"We have to go to the Ministry of Magic and save Sirius right now!"
Like a beast with nowhere left to run, Harry snarled under his breath, and his vicious expression intimidated everyone.
Professor McGonagall finally realized that something might be wrong with Harry's state. She straightened her back and looked at him sternly.
"I think that in your current condition, Potter, you'd better stay in the Hospital Wing for the night. This ward will do nicely. I'll have Poppy examine you. Oh, all right, that's settled. I need to write to Amosta and Albus!"
Professor McGonagall said. She turned to look at Ron, Hermione, and the others gathered behind her, hesitating for a moment.
"You stay here and look after him. Don't go back to your dormitories until I return."
With that, she hurried out of the ward to speak with Madam Pomfrey.
Crash!
"Damn it!"
Harry furiously kicked the hospital bed behind him, sending it skidding away with the force of the blow.
"You need to calm down, Harry!"
Harry's terrible state left even Hermione at a loss. Her pale cheeks had taken on a sickly whiteness as she stepped forward and gripped his arm.
"This may just be one..."
"How many times do I have to tell you, Hermione?!"
Harry yanked his wrist free and shouted angrily.
"I saw it, with my own eyes! When has one of them ever been fake?"
"But—"
Hermione bit her lip and said aggrievedly.
"Do you remember, Harry? During the summer, Professor Breen told you not to blindly trust what you saw in your dreams..."
What Professor Breen had said...
Hermione's words did calm Harry down a little, but before he could even catch his breath, Sirius's screams rang out beside his ears.
His thoughts were in utter chaos, as though