"Black! Sirius Black! He's got a knife!"
"What?"
Harry instinctively looked down at his chest, the silver hourglass showed no change.
"Here! Just now! Stabbed the curtain with a knife! Woke me up!"
Ron's voice was still trembling.
"Are you sure you're not dreaming, Ron?"
Dean yawned and couldn't help but ask.
"Look at the curtain! I wasn't wrong, he was just here!"
Everyone was silent for a moment, then they hurriedly got out of bed, Harry was the first to rush to the dormitory door, they ran down the stairs, making a lot of noise, and behind them, doors were opening, and drowsy voices chased after them asking—
"Who's shouting?"
"What are you doing?"
They ran into the Gryffindor Common Room, where the dim embers cast a faint glow, the remnants of the party strewn about chaotically, but there was no one.
"...Are you really not dreaming, Ron?" Neville also questioned.
"I'm telling you, I saw him!" Ron seemed a bit calmer now, speaking very seriously.
"What's with all the noise?"
"Professor McGonagall told us all to go to bed!"
Hermione, along with several girls, came down from the stairs, wrapped in robes, yawning, similarly, the boys were also streaming in, soon the place was tightly packed, Percy was pushing through the crowd, pinning the Prefect badge onto his pajamas—
"Everyone go back upstairs!"
"Percy—Sirius Black! He was just in our dorm! With a knife! Woke me up!"
But Ron interrupted Percy's command, looking grim as he spoke.
The common room fell silent, followed by an uproar of debate.
"Enough!"
Professor McGonagall returned, slamming the portrait door shut, storming into the common room, looking around angrily, "I'm glad Gryffindor won the match, but this has gone too far! Percy, I expected you to handle everyone—"
"It's not something I approved, Professor!"
Percy said, chest heaving with anger, "But my brother Ron had a nightmare—"
"Not a nightmare!"
Ron shouted right after, "Professor, I was awake, saw Sirius Black standing by my bed, holding a knife!"
"Stop talking nonsense, Weasley, how could he possibly get through the portrait entrance?"
"Ask him!" Ron seemed a bit agitated, pointing with a trembling finger at Sir Cadogan's portrait, "Ask if he saw—"
Professor McGonagall looked at Ron skeptically, then pushed the portrait open, stepping outside, everyone in the common room held their breath listening.
"Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man into Gryffindor Tower?"
"But of course, noble lady!" Sir Cadogan responded loudly.
The interior and exterior of the common room fell into silence.
"You—you did?" Professor McGonagall asked puzzled, "But—but what about the password?"
"He had the password!" Sir Cadogan said proudly, "A week's worth of passwords, m'lady! Recited from a little slip of paper!"
Professor McGonagall crawled back through the portrait entrance, facing the stunned students, her face white as chalk.
"Who," her voice trembling, asked, "what idiot wrote down the week's passwords and left them lying around?"
In the silence, a trembling voice sounded, Neville Longbottom, as he fumbled through his pockets, slowly raised his hand.
...
"Go on, get back to bed!"
As chaos erupted in the Gryffindor Common Room, just having finished moonlighting as a Death Eater, William kicked the Weasley twins into the corridor one by one, glaring at their grinning faces, his tone not entirely friendly.
Damn it, just now, they were having a hotpot and singing, suddenly feeling something amiss, he thought his trap finally caught a big fish, but it turned out to be false alarm again!
Thus, he chose to let these little ones, who disrupted his lair, feel a taste of fear.
Fred was still lying on the floor drooling.
The two Weasleys, as if granted amnesty, gratefully turned to leave, but at that moment, a dark figure suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor.
Seeing the three approaching him, he turned and ran without hesitation—
"Who was that?"
George instinctively asked, just about to chase but was held by William, then frozen in place, William's voice was trembling, seemingly excited, "Big fish." He answered softly.
"What..."
George didn't wait for a response, William already rushed out, his wand lightly tapping, several red beams of light chasing the distant black figure. The cloaked shadow swiftly dodged, pulling a pink umbrella from beneath the cloak, the next moment, armor scattered across the hallway, their curses echoing incessantly.
Seeing the move ineffective, William wasn't anxious, instead flicking several white beams, then leisurely trailing after the man.
...
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office, already asleep for half a day, now deep in dreams, Lupin was suddenly awakened by a call. Looking at the white hummingbird hovering before him, still a bit dazed with sleep. But, hearing the voice coming from the hummingbird next moment, Lupin's drowsiness gradually faded—
"The fish is hooked."
William's voice was unhurried, offering Lupin no sense of urgency.
...What fish?
Lupin blinked a bit bewildered.
Then, he finally realized—
"..."
"?!"
Whoa, did Sirius really come? How did William just happen to bump into him?!
This guy's ruthless nature against black wizards... Though he does hate Sirius, secretly he hopes to hear him explain face to face, after all, if William really catches him, who he'll meet might not be Sirius Black...
But rather: Sirius/Bl—a—ck...
"Where are you now?"
With this thought, Lupin quickly jumped out of bed, not bothering to change clothes, urgently asking the Guardian God, the hummingbird.
"What? You want to catch up with him? Fine, I'll try to spare his life—"