gently opening the door, he saw a pair of green eyes looking over with panic, and suddenly looked over in surprise: "Mr. Potter ?”

"Professor McGonagall, I... I mean, what can you do at this late hour?"

Professor McGonagall's serious expression was slightly relaxed:

"Mr. Potter, although you lost the Quidditch match to Hufflepuff, the most important thing you should do now is to take a good rest, not—"

She glanced disapprovingly at Harry's thrown quilt and his right leg leaning over the side of the bed.

"Professor." Harry was thinking of reasons in a panic, trying desperately to conceal the traces of Hermione and Ron's presence, "It hurts too much, you know... I can't sleep a little bit."

After Professor McGonagall heard this, an uneasy smile appeared on his slightly relaxed expression.

Still a child, a 13-year-old child, at an age when he should worry about winning or losing Quidditch, but he had to face such terrible dangers.But because of this, he couldn't tell him everything. Even if the danger was imminent, as a professor, as his dean, no matter how worried he was, he had to smile.

Let him continue this kind of life, because maybe such a simple school life will not last long.

"I can ask Professor Snape and Professor Sprout for leave tomorrow on your behalf."

The door was closed again, and it took a long time before the hanging woolen curtain was lifted a little. Ron carefully stuck his head out: "Professor McGonagall is gone?"

"gone!"

"Huh!" Ron's face became even more bitter, "You are so lucky that you don't have to take that old bat's class tomorrow..."

"How many times have I told you, Ron, Professor! Professor Snape!! Why don't you understand?"

Ron made an expression of "It's over, she started again", and then carefully studied it with the Marauder's Map: "According to our plan, this place is very unsafe. If Sirius finds this place—who is this? Peter. Pediru, which academy, why have I never heard of it, do you recognize...Harry?!"

Ron watched in surprise as Harry snatched the parchment from his hand, and was immediately frightened by the unbelievable surprised expression on the other's face.

"Harry?" Hermione realized something was wrong almost instantly, and called out tentatively, "You know him?"

"Peter Pettigrew! They said, my parents' friend, the one who was killed by Sirius." Harry tugged at his already messy hair in a bit of confusion: "Why did he appear in my dormitory with Ron? Li? No, isn't he dead?"

"Slytherin's name can appear on this map, why can't Peter Pettigrew..."

Ron was interrupted by Hermione before he finished speaking:

"No! Ron, where did you open the map, the dormitory? Did you see this name exist at that time?"

"You're kidding, Hermione, there are Neville and the others in the dormitory. Harry and I have never used a map in the dormitory. As for the question you asked, just kidding, can I see a living person? What else do you want?" Map! Don't stare at me, Harry, there are no such things as portraits in our dormitory, don't you know?"

"But Neville and the others didn't move at all, either they didn't notice it, or—"

Hermione bit her lip and said:

"They can't see this man at all!"

"Hermione?!"

"This way!" Harry pointed to the parchment, "Salazar Slytherin's name appeared in the headmaster's office...Merlin!!"

The three children stared dumbfounded at the two black dots that also entered the principal's office at the same time, and there were two names floating on it - Sirius Black and Remus Lupine.