Hogwarts Lion Girl

At this time, someone discovered that the fat woman in the portrait that was supposed to be hung at the door of the lounge, who always liked to command students and ask them to show their commands, was missing. Everyone searched along the mottled wall, and finally, they found her in the portrait at the other end of the corridor.

The Fat Lady hid in the corner of the picture frame like a frightened quail, her fat face full of horror, and she said in a trembling, shrill voice: "It's Blake! That terrible Blake! He, he broke into the castle!"

This sentence was like a bomb, exploding among the Gryffindor students.

"Blake? Which Blake?" stammered Dean Thomas, looking even more horrified than the Fat Lady.

"Who else could it be? Of course it's the murderer who killed thirteen people, Sirius Black!" Lavender screamed and grabbed Parvati's arm, as if this could give her a sense of security.

"Merlin's beard! He's a madman! Will he kill us?" Neville's voice trembled, his face was pale, and he held his wand tightly, but the hand holding the wand was shaking uncontrollably.

The entire common room was in chaos. Students were panicking and running around like headless flies. All kinds of screams and discussions mixed together, almost overturning the Gryffindor tower.

Harry felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and his breathing became rapid. Black, the murderer who betrayed and killed his parents, actually broke into Hogwarts? What was he doing here? Was he here for him?

Fear was like a cold poisonous snake, wrapping around his heart and making him feel suffocated. But he tried to stay calm, because now was not the time to panic.

"Quiet!" Harry yelled, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, "Shut up, everyone!"

Perhaps frightened by his rare strong tone, the common room gradually became quiet, and everyone looked at him, their eyes filled with fear and expectation.

"We need to stay calm now," Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Professor Dumbledore and the teachers will definitely protect us. All we have to do now is to follow their instructions."

His words seemed to have some effect, and the students' emotions calmed down a little.

"Yes, Harry is right," Hermione also stood up and said, trying to keep herself calm, "We can't lose our composure. Now, we should go back to the dormitory, lock the doors and windows, and wait for the professors' instructions."

"But, but..." Lavender wanted to say something, but was pulled by Parvati. She lowered her voice and said, "Stop talking, Lavender, let's just listen to Hermione."

The students stood up one after another and walked towards the dormitory, but the fear on their faces had not completely disappeared.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked at the end.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione looked at Harry worriedly. She noticed that Harry's face was paler than before, and his hand unconsciously clenched his wand.

"I'm fine," Harry shook his head, but his voice was a little dry, "I'm just... a little worried."

"I know," Hermione patted his shoulder gently, "but you have to trust Professor Dumbledore, he will protect us."

"I hope so," Harry murmured, but he felt vaguely uneasy.

The news of Black's intrusion was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and quickly spreading throughout Hogwarts. For the safety of the students, the professors had to give emergency orders, asking all students to carry their bedding to the halls of their respective colleges to sleep on the floor for centralized management. The ancient castle seemed to be shrouded in a shadow of panic at this moment.

At the same time, in order to hunt down Black who was lurking in the castle, the grim figures of the Dementors were allowed to float into Hogwarts. They glided through the ancient castle, and wherever they went, the atmosphere, which was already oppressive because of fear, became even more suffocating.

Everyone was busy moving their mattresses from the dormitories to the Gryffindor Hall. The air was filled with the smell of old wood and sweat. The sounds of moving objects and whispering filled my ears. While Hermione was helping Salina lay out the mattress, she lowered her voice and said, "My Crookshanks is gone."

Salina stopped what she was doing and saw that Hermione's brows were tightly furrowed, her face full of worry.

"I've looked everywhere, in the lounge, the dormitories, and the abandoned classroom on the eighth floor, but it's nowhere to be found!"

Salina comforted, "Don't worry too much, Hermione. Crookshanks might just be out having fun."

"But..." Hermione bit her lip and twisted her fingers nervously, "But it has never been away all night..."

Ron suddenly interrupted, staring at Hermione suspiciously, "My Scabbers is gone too! Your cat must have eaten it!"

"What?!" Hermione turned her head sharply, her eyes widening, "Ron! How can you say that! Crookshanks won't eat mice! He's a good cat!"

"Oh, really?" Ron raised his voice exaggeratedly. "A cat suddenly became a vegetarian? Come on, Granger! It might be licking its mouth in a corner right now, savoring the taste of Scabbers!"

"You!" Hermione's face turned red with anger. She stood up suddenly and pointed at Ron's nose. "You are slandering me! My Crookshanks would never do such a thing! Maybe it was the black dog that broke into the dormitory who did it!"

"Black dog?" Ron rolled his eyes. "Don't be silly, Granger! How can a dog eat mice? Cats are the natural enemies of mice!"

"You..." Hermione was so angry that she opened her mouth to refute, but was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, if you have extra energy, I don't mind letting you patrol outside the castle to see if you can catch Black." Professor Snape stood behind them, his black robes shrouding them like a shadow, his face showing the same mockery and disgust as always. "Of course, the premise is that you can ensure that you will not be scared to death by that 'cute' little mouse."

Ron and Hermione suddenly became quiet like chickens with their necks pinched. They shrank their necks in fear, not daring to speak anymore, and hid in the crowd in shame.

Harry looked at Hermione worriedly. He knew she loved Crookshanks very much. Now that the cat was gone, she must be very anxious. He patted Hermione's shoulder gently and whispered comfortingly: "Don't worry, Hermione, Crookshanks is so smart, it will be fine. Maybe it will come back by itself tomorrow morning."

Hermione managed a smile, but her eyes were still filled with worry.

It was late at night, and the Gryffindor students were all lying in their beds, but almost no one could really fall asleep. Fear and uneasiness spread in the air, and even the slightest noise would wake them up, and then they would prick up their ears nervously, fearing that it was a signal that Black had broken in.

Harry was also sleepless. He tossed and turned, the hideous face of Black on the wanted poster and the tragic death of his parents constantly appearing in his mind. Fear and hatred were like two poisonous snakes, tightly wrapped around his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.