[HP]Flower and Professor

Chapter 130 Seven: Black Appears... Appearing, Not Transforming~

The professors did not go far, and soon gathered in front of the Gryffindor doorway.A lot of students from various colleges also came, chatting and gossiping with each other.

Harry, Ron and Hermione also squeezed in. They had planned to attend the dance in the hall.

"Oh, Merlin." Hermione grabbed Ron's arm forcefully, pinching Ron for air-conditioning.

The doorway of Gryffindor was still tightly closed, and the original portrait on the doorhole was torn into pieces, leaving only a picture frame and a few pieces of broken canvas there, while the fat lady in the portrait was nowhere to be found.

"Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the fat lady on every painting in the castle." Dumbledore immediately gave instructions to Professor McGonagall, and Professor McGonagall nodded and turned around. ready to go.

"Ahaha, unlucky guy, you will be lucky..." A gloating voice came from above everyone's heads. It turned out to be Peeves, who always liked other people's frowns.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" Dumbledore asked Peeves, looking up.Seeing it was Dumbledore, Peeves immediately became more honest.

"Excuse me, Mr. Principal. She didn't want to be seen, she was torn apart, haha. I saw her running past the landscape painting on the fifth floor, sir, hiding among the trees, crying and saying terrible things." Peeves said happily, waving his hands.

"Poor thing," Peeves added, but there was nothing pity in his tone.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore continued to ask, and everyone listened with pricked ears.

"Say," Peeves replied airily, puffing out his little chest, "she won't let him in, and he's very annoyed, you know." Peeves grinned, "He's really bad-tempered, that's, Sirius Black."

After a pause of two seconds, someone started screaming, but Dumbledore quickly got it under control, and he ordered everyone to go back to the Great Hall.

Ten minutes later, students from other colleges also rushed to the hall, most of them were in their pajamas, in a daze.

Dumbledore briefly explained that all the students were required to make do with the night in the hall, and then Dumbledore asked the professors to close all the doors leading to the hall, the student chairmen were required to patrol the hall, and the prefects Stand guard at each entrance.

"You will need this..." Dumbledore waved his wand, and the long tables flew to the wall. The weird jack-o-lanterns in mid-air were all put away, and the debris on the ground disappeared. The purple sleeping bags are neatly placed on the ground.

"Sleep well," said Dumbledore, closing the door behind him as he went out.

There was an instant buzz in the hall as the students who had been at the Gryffindor scene were busy telling the other students what had happened.

"Everyone get into sleeping bags!" Percy Weasley yelled. "Quick, nobody talk! Lights out in 10 minutes!"

"Chick." Harry heard a voice not far away, he raised his head, it was Draco.

Draco had already dragged the sleeping bag to the edge where the two colleges met. Seeing this, Harry dragged the sleeping bag over as well, followed by Ron and Hermione.

"Harry, why are we sleeping here?" Ron was annoyed that Malfoy was sleeping next to Harry.

"Then you go over there, red hair, you are not invited." Draco said while packing his sleeping bag.

"You..." After being pulled by Hermione, Ron lay angrily on Harry's other side.

"What happened just now?" Draco whispered to Harry as he got into his sleeping bag.

"...It was Black. He wanted to break into Gryffindor's dormitory, but the fat lady wouldn't let him in, so he tore him to pieces." Harry whispered.

"Why did you tell him, Harry." Ron nudged Harry with his elbow.

"Lie down, Ronald!" Hermione was not happy that the Ron tree was so tall, she pulled Ron's arm, and Ron fell down heavily.

Hermione didn't understand how Ron could be so slow. Even she, who was so busy every day, noticed that the relationship between Harry and Malfoy had eased a lot since this semester. At least when they met every day, Malfoy would No more cynicism.Hermione thought it was a good thing.

"Did you say that Black is still in the castle?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"Obviously...at least Headmaster Dumbledore thinks so," Ron replied.

"Don't you all think about why and how he got in?" Draco still said in that sarcastic tone.

In fact, people around are discussing this issue.

"Perhaps he sneaked in, just emerged from thin air, you know," said a Ravenclaw a little further away.

"Maybe he has makeup on? Maybe he flew in, following the bats or the owls?" A few Hufflepuffs let their imaginations run wild.

Harry and Ron were considering these possibilities, but Draco was utterly unconvinced.

"A bunch of idiots," Draco sneered, "what do you think of Hogwarts? If you can get in so easily, can this castle still claim to be the safest building in Britain?"

"Yes," Hermione agreed with Drake's words, "Hogwarts has been cast with various spells, which are mentioned in "Hogwarts, a School History". People who are not from this school cannot enter at all Come on, what kind of makeup can avoid the dementors outside? Those guys are guarding the entrance, including all the secret passages, even if they fly in, they will be discovered, right? "

Now everyone is stumped, indeed, how did Blake get in?

"Lights out now!" Percy yelled. "I want everyone in their sleeping bags and stop talking!" As soon as he had finished speaking, all the candles were extinguished, and the moon on the ceiling was covered by dark clouds, and only the The ghost was still swimming around with pearly light.

"Be careful, Harry, he might be looking for you." Draco snorted like a mosquito.

"Maybe..." Harry wasn't sure, but he also felt that Black was looking for him.

In the dark corridor, Severus and Sansevieret carefully inspected. They didn't light up the lights, fearing that it would scare the snake, but when they turned a corner, they saw a bright light coming towards them.

"Ch...Professor Snape? And Sancivillier?" Remus asked in surprise, holding up a candlestick.

"Professor Lupine, why are you here?" Severus pulled Sansevier behind him, a move that made Remus' eyes darken.

"Hello~" Sansive Lit stuck her head out from behind Severus and waved her hand, which was regarded as a greeting.Sansive Lit didn't have any bad feelings towards the human part of Remus, she just didn't like the human wolf poison in Remus.

"Obviously, I'm on patrol." Seeing that Sunnyville was still willing to greet him, Remus was relieved a lot, and he raised the candlestick as a signal.

"You? Huh, I just hope that no one puts a criminal in Hogwarts because of some personal friendship." Severus didn't believe Remus at all, and he almost pointed his nose and said that Remus and West Reese is in the same group, not to mention that the human wolf didn't dare to go out just now, why did he come out when he said to search for Black?

"The important thing now is to find someone first." Remus knew that Severus would never believe anything he said, but he wasn't angry.

"Hmph!" Severus didn't bother to pay attention to this guy, lit a bright candle, and said something about patrolling, which was clearly a reminder to Black.Severus didn't say much, and pulled Sanciville Lit away.

Of course such a search would not find Black, who, I believe, would not have stayed in the castle if he had any brains.And in the next few days, all the little animals in Hogwarts found a topic of gossip, that is: Why did Black come in?

Sunnyville and Severus had also discussed in private about how Sirius got into Hogwarts, which was a bit strange.You know, dementors are not so easy to fool.

Dementors are different from ordinary magical creatures. They search for food neither by sight, nor by hearing, nor by smell.The dementors are looking for something more direct - the soul. To be precise, what they are looking for is the happiness, positivity, and optimism in the soul... which is commonly known as "positive energy".

Magical creatures also have souls, but not every magical creature can produce self-awareness. Without self-awareness, there will be no "positive energy". Therefore, the favorite of dementors is still human beings.

That being the case, how did Blake, who is also a human being, escape the capture of the dementors?Or, does he have a way to shield his soul?Or, does he have a way to make his human features disappear?Or maybe, in his consciousness, there is no "positive energy" at all, so it is completely unattractive to the dementors who feed on "positive energy"?

The natural world is such an amazing thing that it creates creatures as pure as fairies and as cold as dementors.

Dementors are forbidden to enter the castle grounds, including the Forbidden Forest, but the delicacy of the soul is attracting them.Humans may prevent them from entering their domain, but other magical creatures, they can't control so much.

Magical creatures naturally have their own set of methods to resist the dementors, but they cannot completely prevent the influence of the dementors on the cubs.So when the dementors wandered around the Forbidden Forest from time to time, the magical creatures near the edge of the Forbidden Forest had to temporarily move to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

After that it was up to Sansivelet and the other adult magical beings to use other non-conscious beings to build a barrier against the dementors on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.This exhausted everyone. After all, those tattered black robes were floating in the air. If it wanted to come down, it would be difficult for you to guess where it would enter.

Occasionally, Sansiveret would meet a big black dog with skinny bones and tangled fur, but every time Sansiveret wanted to go up to ask if it needed help, the big black dog would see it from afar. She ran away...

Sanciville Litt: =口=... What is the meaning of the horse, is she so scary...

This year's weather is not very good. The sky that was clear just now may become cloudy in a while, or it may be light rain or torrential rain, but it will clear again after a while.Perhaps it should be said that this is a typical British climate.

Probably because of the relationship with the dementors, many people (magical creatures) attribute the particularly cold weather this year to these black robes, and this hatred value is really good.

The author has something to say: PS: It is indeed well done.

Thank you Leng Yue leisurely Lei