v3 Chapter 76： Here Comes Sirius

This Patronus Charm greatly affected Tom's mentality, and he suddenly fell into confusion and confusion: Why? Shouldn't it be? These two words lingered in his mind, and he was in a state of confusion until the herbal class began.

And Hermione's mentality was even more complicated. On the one hand, she kept telling herself that there are specialties in the art industry, everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, and it is impossible for anyone to be proficient in all spells. But on the other hand, she still inevitably fell into a low mood.

After class, Tom walked towards the auditorium with a walking cadence. In the last class, his performance was terrible. He accidentally dropped a bowl of beans from Bubble Pods on the ground in the greenhouse. Countless beans were blooming in front of the little wizards, making the greenhouse become full of flowers. Like the greenhouse, Professor Sprout was very unhappy, and he kept teaching behind Tom for the second half of the class. When the bell rang, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief: it was finally over.

He shuffled along with his classmates, Hermione behind, she took off her wizard robe and tied it around her waist, wrapping it like a little skirt, and covering it with the hem of her white shirt. Paired with black over-the-knee socks and school shoes, it looks like a lazy feeling, and the golden time-turner flickered on her chest.

"Exposed," Tom turned to see the golden switch in front of the white shirt, so he pointed to Hermione at the exposed switch.

"It's not a big problem," Hermione shook her head, but she put the converter in her shirt and kept it close to her. "Let's go to the auditorium for dinner first."

"it is good."

"This dress is very beautiful."

Hermione didn't answer. The two were speechless along the way.

Tom even had a doubt in his heart: Does he really like Hermione? Or are you just greedy? Do you like this person or the name Hermione? If Hermione wasn't as pretty, as smart, as kind as she is now, would he still like her?

But if these beautiful qualities are lost, is Hermione still Hermione?

Tom felt numb, and even regretted trying to learn the Patronus Charm. But he didn't realize until the dinner table that Hermione's appetite wasn't very good either.

"Aren't you hungry?" Tom cut a fat and thin piece of beef and put it on Hermione's plate.

"Yeah." Hermione stared at the beef on the plate in a daze.

Tom was silent for a short two seconds, then came up with a good idea.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a dish I just learned." Tom changed his mind and left the auditorium early. Hermione was a little confused, but she followed along.

"Where did you learn new dishes?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"In the book," Tom said with a little joy in seeing Hermione's mood changed slightly, "you go to the Room of Requirement first, I'll be there in a minute."

After a while, Hermione saw Tom carrying a small package at the door of the Room of Requirement.

"Come in!" He turned back and forth outside the wall three times, opening the Room of Requirement. This time the house inside is an open-plan kitchenette.

...

While all the teachers and students were enjoying the food, the fat lady, the janitor of Gryffindor House, was hanging her voice. The fat lady is a portrait of pursuit. She is not willing to be a "goalkeeper". She also has a dream: to be a singer.

For this reason, she trains every day, which makes the little wizards extremely distressed. Because in the process of her hanging her voice, even if you have a password, you can't enter the common room. To make matters worse, her dangling voice was more like being executed...

As a reasonable portrait, Mrs. Fat also knows that her voice has billions of defects, so she will try to choose when there is no one to practice, such as lunch and dinner time.

Today's dinner time is when she hangs her voice. The fat lady was holding a goblet in her hand, and she was struggling to make a high pitch, and the portraits around her covered their ears in pain.

But after a few seconds, the fat lady was defeated, holding the picture frame with one hand, panting, while the goblet in her other hand didn't even break open.

"Come again!" She took a deep breath and started again, when a male voice with exhaustion, hatred and a hint of madness rang in her ear.

"Please help me open the door..."

"Someone!" The fat lady was a little flustered, seeing that it was impossible for her to shatter the goblet, so she took the cup and knocked on the picture frame, and the cup shattered into slag.

The fat lady used this method to hide her ears and steal the bell to her heart. She looked at the person and asked, "Password?"

Only then did the fat lady have the time to carefully observe the appearance of the visitor. Unlike the regulars of Gryffindor Tower, the person who came was actually a familiar adult wizard, with tattered robes, tangled hair, and the whole person was skinny and skinny.

There was a hint of vigilance in Madam Fatty's heart, but she said that a thousand words and 10,000 were just a portrait, so no matter how suspicious the person was, as long as he reported the password, Madam Fatty needed to open the door for him.

"Ah... password... dragon liver?" The person who came was Sirius Black, who finally sneaked into Hogwarts and came to Gryffindor Tower according to his memory. He knew that the rat was raised by Ron Weasley, so he just had to go into the lounge and kill Peter Pettigrew while Ron was away.

Thinking of Peter Pettigrew about to fall into his hands Sirius shivered with excitement - this has been his spiritual support for so many years. Unexpectedly, he was finally stuck on the password link. Sirius' expression gradually became fierce...

"The password is wrong." The fat lady breathed a sigh of relief. Since the password was wrong, she didn't need to open the door, and she could keep this sloppy guy out of the door. As for forcing? That is impossible, the wall behind the mural is quite solid.

"Please ma'am, I have something very important to settle in," Sirius was still making his last attempt, but Mrs. Fatty was said to be incapable of food and salt. .

Finally, a fierce look flashed in Sirius's eyes.

The fat lady thought she had solved the problem, and was about to take another goblet from the drawer of the small table beside her when a shadow fell over her portrait.

She looked at the source of the shadow, only to see a pair of eyes that were almost irrational. The fat lady's body was like a chaff, and even those small eyes were completely opened. She wanted to shout and ask for help, but she didn't have time to make a sound.