Because they had stayed in the Room of Requirement for too long, after being reminded by Qiu and Kanna, they hurried towards the auditorium.

"I can't believe we missed the Halloween party."

Fred walked quickly in front, muttering as he walked, "Pumpkin pie... fried pork chops... grilled meat pie..."

"Shut up, Fred." George, who was following closely behind him, said unhappily, "I wasn't hungry at all just now, but now I feel like I can eat a whole cow."

They quickened their pace and soon reached the end of the corridor.

Just turn this corner and walk a short distance ahead, you will find the stairs. Then you can follow the stairs all the way down to the auditorium.

At this time, Fred, who was walking in front and the first to leave the corridor, suddenly stopped and asked, "Wait, is the dinner over?"

"How is that possible..." Kanna said, "The party has only started for ten minutes, and it's still a long way from ending. Are you too hungry?"

"Then why has someone come back?" Fred asked, pointing forward.

"What?"

The others quickly walked to the corner, then turned their heads and looked in the direction of his finger.

Not far away was a staircase, and further ahead, a dark figure was standing in front of a huge portrait.

The light was dim, so they couldn't see the figure clearly, but they recognized the painting.

Portrait of the Fat Lady, also serving as the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

"How strange, who is this?" George said subconsciously: "He's full in just ten minutes..."

Before he could finish his words, the Fat Lady in the portrait let out a scream so loud that it almost pierced one's eardrums.

"You are that Sirius Black..."

“Shh!”

The figure raised his hands and began to tear at the Fat Lady's portrait like crazy.

"Let me in...he's in there...let me in!"

His voice was a little strange, hoarse and dull, as if squeezed out of his throat, sounding more like the growl of some animal.

"What did the Fat Lady just say…He's Sirius Black?"

Fred seemed to have just reacted, but his movements were not slow, and he drew out his wand immediately.

"Obviously." Cedric did the same, staring at the dark figure in front of him as if he were facing a great enemy.

The other party also noticed the movement here and turned around abruptly.

A beam of light shone on his face...

His dirty, messy hair hung down to his elbows, his eye sockets were sunken, and his waxy white skin was stretched tight over his cheekbones, making him look like a skeleton covered with skin.

"It's really Blake!" Fred became even more nervous. "He looks exactly like the portrait in the Daily Prophet."

After hearing his words, Blake grinned like a wild beast about to go mad.

"Fainted!"

"Imprison quickly!"

"Everyone is petrified!"

…

Without any hesitation, Cedric and his companions used their best spells at the same time.

Five different colored lights flew straight toward Blake.

But the other party's reaction was just as quick.

While several people were chanting spells, Blake had already dropped to the ground on all fours, and with a strange movement, he nimbly dodged all the spells.

Then he still maintained this posture, using both hands and feet, and quickly escaped from the other side of the corridor.

"I'll go after him, you guys go to the auditorium and inform the professor!"

Kyle said without turning his head: "I dealt with the dark wizard Oren in my first year, so I have experience..."

Maybe because he was too anxious, Kyle knocked over a suit of armor when he ran out, which just blocked Fred.

Because of this delay, when Fred looked up again, Kyle had disappeared on the other side of the corridor.

"Wait, it's too dangerous for you to go alone..." Fred shouted.

But Kyle didn't stop.

After leaving the corridor and walking through a few more hallways, he soon saw Blake.

The other party lifted up a tapestry with a picture of a fire dragon and was about to go into the passage at the back.

"stop!"

Kyle threw out a spell that exploded in Blake's ear.

He originally wanted to use this method to force Blake to stop and tell him something, but the other party ignored the spell that was so close to him. Not only did he not mean to stop, but he sped up and got into the passage, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

This is a shortcut to the fourth floor, and the exit is in an empty classroom.

This time Kyle didn't chase after him, but just looked into the passage.

Blake was obviously a little too nervous and just wanted to leave the castle as soon as possible. He probably wouldn't listen to anything you said at this moment.

But explaining would be a waste of time, and other people might come over before I even finish my words.

"Kyle..."

What you say will come true.

Kyle had just put down the tapestry when Fred, George, Cedric and Connor ran over panting.

"Why are you all here?" Kyle turned around and asked, "Why don't you go to the auditorium to inform the professor?"

"What nonsense are you talking about...How could we let you deal with Blake alone?" George said dissatisfiedly.

"Qiu has gone to the Great Hall," Cedric said.

"You ran too fast just now. We had to ask Peeves to find your location... Where's Blake..."

"How are you?" Kanna walked forward nervously and asked, "Are you not hurt?"

"No," Kyle said, "but Blake ran away and I didn't catch up."

"Even you couldn't be caught up?" Fred asked in surprise.

To be honest, they had only thought about whether Kyle would be in danger when facing Blake alone, but they never thought that he would be lost.

Kyle has been making maps of Hogwarts for four consecutive years and knows every path in the castle like the back of his hand.

Is Blake so amazing... how could he escape? "No way..." Kyle shrugged, "He seems to be very familiar with the castle and can always find the most suitable escape route. When I chased him nearby, he disappeared."

"Oh, yes, Black also graduated from Hogwarts." George suddenly thought of something: "I remember that the Daily Prophet said that he was also a Gryffindor. He must be very familiar with the eighth floor."

Fred accidentally saw the tapestry with a dragon on it and said thoughtfully, "Do you think he could have been from..."

"So you're all here..."

A familiar voice came from behind, interrupting what Fred was about to say.

Everyone turned around.

Professor Dumbledore was standing not far behind them, and no one noticed how he appeared, as if he had always been there.

…

(End of this chapter)