"We are in the stands after all." Ron shivered, "You are the closest to those guys."

Harry looked at the team members who were holding their brooms, leaning against the wall, and looked like they had lost half their souls: "Then we should care more about them."

Wood looked up blankly, vaguely feeling that Harry was talking about him, but his head and ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear clearly.

"Come on, I have something to say." Harry pulled Hermione's hand and led her to the corner of the passage.

Hermione blushed.

Ron followed subconsciously, took two steps, then stopped when he thought of something.

Wasn't it a bit inappropriate for me to go there at this time?

Hesitantly, he turned and walked over to George, waving his wand and giving them water to warm them up.

"What do you want to say?" Hermione lowered her voice and became shy.

Harry took out the Marauder's Map and flicked his wand: "I suspect Sirius might come to Hogwarts at this time."

Hermione was stunned.

The map expands.

Sirius' name was running fast, even faster than Dumbledore, and he took advantage of the chaos to slip away from the door openly.

"He's really brave." Hermione also noticed this scene, her face turned red, and after a while, she blurted out these words.

"You can say it straight. Only a fool would dare to do that." Harry glanced at Crookshanks and Hedwig who were patrolling the Gryffindor Tower. He put away the map and rolled it back into the Sorting Hat. "It looks like he didn't go to the castle."

Hermione was stunned: "He's not looking for Peter anymore?"

"At least not today." Harry's tone was a little complicated, "He might..."

"As a godfather, I simply want to see how my godson performs on the Quidditch field."

"You know, my dad was once an excellent member of the school team."

Hermione nodded. She suddenly understood Black very well.

"Taking such a big risk." Harry shook his head and sighed.

Hermione corrected him in a serious tone, "No, I think it's worth it for him."

Harry was stunned.

"He persisted in Azkaban for thirteen years," Hermione continued, "all for your father, for you. Only by seeing you could he strengthen his belief in continuing to persevere."

Harry nodded: "I know, he is my dear godfather."

Hermione smiled.

Harry added: "But that doesn't conflict with the fact that he's brainless and impulsive."

Hermione's smile froze.

Harry raised his hand and placed it on Hermione's forehead: "You must not be infected by him."

"Thank you." Hermione smiled reluctantly.

Professor McGonagall hurried in and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the people in the locker room: "Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, so you are here."

"I clearly remember that you guys were here, but I didn't see you just now, so I thought..."

Ron immediately apologized: "Sorry, Professor McGonagall, we did this because of Harry."

Professor McGonagall nodded, "I understand. I care about my friends."

As she said that, she turned her head and looked at the other team members: "Mr. Wood, how do you feel?"

"Not bad." Wood shuddered. "Professor, why did the game end? Because of those Dementors? Do we have to have a rematch..."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, somewhat helplessly: "Mr. Wood, Potter caught the Golden Snitch. Two hundred to forty, we win."

"Oh, yes, Harry." Wood turned around in a trance and looked at the wizard who was not affected by the Dementors. "That lion Patronus is Harry's."

"Go back and have a good rest." Professor McGonagall shook her head and said sternly, "What happened today is too dangerous for you. Go back and have a good rest and celebrate."

They returned to Gryffindor Tower under the escort of Professor McGonagall.

In the lounge.

The little wizards were still chattering about what had just happened on the court.

It was not until George and Fred drank several cups of hot chocolate, regained their spirits, and started arguing loudly that the topic in the common room gradually shifted away from the disgusting creature and turned back to the victory over Slytherin.

Wood was forced to give away several bottles of whiskey.

The young wizards enjoyed a night of drinking.

Percy was very unhappy about this. He should celebrate, but he shouldn't be so unbridled. Sirius Black was still outside. If he broke in at this time, he would be able to take down the entire lion's den.

He only drank two glasses and then sat at the door of the lounge, not daring to relax and keeping vigilant on duty.

Harry didn't drink much, only half the bottle.

When everyone in the common room was drunk, Percy moved them all back to their own dormitories. Harry and the others took this opportunity to leave the common room and head towards the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor.

There will still be duel training tonight.

Before Professor Porter started the class.

Miss Granger was the first to raise her hand and ask, "Can we learn the Patronus Charm?"

"Of course." Harry nodded, walked to the window and looked into the distance, "The Dementors are outside the school now, and they are very dishonest."

The wind and rain were so strong that even he couldn't see too far.

But he didn't need to see clearly, he knew Dumbledore's character very well. The old man who locked himself in the cell no longer had the courage to lift the shackles.

He couldn't drive away the Dementors.

Ron recalled the feeling he had on the court today, his heart tightened, and his face turned pale again.

"The Patronus Charm is very simple." Harry patiently repeated what Snape and Dumbledore had taught him, chewing on it more carefully and adding his own understanding.

"In fact, it is similar to the funny spell."

"Emotions are the most important. Now, close your eyes and recall your happiest memory."

They both closed their eyes and tried to recall.

Ron soon broke into a smirk and Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Think again about what you value most and want to protect." Harry said softly, slowly guiding.

Ron frowned.

A trace of panic appeared on Hermione's face.

"Come on, chant the spell, Patronus." Harry whispered again.

They both chanted the spell at the same time.

Ron's heart was a little confused, and his wand exhaled a thin silver-white mist.

Hermione was slightly better, but the silvery-white mist was only a little thicker.

They both opened their eyes and looked at the mist.

"Very good." Harry applauded them. "But there are some questions. Ron, you seem scared?"

Ron was startled, then nodded heavily: "I...I close my eyes, and whenever I think of happy things, or something I want to protect, I always think of him."

Voldemort possessing Ginny.

That transformation was as powerful and irresistible as a python.

Those words, like knives, still cut into his heart until now.

"Why should you be afraid of him?" Harry comforted him, "Tom Riddle, a half-blood who claims to be a descendant of Slytherin..."

Ron was dumbfounded and exclaimed in surprise: "He is mixed-blood?"

Hermione was also surprised: "Isn't he... a purist?"

"He's a half-blood, and Riddle isn't a wizard's last name." Harry nodded. "Although I haven't asked, his mother might have a very twisted love. Last time the topic was brought up, he couldn't control his emotions."

Ron opened his mouth, and something seemed to be breaking in his heart.

"He is also a man who relied on his beauty to get ahead." Harry continued, "Professor Dumbledore and I have confirmed that he used his looks to seduce an old woman who was at least fifty or sixty years older than him."

"He also hooked up with a lady who was at least eight or nine hundred years older than him."

Ron tilted his head back, eyes full of disbelief: "How, how is this possible..."

Hermione rubbed her cheeks and stammered, "I've never heard of a witch who can live to be eight or nine hundred years old. The oldest witch seems to be Madame Flamel."

Ron's eyes became even more broken, and he looked at Hermione in horror.

Not only did the mysterious man hook up with a grandma who was much older than him, he also hooked up with a married woman?

"No, no, no, it's not Madame Flamel." Harry shook his head, "It's a ghost lady."

Ron swallowed hard.

This doesn't seem to be any better than hooking up with a married woman.

This person has such a strong taste that even ghosts dare to attack him?

"It's very likely that his biggest hobby when he was a student was sneaking into the girls' bathroom," Harry continued in a light tone.

Ron bit his lip and stared.

"He only bullies those who are weaker than himself." Harry looked into Ron's eyes. "Look at that dark magic item of his. Who did he pick on?"

"Even a second-year wizard doesn't dare to go up to him. He will only bully a little girl who has just entered school."

"And then find Lockhart, who may be even worse than you are now."

"The magic he cast on his name will only make those with weaker magic power than him fear him. It will have no effect on those who are stronger than him."

At this point, Harry paused, and his tone became firm: "Ron, are you afraid of a pervert who relies on clinging to old ladies and sneaking into the girls' bathroom?"

The horrible image in Ron's mind gradually distorted. He said in a strange tone, shaking his head: "No, I don't think I would."

Harry struck while the iron was hot and waved his hand: "Then do it again."

Ron closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and recalled the things that made him happy, the things he had to protect, and the responsibilities he had to shoulder even though he was the youngest boy in the Weasley family.

He chanted a spell.

"Expecto Patronus."

Thick silver-white mist gushed out and lingered around him.

"Isn't that great?" Harry nodded. "Look, you're not afraid of him at all."

"He's just a pervert. I won't do that." Ron gritted his teeth, his expression firm. "A Voldemort who only knows how to sneak into the girls' bathroom."

He suppressed his body's reaction and tried hard to spit out the name.

Ear.

He seemed to hear a "click" sound, as if some shackles were breaking.

Harry looked at Hermione, "As for you, Hermione."

"I think I don't have enough faith." Without Harry's guidance, Hermione had already concluded, "I'm not fully prepared. Let me try again."

She took a deep breath, strengthened her inner thoughts, and chanted the spell.

A thicker fog than before surged up.