Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 90: Torn portraits

　　 "Let me pass, please." It was Percy's voice, and he walked out from the crowd with pride.

　　 "Why are you stuck here? You guys don't always forget the password... Sorry, I am the chairman of the Boys Student Union, please let me know."

　　 The crowd calmed down, starting from the front, so it was like a cold wave, spreading all of a sudden in the corridor.

　　 Immediately afterwards, they heard Percy’s voice suddenly sharpened: "Who is going to invite Professor Dumbledore! Hurry!"

　　 Everyone turned their heads, and the one standing at the end stood on tiptoe.

　　 "What's the matter?" Ginny probably stayed in the auditorium for a while, just arrived now.

　　 After a while, Professor Dumbledore arrived, and he hurried towards the portrait of the fat lady.

　　The students at Gryffindor House huddled together to let him pass. Harry, Ron, and Hermione leaned closer, trying to see where the trouble was.

　　 "Oh, my God—" Hermione seemed to see clearly, and she screamed while pinching the sleeve.

　　 The fat lady has disappeared from the portrait. The portrait has been maliciously damaged. The canvas fragments are falling everywhere on the ground, and the large canvas is completely torn away from the frame.

　　 Dumbledore glanced quickly at the damaged painting.

　　"Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the fat lady on every painting in the castle—"

　　 "You'll be lucky!" a hoarse voice said suddenly.

　　 That is a puppet who loves to make fun of people. He is jumping on top of the crowd, very happy-he has always been like this when he sees scenes of destruction and sadness.

　　 "What do you mean, Pepy?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

　　 Pippy’s mocking smile faded a bit—he didn't dare to laugh at Dumbledore.

　　 So he turned to a slick tone, which sounded better than the hoarse voice.

　　"Sorry, Mr. Principal... She didn't want to be seen, she was messed up. I saw the landscape painting she ran across the fifth floor, sir, she was hiding among the trees, crying and saying something' Terrible things'." Pippi said in a happy tone.

　　 "...Poor thing." At last he added a sentence, but there was nothing in it to pity others.

　　 "Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

　　 "Oh, yes, the professor." Pepy Ghost said, "She wouldn't let him in-he was very annoyed, you know." Pepy Ghost was tossing in the air, from between his own legs Grinning at Dumbledore.

　　"He has a bad temper, Sirius Black."

　　 Soon, Professor Dumbledore asked all the students of Gryffindor House to return to the auditorium. And ten minutes later, the students from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin also came, and these students looked confused.

　　 "The teachers and I will conduct a thorough search of the castle," said Professor Dumbledore.

　　At this time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick closed all the doors of the auditorium.

　　 "For your own safety, I think you may be staying here tonight. I ask the prefects to stand guard at the entrance of the auditorium, and the boys and girls student union chairpersons stay in the auditorium to take charge of management."

　　 "Report anything to me immediately." Dumbledore added this to Percy.

　　 Percy immediately put on a look of pride of "I am an important person" when he heard it.

　　 "Find a ghost and give me a message." Dumbledore added.

　　 And when Dumbledore passed by Maca, he said softly, "Maca, please come out with me."

　　 He was about to leave the auditorium with Maca, but he stopped as if thinking of something.

　　 "Oh, yes, I think you will need—" Dumbledore waved his wand at random, and the long tables flew to the edge of the auditorium and lined up neatly; another wave, it was on the ground. Covered with hundreds of purple sleeping bags.

　　 "Sleep well." Professor Dumbledore said, opening the door and going out, Macca followed closely and closed the door.

　　 Outside the door, Dumbledore was standing on the edge waiting for him.

　　 "Professor, what's the matter?" Maca asked.

　　 "This time someone broke into the school and destroyed the portrait of the fat lady. This is very dangerous for the students—" Dumbledore said, "I think you and those eight-eyed giant spiders in the forest Very familiar, can you help me search the forest?"

　　 Maca was taken aback when he heard it. After finishing his thoughts, he replied, "Professor, you really know everything...Of course, why not?"

　　 "I don't know everything," Dumbledore winked at him. "I only know what I know...Professor Hagrid will go with you."

　　 Not to mention how surprised Hagrid was when he learned of the friendship between Maca and Aragog, it was only natural that all the searches tonight had returned without success.

　　 In Blake's decisive style, he left the secret road under the beating willow as early as after Maca and Luna had returned.

　　 For this, Dumbledore didn’t feel disappointed—he just made sure that the intruder did not stay in the school, which was already very good, and ruled out the danger hidden in the school—this is what The most important thing right now.

　　 In the next few days, everyone in the school talked about rumors about Black.

　　The story about how he entered the castle became more and more mysterious—a student named Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff College heard that Blake could be transformed into a flowering shrub!

　　 At their next potions class, she spent a lot of time telling this to everyone who would listen to her.

　　 And the ruined portrait of the Fat Lady has been removed from the wall, replaced by the portrait of Sir Cadogan and his fat gray pony.

　　 In fact, no one is happy about this.

　　Sir Cadogan spends half of his day challenging people or asking people to fight him; the other half is spent pondering ridiculously complicated passwords, one day Among them, he had to change his password at least twice.

　　 "He is crazy," Seamus Finnigan said to Percy angrily, "Can't we change people?"

　　 "Other paintings are not willing to do this job," Percy said. "They were all frightened by what happened to the fat lady... and Sir Cadogan was the only one who came forward."

　　 However, Harry wasn't worried about Sir Cadogan.

　　 Now he is under close surveillance-the instructors found all kinds of excuses to walk with him in the corridor, Percy Weasley followed him everywhere, like a very energetic guard dog, this is mostly Weasley The lady asked him to do this.

　　 The worst thing is that Professor McGonagall called Harry into her office, the restless look on his face made Harry think that someone must have lost his life.

　　 "There is no need to lie to you, Potter," she said seriously, "I know this will be shocking to you, but Blake—"

　　 "I know he is chasing me," Harry said wearily, "I heard Ron's father tell his mother. Mr. Weasley works in the Ministry of Magic."

　　 McGonagall seemed very surprised. She stared at Harry and said after a while, "I understand! Okay! So, Potter... Then you understand why I think you practice Quidditch in the evening. Isn’t it a good idea? On the court, there are only your teammates around. You are very exposed, Potter—"

　　 "We are going to have the first game on Saturday!" Harry was furious, but he had to force himself to remain calm, "I must train, professor!"

　　Professor McGonagall looked at him steadily.

　　 Harry knew that she was extremely concerned about the future of the Gryffindor team, after all, she first suggested that Harry be the seeker.

　　 He waited, holding his breath nervously.

　　 "Hmm..." Professor McGonagall stood up and stared at the Quidditch stadium outside the window, which was faintly visible in the rain.

　　 "Okay... God knows, I would like to see our team win the trophy at last... But anyway, Potter, if there is a teacher present, I will be a little bit happy-I will ask Hooch Madam to supervise your training."

　　The first Quidditch game is approaching, but the weather is getting worse.

　　Under the supervision of Mrs. Hooch, the Gryffindor team trained bravely, and they worked harder than before.

　　 Then, during the last training session before Saturday's game, Captain Wood brought bad news to his team.

　　 "We don't compare with the Slytherin team!" He told them angrily, "Flint came to see me just now—we are going to compare with the Hufflepuff team~IndoMTL.com~why?" The other team members asked in unison.

　　 "Flint's excuse is that the injured arm of their seeker is not healed!" Wood said, gritting his teeth angrily, "but they did it for obvious reasons, they just didn't want to play in this weather , They think it will destroy their chances—"

　　 All day long gusts and rain, and while Wood was speaking, they heard the rumble of thunder in the distance.

　　 "Malfoy's arm is okay!" Harry said furiously, "He is pretending!"

　　 "I understand, but we can't prove it." Wood said painfully. "We have been practicing with Slytherin, and now we are playing against the Hufflepuff team. Their style It’s quite different. They have a new captain and seeker Cedric Diggory—"

　　Angelina, Alia, and Katie suddenly giggled.

　　 "What's wrong?" Wood asked—he was annoyed by this carefree behavior.

　　 "He is the tall and beautiful boy, right?" Angelina said.

　　 "The strong one who speaks less!" Katie followed.

After 　　 said, they began to giggle again.

　　 "Let's laugh!" Wood suddenly shouted, "There is more bad news here. Would you like to listen to it?"

　　 "What else can make this worse?" Harry groaned.

　　 "Of course there is!" Just after Wood yelled, he showed a frustrated expression again, "McLean is going to play, do you think this is bad?"

　　 Suddenly, the three girls put away the smirk still hanging on their faces, and all put on an incredible expression.

　　 "Oh, no—" they said almost in unison.