A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"I don't know...but Fred and George said that no one has ever walked on it, and this road disappeared at the edge of the map..." Harry tried hard to recall the news he had seen from the Marauder's Map, but he was still alive. The dot map fell into the hands of Professor Lupin a long time ago, and Harry could remember very little about the information on the map.

They quickened their pace and pressed on, bending almost beyond their limits.The passage seemed endless and felt at least as long as the one to Honeydukes.

Harry could only think about Ron and what the big dog would do to Ron...

He had not forgotten Professor Trelawney's words in the first Divination class of the school year. She said that Harry would see an ominous omen - a big black dog.

Does this mean that the big black dog will do something bad to Ron and Harry?

Harry had been convincing himself that Professor Trelawney was just an old liar and that she didn't know anything about prophecies, but during the final exam this afternoon, her 'prophecy' made Harry a little scared.

She didn't look like she was pretending.

"So, the mysterious man...will he really make a comeback?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione vaguely heard what Harry said, but she didn't hear it clearly.

"It's nothing." Harry kept silent. He quickened his pace and ran forward faster, which made him breathe harder because he was running forward bent over...

Then the tunnel began to rise.A little further forward, the tunnel became winding. Although Ron was not seen, Harry could already see a blur of light through a small opening.

Harry and Hermione stopped, took a breath, and moved forward from the side.Both held up their wands to shine their light on the road to see what lay ahead.

It was a house, a messy house. Although the wallpaper had fallen off the walls, it could be seen that it had been cleaned again. The floor was very bright, but every piece of furniture was damaged, as if someone had beaten it. It was so bad that the windows were boarded up.

Harry glanced at Hermione. She looked exhausted, but she nodded to indicate she was okay.

Harry forced his way out of the cave and looked around. There was no one in the room, but a door on the right was open, leading to a dark passage.Hermione suddenly grabbed Harry's arm again, her big eyes scanning the boarded-up windows.

"Harry," she whispered, "I think we're in the Shrieking Shack."

The Screaming Shack is an abandoned house in Hogsmeade. For many years, villagers have thought it was haunted because of the screams coming from inside. In fact, it is also a very famous haunted house in the UK.

Harry looked around, and his eyes fell on a nearby wooden chair. A large piece of wood had been torn off the chair, and one of its legs was missing.

"A ghost wouldn't do such a thing."

Hermione said slowly, as if aware of Harry's gaze.

At this time, there was a creaking sound overhead, and something seemed to be moving upstairs.

Both looked up at the ceiling, Hermione raised her eyebrows at Harry, nodded again, and the two climbed out into the living room as quietly as possible.

Climb the stairs that could collapse at any moment.

Gently tracing the table with her fingers, Hermione looked at it in the moonlight.

"Someone has always lived here," she said softly, her gaze unusually firm.

Because both she and Harry understood why the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore could not find any trace of Sirius Black, because he had been hiding under their noses!

Yes, who would suspect that Sirius Black is hiding in the haunted house in Hogsmeade?

Who would have known that the hole underneath the Whomping Willow connects to the Shrieking Shack?

The truth seemed to unfold before their eyes in an instant.

Sirius Black traveled between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts through this passage.

"Knox (the goddess who manages the night in Greek mythology and is the fluorescent canceling spell)." The two of them muttered together, and then the light at the ends of the two wands disappeared.

Only one door was open, and as they crept past, they heard movement behind it: a low groan, then a wail of agony.

It was Ron's voice. His leg was broken and he was dragged so far by the big black dog. He must be in great pain.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances. If they guessed correctly, the big black dog should be Sirius Black's pet, and he didn't know where he was at this time.

They must use this short gap to rescue Ron - they have no way to deal with a vicious dark wizard. Even if they have studied in the dueling club, they don't think they can defeat Sirius Black.

Harry tightened his grip on his wand and kicked open the door.

A luxurious four-poster bed, the curtains around the bed are old and faded.Ron was on the floor, clutching his leg with a look of pain on his face.

Harry and Hermione rushed to him.

"Ron—are you okay?"

"Where did the dog go?"

"That's not a dog," Ron groaned, clenching his teeth due to pain and sweating on his forehead, "Harry, this is a trap..."

"what--?"

"He's the dog...he's an animagus..."

Hermione gasped, but before she and Harry could explain what an animagus was, Ron's eyes suddenly became sharp and he stared in the direction of Harry's shoulder.

Harry immediately realized the danger and turned around quickly.

Snapped.

But the man in the shadow had closed the door behind them.

A thin, hollow middle-aged man stood there. He looked much better, compared with his photo in the newspaper.

But this is definitely not good news for Hermione and others.

"Expelliarmus!" he croaked, pointing Ron's wand at them.Harry and Hermione's wands flew out of their hands and flew high in the air, and were caught by Black.

Then, Black took a step forward. He stared at Hermione, "Hermione Granger, a disciple of Mr. Edward Rumple, right?"

"That's right," Hermione said, puffing out her chest bravely.

"I know you will definitely come back to help your friends." He said hoarsely, turning to look at Harry, "You are so brave, like your father... you did not go to the teacher, I am grateful... this way things will be much easier. …”

Black's words seemed to irritate Harry, making the hatred boil in his chest so that there was no place for fear to dwell.

For the first time in his life, he longed for the wand to be back in his hands, not to protect himself, but to attack...kill.