I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

"Harry!"

Hermione screamed straight out.

"Why are you here? Did you sneak out of school?"

"You learned to sneak?" Ron was also full of interest.

Harry didn't hide from them, but told Hermione and them about the Marauder's Map.

Even Lynn's prophecy to him was not an exception, because if he wanted to find out who Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs were, he would need Hermione's help.

"You shouldn't have run out like this! It's very dangerous for you outside the school! That wanted man Black is looking for you everywhere!"

"Stop nagging Hermione, Harry has already come out."

Ron hugged Harry's shoulders excitedly, walked out of the Honeydukes candy shop, and introduced him to the shops on the streets of Hogsmeade.

He had just been furious about George and Fred not giving the Marauder's Map to his own brother, but to Harry, and now he had completely forgotten about it.

Hermione was still chattering and persuading behind the two of them, trying to make Harry realize how dangerous it was for him to sneak out like this, but the two in front were like naughty bastards in the rebellious period, and they didn't want to listen to Hermione's words at all. .

"I'm going to tell Lynn! Don't forget that I'm a discipline committee member! I'm going to tell your brother Percy about this, and they should let you understand the seriousness of this matter!"

Seeing the two brats in front of her ignoring her, Hermione finally couldn't bear it and used her trump card.

"Come on, Hermione, Christmas is coming soon, and it should be our happy day." Harry blinked at Hermione.

"Yeah, if you expose Harry, how can he explain how he got out? Then that good thing will be discovered by the professor," Ron also chimed in.

Hermione stared at them with her arms folded.

"I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing to give that map to the professor."

"Are you crazy?" Ron said, "Why do you give such a baby to the professor!"

"If I hand it over to the professor, then Filch must know that George and Fred stole it. How should I explain it to them then?" Harry comforted Hermione, he knew what to do Soften Hermione's heart.

"But if you come out like this every day, someone will find out sooner or later! They know you're in Hogsmeade when you shouldn't be leaving school. And if Black shows up in front of us and catches you, what should we do?"

Hermione also tried her best to persuade Harry to let him go back by himself, after all, she didn't want to make a small report.

"Then he has to know that Harry is here," Ron muttered softly.

Harry begged: "Just one day Hermione, I'll be out this day, really, you don't know how boring I am in the castle by myself."

In the end, Hermione was persuaded by Harry and the others, and she stared at Harry.

"You said it yourself, only today."

Harry raised his hand.

"I promise!"

They first walked around the streets of Hogsmeade.

This is the first time Harry has come here, because it is close to Christmas, so holly wreaths are hung on the doors of every house, enchanted candles float on the snow-pressed trees, small huts and shops All covered with crunchy snow.

It made him feel like he had stepped into a Christmas card.

Harry came out very hastily this time, unlike Hermione and Ron who were both wearing cloaks and scarves.

Not long after he was outside, his nose was red from the cold, and he couldn't help shivering with his hands clasped around his arms.

"Let's go to the Three Brooms Bar and have some butter beer to warm up." Ron was also passive enough.

Although both he and Hermione were wearing thick clothes, they couldn't stand the extraordinarily cold weather today.

Ron's proposal was quickly agreed to by the other two.

They went into a little bar full of wizards and witches.

It was crowded and noisy inside, with warm smoke rising, and the three of them felt a sense of comfort as soon as they entered the door.

Ron looked fascinatedly at a witch who was taking care of the guests in the crowd, wearing high heels, with a marked face and a curvaceous figure.

"That's Ms. Rosmerta, the owner of this store, can I get some drinks?"

He blushed a little when he said the second half of the sentence.

They found an empty table at the back of the pub, and five minutes later Ron returned with three big butterbeer mugs.

"Merry Christmas!"

Just as Harry and the others were happily enjoying the warm beer, the door of the bar was pushed open again from the outside.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick walked in, followed by Hagrid and a well-dressed chunky wizard with a dark yellow-green top hat on his head.

Harry immediately hid under the table. If the professors, especially Professor McGonagall, found him sneaking out of the castle, it would be really over.

The wizard Harry also knew, and it was Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, who Mr. Weasley brought home and had a conversation with him before school started this year.

And their next conversation in the bar was undoubtedly a thunderbolt for Harry.

They talked about the relationship between Sirius Black and Harry's father, James Potter, but eventually betrayed the Potter family and sold their hiding place to Voldemort. The tragedy of the Te family.

They also mentioned Peter Pettigrew, but Harry didn't listen to it at all after that.

His whole mind was foggy, and he didn't recover from that state until after the professors and Minister of Magic Fudge left.

Harry didn't even know how he got back to the dormitory. He lay on the four-poster bed in the dormitory in a daze, staring blankly at the ceiling. He didn't hear what Ron said while sitting by his bed.

He didn't turn over until Ron left the dormitory.

He had photos of his parents when they got married, but he never knew that the best man standing next to his father was Sirius Black who had escaped from Azkaban and was about to kill him!

Had Black already surrendered to Voldemort when they got married?

Had he planned to kill his parents at that time?

Harry's heart was in turmoil now, and his whole body was filled with hatred that he had never felt before, and that hatred spread to his whole body in an instant like poison.

He finally figured out why Malfoy told him at that time that he was going to find Black himself.

They all know that only they have been hiding it from themselves!

In this way, until that night, when Harry was in a daze, Neville, who was in the same dormitory, suddenly broke into the dormitory, panting.

"Ron, Ron was attacked!"