At night, deep in the forbidden forest.

A big black dog ran desperately, his lungs were about to explode. The shapes of the trees in the dark forest became fierce and fierce. He crossed a stream in the woods and turned around to look behind him alertly.

The terrifying three-headed dog did not chase him.

He collapsed on the ground and stretched his body. He saw a corner of the moon, which had just passed the full moon. He didn't know how his old friend was doing now, and he didn't know if he would take out his wand and hit him hard when he saw him.

But he did consider taking advantage of the day when his old friend transformed, kidnapping him and telling him the truth.

But unfortunately, the Shrieking Shack, which he always remembered as lively, became particularly deserted, with a thick layer of dust and no signs of use.

"Maybe I am the only one who remembers it."

He thought, this might be the reason why the Whomping Willow passage was not blocked.

But even if it was blocked, it would not affect him. He knew many secret passages, and the one-eyed witch on the fourth floor of the castle was his best choice, but it led to Zonko's Joke Shop, and there were too many customers.

The Dementors in Hogsmeade patrolled day and night. He took a look from a distance and ran away quickly.

He didn't dare to take risks. There might only be one chance. This was not school, not a fight with those little Death Eaters, this was war. He told himself to be patient.

But he didn't know how long he could hold on. In the past, someone would remind him and tell him not to be impulsive, but now he was alone.

Just like some time ago, he couldn't hold back and slipped to the edge of the Quidditch field just to take a look at the boy with messy hair. Like his father, he had a strong urge to rush out at that time. He was almost driven crazy by this feeling.

He didn't know whether the information that he was an Animagus had been leaked. His old friends had seen him transform too many times. Just like he could recognize the despicable rat at a glance, his old friends would definitely recognize him at a glance.

Maybe, at this moment, the spies of the Ministry of Magic each had a photo of the black dog.

But they would definitely not recognize themselves now. The black dog climbed up, looked at the reflection in the stream, and made a low whirring sound, which sounded like a smug laugh.

In the water was a large, skinny dog. The shape of the skeleton was very clear, and the black fur was tangled and knotted. It looked like a stray dog.

Maybe he could go back to Diagon Alley and look through the trash cans or something... The black dog swallowed his saliva. No, he had to be careful.

The dog went to the stream and drank a few sips of water. His stomach twitched. His eyes kept looking at the stream, trying to see if there was a small fish passing by, or a small shrimp. But he was undoubtedly disappointed.

'I can't become a human. I have appeared in Diagon Alley, so I can't appear in other places, especially near Hogwarts. 'He thought.

That night when it was raining heavily, the opportunity was too good. He couldn't help but try to sneak into the castle. The portrait wouldn't care about him. He was just a pet of a little wizard, or a playmate that Hagrid found for his dog.

By the time a professor found him, it would be over.

But the buzzing sound at the gate of the castle made him flee. He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was an alarm?

He had seen a lot of such things when he was a child.

It must have been Dumbledore who did it. He knew Nick Flamel.

Dumbledore...

The big dog's eyes lit up, and then dimmed silently.

He hates me! He thought I was a traitor!

But I did kill James and Lily. I am indeed the murderer.

The black big dog's mind kept jumping, and it was difficult to form a complete thought. He began to think of the three-headed dog he met today.

He had seen it from a distance in Hagrid's hut. At that time, it was only the size of a coconut. Hagrid was playing the game of picking up the hat with it, and even the hound next to it could easily knock it down.

But just over a week later, the little thing that could be slapped away by his slap grew to the size of a door panel. This is definitely magic!

He heard Hagrid sobbing, and he said that he shouldn't be so selfish and should let it run freely in the Forbidden Forest.

Damn it! The three-headed dog ran towards him. If he had known, he shouldn't have lent the motorcycle to Hagrid.

After so many years, it should have been scrapped long ago.

It is also possible that it was released? He saw a tattered car deep in the forbidden forest. He thought it was abandoned and planned to get in to sleep. Even if it was broken, it was much better than the wet ground. At least there was a mat.

But the car turned on its lights and almost made him dizzy. The car hit him and he fled again...

Half an hour later, the big black dog accidentally found a mouse hole. Haha, today is my lucky day.

After a good meal, he had strength again and could last at least two more days.

He lay on the ground and began to think. The big dog's form could not allow him to think carefully. He was unwilling to call his name, but just recalled familiar faces.

After a while, he thought of the big ginger cat, a smart guy. Although he was a dog, he found that he liked cats.

Cats can catch mice openly.

Through it, he learned a lot of information. First of all, the mouse was next to the boy. Thinking of this, he became irritable.

The big black dog began to count his ribs. This was his new way to stay calm. One, two, three... thirteen pairs of ribs in total. The last one is the shortest and thinnest. Most people can't find it, he thought proudly.

He finally calmed down.

Don't worry for the time being... Mouse is a coward. I saw it when I was in school. Every time there was a group fight, he would hide behind and attack.

And that snotty guy, and his snake-like students, danger is everywhere, he is isolated and helpless.

The big black dog got up, looked at the direction of Hogwarts from a distance, turned around and left to the other side.

He was going to go to a Muggle town, where there was not much danger, he could sneak into the Muggle house to find something to eat.

White soft bread, fresh and delicious vegetables, and of course, meat.

The big black dog's saliva flowed down crazily.

He ran slowly, which was the most labor-saving way, and he had just discovered it recently. It was not like this before, he always ran in the front.

The sky was getting light, and the big black dog quietly slipped into the nearest small house painted red. He liked this color.

There was no TV in the room, which was even better. He didn't want to see the news that he was called a dangerous fugitive.

The big black dog's nose kept twitching, and he turned and ran into the kitchen. He saw a snow-white cat. It was too tender and not smart at first glance, he thought.

He ignored the angry cat and took a large piece of ribs from the kitchen. Before leaving, he patted the white cat's head, leaving a dirty paw print.

He walked out of the small house and quietly left with the meat in his mouth. On the way, he saw two short middle-aged men looking around. They discussed in a low voice-

"Are you ready to pick a house to start with?"

"Not sure yet, this town is too poor, how about changing places?"

"No, just find one."

Then, they saw a big black dog slowly walking out of the shadows. It was skinny, bared its teeth, and looked at them fiercely.

"Run!"

The big black dog watched them disappear, and his mood became happy. He howled happily. The barking of dogs in the town continued, and the lights of several houses came on.

"Damn it, I did something stupid again."

This place couldn't stay any longer, so the big black dog went back into the bushes, picked up the ribs and left quickly.