Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Even though there were thousands of questions that remained unanswered, Hermione closed her mouth temporarily, took a deep breath of cold air, looked at the Whomping Willow in front of her, who was lazily waving its branches, and pulled out her wand with a solemn expression.

Apart from anything else, she knew the power of the Whomping Willow. Being able to pull Harry's broom into pieces was enough to show the threat of the Whomping Willow.

Although she had doubts about the bump that Soul pointed to that could quiet the Whomping Willow, Hermione used the Transfiguration Spell to conjure a little mouse and successfully touched the scar.

"Beautiful." Soul clapped, praised Hermione, and then stepped into the attack range of the Whomping Willow.

Hermione glanced at the Whomping Willow in fear and found that it was indeed motionless, so she chased after it.

"You should be able to do better than me, right? Why do you want me to do it?"

"Well...there are indeed some reasons. My magic power suddenly became a lot bigger, and it became less easy to control." Sur explained, "You know, the transformation spell needs to output magic power constantly. If the magic power is unstable, , the result will be an explosion..."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, looked at the dark tree hole behind the scar, and asked again, "How did you know there was a secret passage here?"

"Dumbledore told me." Soul naturally passed the blame to Professor Dumbledore. The Marauder's Map would still be thrown to Harry according to the plot.

After all, this is also one of Harry's father's relics, and this can be regarded as 'returning the property to its original owner'.

After "Lumos Maximum" climbed into the hole with Hermione, Soul naturally pulled out his wand and chanted the fluorescent spell. The transformation spell could not be used for the time being, but other spells could still be used.

It's just that--it's so powerful that it's a bit scary.

Hermione screamed and covered her eyes. Just when Soul used the fluorescent spell, the entire secret passage suddenly lit up, irritating Hermione's eyes.

"I can probably understand..." She wiped the tears that appeared in the corners of her eyes due to the stimulation of the light, and said speechlessly, "This fluorescent spell is the same as the flashing spell when you use it."

"I don't want to either." Suer said innocently, shaking the wand, letting the ball of light escape from the tip of the wand, and controlling it to float deep into the secret passage.

Now the brightness has finally returned to normal, and the dark secret passage is as bright as daytime.

"It's okay now, let's go." Suer took the lead and walked inside.

Going up and down, twisting and turning, we soon arrived at the end of the secret passage, in front of the wooden door.

"Can you tell me now who we are going to see?"

Su Er put his hand on the door and answered softly after hearing the words.

"Sirius Black."

"What? Who?" Hermione's eyes widened and she couldn't help but move forward to grab Soul, "You're crazy, that's a wanted criminal..."

Soul held Hermione's little hand and comforted her gently, "I know, don't worry, Hermione, it was Dumbledore who asked me to come to him."

"Blake escaped from Azkaban for a reason."

"I'll explain it to you later?"

Hermione hesitated and looked at Soul, "Is there really no danger? Everyone is saying that he did it for Harry...that time he tore up the Fat Lady's portrait, if not..."

"I sympathize with the fat woman's experience, but there is really no danger." Su Er replied firmly.

"Come on, you'll know in a minute."

The old wooden door was pushed open by Soul. He led Hermione into the room behind the secret passage with a boarded-up window. Hermione's other hand held the wand tightly, ready to give it to Black at any time. A heavy blow.

Although Su Er repeatedly assured that there was no danger, she always felt that she should remain vigilant. After all, that was a vicious criminal who blew up an entire street and killed dozens of people!

Soul walked straight ahead and crossed a broken plank that revealed the stone underneath.

"Squeak..." The only wooden door in the room was opened again.

The moment the door opened, a huge, black figure rushed towards her. Soul subconsciously stood in front of Hermione and raised his wand.

"Back the enemy three feet!"

A thick, red beam of light with a violent aura shot directly at the black shadow coming towards the face.

As fast as the black shadow rushed forward, it was as ruthless as it retreated. The crackling sound sounded the next moment.

Hermione poked her head out from behind Soul, only to see a big, thin, dirty black dog lying in the middle of the ruins with no idea of ​​its life or death.

"You still say there is no danger?" she said with lingering fear. "If you are bitten by this dog, do you have to go to the hospital for injections?"

Soul didn't pay attention to the small resentment on Hermione's face, but looked blankly at the wand in his hand, and then at the wooden floor beneath Black that was blown to pieces.

what is this?The enemy-repelling curse also has the effect of an explosion curse?

"I'm talking to you!" Hermione's voice sounded again.

"Uh... this is just an accident..." Soul chuckled and carefully put the wand back into the wizard's robe, "This black dog is actually a human. Animagus shouldn't be rabid, right? "

"You mean, this black dog is Black? He is an Animagus?" Hermione asked in surprise. "Since Dumbledore asked you to come here, why did he attack us just now?"

"I think he is worried that we are the Aurors who are here to catch him, right?" Soul found a reason to respond to Hermione, "Do you know the resuscitation spell? Hermione, I seem to be a little harsh."

"Unfortunately, I won't." Hermione shook her head and looked at Black, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead. "Isn't he dead?"

"It shouldn't be... right?" Suer smiled bitterly and carefully stepped over the broken board, "I'll go over and have a look."

Fortunately, although Blake's breathing was weak, his chest was still rising slightly.

"Huh..." Soul breathed a sigh of relief and motioned Hermione over, "He's not dead, he just passed out."

……

After a while, Blake groaned in pain. Severe pain spread from his head to his nerves, forcing him to wake up.

The pain in his chest convinced Blake that his ribs were definitely broken.

"He's awake!" A girl's voice rang in his ears. Blake managed to raise his eyelids and saw a little girl with astonishing hair pointing happily at him with a wand.

"Your method really works," she said.

Blake felt that the area above his neck was soaked, and the hair sticking to his skin made him feel uncomfortable.

"Of course, the best way to deal with a comatose person is a bucket of cold water." Another clear voice sounded, it was a boy.

Blake rolled his eyes blankly, staring at the worn ceiling.

After his mind went blank for a moment, the pain in his body suddenly revived his lost memory.

How did you fall into a coma?

Oh, I remembered. When I was resting in the living room just now, I heard voices and footsteps coming from outside the room. Out of vigilance, I launched an attack as soon as the door opened. My original intention was to scare away the intruder.

Unexpectedly, a thick red light came towards him.

What kind of curse is that?

It seemed like---Blake recalled the spell he heard before he fell into coma.

"The Enemy Repelling Spell? But is the Enemy Repelling Spell so... powerful?"