[HP]Helen Pan

Alexander would be very fast if he really ran.It took about an hour to walk from Gryffindor Tower to Hagrid's cabin, but it only took Alexander about 2 minutes to get there.

Hagrid's cabin was soaked in the twilight at this moment, and looked a little bleak.The chimney that usually emits a curl of cooking smoke stands on the roof, and with the mountains and trees that are silhouetted in the distance, it creates a feeling of desolation.The executioner in the black hat was sitting outside slowly sharpening his scythe, while Buckbeak was crawling in Hagrid's pumpkin patch, silent and motionless.

I saw the side face of Professor Dumbledore from the window. He was talking and laughing with someone. I have to say that this made me inexplicably relieved.

"Professor!" I slid off Alexander's back, overtook the executioner and almost ran to the door and slammed on Hagrid's wooden door.

After a while, the door opened.

It was Hagrid who opened the door.

"Hey! Helen, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be coming out at this time!" Hagrid seemed to feel that I had violated the school rules and wanted to cover me up. He deliberately blocked his body in front of me, separating me from the house. "You shouldn't be here now! Go back!" He lowered his voice.

Just when I was about to explain to Hagrid, I suddenly heard Michael's voice in the room.He said, "Professor Dumbledore, please believe that the reason why we came here to find you in violation of school regulations is because we have encountered problems that only you can handle."

"Hagrid, let the little ones at the door come in, please? Let me see what I can do to help them." Professor Dumbledore's gentle voice sounded immediately.

Once inside, I cast a quick glance at Michael, who was giggling behind Dumbledore, and saluted Minister Fudge.Fudge didn't look very good at first, but he still managed to grin at me.Then I hastily took out the strange piece of parchment from my pocket, "Professor! Although I don't know what it is, I want you to take a look. Those dots on it, look at Harry How close are they to Sirius! They are in Hogsmeade now! And that guy named Peter Pettigrew appeared on it. Shouldn’t he have been sacrificed already?” I looked at Dumbledore tentatively Lido, at the same time I felt Michael standing next to me and gently tugging at my robe.I think since he didn't mention the prophecy, I'll hide this part for him too.

"What?" Dumbledore frowned. He quickly pulled out the parchment from my hand, and then pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, with a very serious expression.After Fudge heard my words, his sleepy eyes suddenly brightened. He hurried to Dumbledore's side, took out his monocle from his pocket to see clearly, but Dumbledore took the parchment Together, he said formulaically to Fudge, "Connelly, I don't think I can accompany the execution here. You must know that some of my students may be in danger now." After speaking, he strode toward Go to the door.Hagrid stood at the door with a dazed expression for a moment before he shook his big furry head, and followed Dumbledore out as if he had just reacted.

"Mr. Minister, Sirius Black is a fugitive wanted by the Ministry of Magic, why don't you go and have a look?" I asked tentatively.

Fudge covered his mouth with his hands and coughed a few times, then straightened his stomach and said vaguely, "You're right, ahem, I really should go and have a look, and when I find this guy, let the dementor give it to you." Kiss him!" As he said, he shook his cloak and strode out.

Michael made a face at me, "Things are much easier now. With Dumbledore around, Harry and the others should be safe."

"How did you come in just now?" I frowned and asked back, remembering that he had already entered the house when I was outside just now, shouldn't he be behind me?

"Hmm!" Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced at me lightly, then waved his hands and said, "I walked around to the back door while you were talking to Hagrid, and then pushed the door straight in!"

"Oh." I nodded, just as I stepped out of the room, I saw that the executioner had already raised the sickle in his hand, and I rushed over and tore off the hat covering his face.Under the mask was a tall and thin man, and he was looking at me in surprise, with a hint of anger on his face.I reached for his scythe and said loudly, "Now the Minister of Magic is going to catch a fugitive who killed seventeen people, and you are here to fight a beast?"

"Sir, don't you think this is an opportunity to show your bravery and loyalty?" Michael said immediately, pointing to Buckbeak in the pumpkin patch, and then said with a smile, "It might be a meritorious career to follow the minister now." Think about it! When you catch an important fugitive in front of the minister, you will be promoted and rich.” As he spoke, Michael rounded his watery blue eyes, and he looked at the executioner. The expression was his usual witty gesture.

The crook glanced at us with the sickle in his hand, and then looked at Fudge and the others as they drifted away. There was hesitation on his face, and then he resolutely dropped the sickle in his hand, pulled out his wand from his pocket, Quickly followed up.

"We..." I looked at Michael tentatively, "shall we follow and see?"

"Oh! Why not?! That sounds exciting!" Michael was gearing up, his face full of irrepressible excitement.

Michael and I exchanged glances, high-fived, and scrambled back onto Alexander's back to keep up with Dumbledore.You must know that apparition is not allowed within the scope of Hogwarts, so the headmaster walked quickly.

"Do you think they'll let Buckbeak go now?" Michael asked quietly, sitting behind me.

"I don't know, but I've tried my best. Maybe after catching Sirius, everyone will forget about Buckbeak when they're happy." I half-turned my head and answered in a low voice in Michael's direction.

"I hope." Michael suddenly patted me on the shoulder, "Look! Dumbledore and the others got into the tree hole of the Whomping Willow!"

I turned around quickly, and saw Dumbledore, Fudge, and the executioner bending over and crawling into the tree hole one by one.But as soon as they entered, the crazy Whomping Willow began to wave its branches again, and the whistling wind stopped in people's ears, which was very shocking.

"How do we get in?" I turned around and looked at Michael in difficulty, but he slid off Alexander's back with ease, and then bent over to find a wooden stick and a stone on the ground.

"I saw it in the library in the common room in Ravenclaw. Just press and hold a scar on the Whomping Willow to stop him." He said, and took out the Weasley Brothers from his pocket. Sticky glue, spread it evenly over the stone, and he put the stone in my hand.Michael twisted his waist exaggeratedly to make a baseball swing, no, it should be said to be the posture of a Quidditch batter, "Hurry up! Let me see if I feel right!"

"I said we're going to save our friends! Can you be serious?" I complained to him while throwing the stone in my hand.

Michael swings and hits one.

The Whomping Willow, who was arrogant and crazy just a moment ago, suddenly seemed to be pressed by someone.

"It's so handsome!" Michael threw the wooden stick in his hand aside, and then jumped up excitedly on the spot.

"By the way! Helen..." Just as we entered the tree hole one after the other, Michael who was walking in front suddenly turned his head, and he whispered to me, "A friend of a friend is not necessarily a friend. So, Harry They're not my friends."

"So what are you doing here now?" I asked back, raising my eyebrows in disbelief.

Michael looked me in the eyes, then grinned childishly, gave me a hand, and said cheerfully, "Exploring! I think this is weird, and if possible I'd like to know the world All the truths in the world!" As he spoke, he took a few quick steps forward.

We met Dumbledore and Harry and Sirius in the hallway under the damp decaying tree hollow.But the atmosphere was as tense as I had thought it would be, with Dumbledore and Fudge standing quietly, listening to a strange man in rags.The man was hidden in the shadow of the aisle, so that people could not see his face clearly, only that he had a beautiful and deep outline.

Michael and I moved closer to hear better.Dumbledore glanced back at us, but didn't blame us.The old man with the white beard smiled at us lovingly, his sly blue eyes seemed to say - I knew you two restless guys would follow.

Harry stood next to the strange man, smiling and waving at us, looking so relaxed that I wondered.And Lupine and Ron are holding a short man who looks a bit like a mouse on the left and right, and Snape, who was thrown into the air by the levitation spell, makes me unclear about the situation.

We didn't realize it until the man had finished talking.The real murderer of the murder more than ten years ago was Peter Pettigrew. He not only killed seventeen Muggles, but also betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort!But after that, he actually turned into a mouse named Scabbers, hiding from everyone's sight, sneaking and hiding in Ron's house for so many years!But the innocent Sirius Black, for the trumped-up charges, endured the blame of everyone and stayed in Azkaban for more than ten years!

Dumbledore was obviously as shocked as we were, and Fudge was trying to find any holes in Black's words, but Peter Pettigrew was standing right in front of him.

Iron-like facts allow no one to quibble.

"Wait! You said Peter Pettigrew is also an Animagus?" a silent Michael suddenly said.

"Indeed." Sirius interfaced.

"Then why don't you turn him into a mouse and put him here?" As he said, Michael pulled out a small and strong wire cage from his cloak as if conjuring, "It's easy for him to turn into a mouse and escape if he is tied up like this Turn him into a mouse and put him in a cage, and he has nowhere to escape, and if he wants to become a prototype, the wires on the cage will strangle him alive." Michael handed the cage to Black, and then turned back to Deng obediently. Bullido smiled like a model student.

"That's the cage I put the mouse in, but unfortunately my mouse is gone." Michael bit my ear softly, "The crystal ball told me that the cage would be useful, so I'll throw it away later."

Michael, you jerk!

It is obviously much more convenient to carry a small cage than to tie a large living person.Our group quickly returned to the entrance of the tree hole.I was the first to go out of the hole, but before I had time to stretch my body, I turned back quickly and panicked, blocking the crowd that was about to come out.

"What's wrong?" Michael looked surprised by my going back and forth.

"It's a full moon today." I said cautiously, looking around for Hermione's eyes.And she immediately looked at Lupine beside her.I remember Hermione told me that Professor Lupine might belong to a werewolf, and a werewolf would lose its mind and become a beast on a full moon night.

"Oh..." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, he turned his head and glanced in Lupine's direction, and then he held the cage in his hand and said to Fudge beside him, "Dear Connelly, I think we need to go to the office quickly and have a good discussion about Peter Pettigrew." Then he looked back at Harry and the others, "Boys, you are all injured, go to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing quickly, and Black Sir..." Dumbledore thought for a while, and then suggested, "Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey to clean the wound first, and then come to the headmaster's office to talk to us." Then, Dumbledore walked to Harry They drove them out behind them, leaving Lupine alone.

When I lay back on my bed in the dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, I couldn't help but let out a huge sigh of relief.

"It's been a long day!" I whispered to Ginny in the next bed.

The red-haired girl smiled softly, and then replied, "Fortunately, today will be over."

"Yes! Today is about to pass!" As I said that, I raised the corners of my mouth and laughed.

Turning over, outside the bright and clear glass window is a full moon like a silver plate, and the cold light spills into the room, turning it silvery white.There were a few howling wolves faintly in the distance, I pulled the quilt higher to cover my head, and fell asleep peacefully.