Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 513 Harry's Dream

Chapter 513 Harry's Dream

In the dormitory, Siren packed his things, took off his robe, changed into his pajamas, and prepared to go directly to the station to catch the Hogwarts Express after waking up the next day.

However, he did not wake up the next morning as he had expected. Instead, he was awakened in the middle of the night by a slightly urgent knocking sound.

When he opened the door, he saw Harry and Ron in their pajamas, with Harry looking at him anxiously.

At this point, Siron thought he had overslept and missed the Hogwarts Express's departure time, until he subconsciously looked out the window.

The outside was not yet fully lit, presenting a serene dark blue hue, like a huge, soft velvet curtain.

This means it's definitely not five o'clock yet, and there's still a long time before the Hogwarts Express departs.

"Harry, you guys—"

Before Siren could speak, Harry said urgently, "Siren, can you check if Sirius is still at school?"

Although he didn't understand what had happened, seeing Harry's anxious look, Siron nodded and took out the Marauder's Map from a hidden compartment in his suitcase.

"I solemnly swear that I have not done any good deeds."

The ink stains spread out like a spider web, quickly covering the entire parchment.

Siron skillfully located the Defense Against the Dark Arts office—Hogwarts didn't have a fixed dormitory for teachers; whether it was the headmaster, the dean, or other professors, they all lived in their own offices.

Sirius had seen where he lived; it was inside the office, and his bedroom was just across the door. It was a bit bigger than the student dormitory, but the style was similar.

To Sirius's surprise, the location of Sirius's office on the Marauder's Map was empty; there was no one inside.

"He's not here." Siren turned to look at Harry and noticed that he had become more nervous and his body had begun to tremble slightly.

"What happened?" Xilun asked.

"I had a dream—" Harry took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"I dreamt of Sirius Black—he appeared before me, struck by a curse, he was in great pain, struggling desperately on the ground—"

Harry suddenly clutched his head, seemingly in great pain just recalling that scene, and even staggered out into the hallway to vomit.

Xiren opened the window.

It was winter, and the wind in the early morning seemed to carry frost, but it was just right for Harry.

A gust of wind, sharp as a knife, rushed in through his collar, and Harry shivered. At the same time, his mind, which had been foggy with fear, cleared up considerably.

"I'm going to find Professor McGonagall!" he said.

"Harry," Ron hesitated, "you—you're just dreaming—maybe you've just done too much Divination homework."

Harry didn't know how to explain to Ron that it wasn't an ordinary dream. He had seen it, just like the previous times, and he could clearly feel that he had used the Cruciatus Curse on Sirius.

Every time he realized this, he felt as if a pair of scalding hot tongs had been stuck into his forehead.

This made him decide to leave without hesitation and immediately ran downstairs outside, with Ron following closely behind.

Xilun glanced at the time; sure enough, it wasn't even five o'clock yet.

Although it was still early, he was no longer sleepy after being woken up, so he simply followed the two of them out of the common room.

Sirius seemed completely unhurried, calmly following behind as Harry first ran to Sirius's office door, knocked for five minutes without receiving any response, and then hurriedly ran to the Transfiguration office.

They ran into Filch on the way—which was normal, since Harry's knocking was loud enough to be heard throughout half the castle, it would have been strange if Filch hadn't come.

Harry, in his haste, had no time to waste with Filch and forced his way past him, even kicking Mrs. Lorris, who was following behind, away.

Mrs. Lorris probably never expected a student to be so brave. It had helped Filch commit evil deeds for so many years, and even though everyone hated it to the core, no one dared to actually lay a hand on it, at least not in front of Filch.

Because if someone does that, Filch will really fight them to the death. Nobody wants to be watched by Filch all day long, including Fred and George.

So when Harry kicked at her, Mrs. Lorris made no attempt to dodge. By the time she realized what was happening, the cat was already flying through the air, spinning like a sandbag before crashing to the ground.

For Mrs. Lorris, the kick didn't actually cause much real harm—cats are naturally agile, and with Tom's help, their resilience had been greatly enhanced, so even if they were kicked, it wouldn't hurt or itch.

But Filch doesn't think so.

"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!" He seemed to turn completely red, shouting furiously at the spot where Harry had disappeared, "Expulsion! You just wait—I'll make sure the headmaster expels you, you lawless bastard!"

Unfortunately, Harry didn't hear it at all, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't have cared.

As for Ron and Cyren, who were with him, they took advantage of Filch's attention being on Harry and tacitly went around to the other side.

Although it's a bit far, it's better than being bothered by Filch. At this point, Filch is like a rotten dung beetle with a hole in it, exuding an unpleasant aura; it's best to avoid him.

When they arrived at the Transformation Classroom, the lights were already on.

Professor McGonagall, dressed in a tartan dressing gown, was listening to Harry describe the scene he had witnessed.

"That really is Sirius Black. He's been hit by my Cruciatus Curse. He's in a lot of pain. I saw it—"

"What? You saw that?" Professor McGonagall's eyebrows furrowed.

"I can't explain it clearly—I was sleeping, and when I opened my eyes I was there—" Harry said anxiously. "I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I need to see Headmaster Dumbledore; he definitely knows what's going on!"

"Alright, I believe you," Professor McGonagall said readily. "Come with me, we're going to see the headmaster."

"And you guys too—" She then looked at Ron and Siron, who had just followed them.

"I need someone to watch the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. If Sirius returns, please let me know immediately." She hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Weasley?"

"No problem, Professor McGonagall, leave it to me!" Ron nodded vigorously. "If Sirius returns, I'll bring him to you as soon as possible."

"Thank you," Professor McGonagall said, then looked at Harry and Hillon.

"Then, please follow me."