Training during the day is fine, but I always have this feeling at night.
Could it be Sirius Black?
Harry already knew from Dumbledore that he was the target, but with two Dementors guarding the school gate, there was no chance of sneaking in.
Vincent saw him staring blankly into the distance and waved his hand in front of him. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"This..." Harry hesitated.
It's just a suspicion, but what if it really is Sirius Black...?
He took a deep breath, leaned close to Vincent's ear, and whispered what had happened.
Feeling like something is watching me?
And it's every night?
Vincent's expression was very unnatural.
There are indeed Dementors guarding the school gate, but almost every day around dawn, the Suanni Patronus comes out to play with them.
Two weeks ago, Dementors were roaming freely in the Scottish Highlands...
The Dementors that neglect their duties every morning at dawn...
If Sirius Black had already infiltrated the school, he would have inexplicably become an accomplice.
A cunning and treacherous escape artist!
The lawn outside is very large and is very neatly trimmed; you can see it at a glance even if you lie down.
Run? Can you even escape?
"Wood! Harry and I need to ask for leave!"
Before Wood could react, Vincent jumped onto the Rascal Rabbit and said, "Come on, Harry, let's go take a look."
Harry glanced back, then resolutely mounted his broom.
"The suitcase Accio— " Vincent opened the suitcase and gripped the Gunblade in his hand.
Hermione and Ron in the audience stood up.
Why are you in such a hurry? Something must have happened.
The two chased after the figure in the sky.
The Rascal Rabbit and Gwendolyn were very fast, and in the blink of an eye they had already flown to the edge of the field.
"Little Black?" Vincent flew down and stood next to Little Black, who had appeared there for some unknown reason, his eyes warily scanning the surroundings.
The light from the tip of the staff obscured any other figures.
Disillusionment Charm?
Invisibility Cloak?
"Revealing Charm..."
He aimed his gun at the place where the Revealing Charm was cast, and would pull the trigger without hesitation if he spotted any suspicious figure.
Harry trailed behind him, his eyes blazing with fury.
The gaze that has been watching him every night lately most likely belongs to Sirius Black Black.
Harry clenched his fists tightly.
The scoundrel who betrayed his parents and indirectly caused their deaths is still nearby.
He could still feel the sensation of being watched, and it was stronger than ever before.
Very close, extremely close.
It's down there!
Harry looked down and met Little Black's big yellow eyes.
???
This... isn't this Sirius Black?
Vincent's Revealing Charm has a wide range, already at the level of a fifth-grade student.
After firing a dozen or so, nothing was found within a 50-foot radius.
Just as he was about to take a few steps forward to expand the area, Harry suddenly shouted:
"It's it! Vincent, it's it!"
The gaze that was always fixed on Harry really came from the well-behaved Little Black sitting to the side.
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that it's not Sirius Black.
As for why Little Black came here so late at night, and why he kept staring at Harry...
He squinted and squatted down in front of Little Black.
"Woo-woo—" Little Black turned its head away, displaying its arrogant side.
Harry relaxed and leaned closer. "Do you know this big black dog?"
"I know him." Vincent looked at him questioningly. "I brought Little Black back with me."
"I see..." Harry inexplicably recalled his first Divination.
According to Trelawney, the tea leaves in his cup at the time symbolized an ominous black dog.
But the slightly rounded Little Black in front of me wasn't fierce at all; in fact, the way it proudly raised its head was kind of cute.
"Your name is Little Black?" Harry squatted down and tentatively extended his hand.
"No, Little Black doesn't like it—" Vincent closed his mouth in a daze.
The Little Black, who usually ignores everyone, actually let Harry pet its head, and even rubbed against him on its own initiative.
Reality struck Vincent like a bolt from the blue, leaving him speechless.
"It itches, stop licking."
He even started licking Harry's little hand.
Traitor!
Vincent was furious.
You went to great lengths to bring it back to Hogwarts, treating it well every day, but it treated you like a stranger. Why then did it turn around and fawn over someone else?
Could it be because of Harry's black hair?
They're the same color, so they're considered to be of the same type?
My friends have gold, red, and brown, but none of them have the same pure black.
No, hunting dogs will fight if they see another dog.
But the Little Black was very enthusiastic towards Harry, wagging its tail wildly and circling around him.
This is an act that resembles making friends...
Little Black was a stray dog and was abused so badly that it's not impossible for him to see Harry as one of his own kind.
Vincent pouted, clearly unwilling to accept it. "It seems Little Black really likes you."
"Really?" Harry felt a sour taste in his mouth.
As it turns out, big dogs aren't scary.
Hagrid's dog, Teeth, is so enthusiastic; he always pounces on him and licks his face covered in drool.
Vincent's pet Little Black was much more well-behaved and did not do anything to upset him.
Its black fur is very soft, and its wide-open mouth and sticking out tongue are quite endearing.
Harry felt his fatigue gradually disappearing, and he felt as happy as if he had drunk a whole bottle of Elixir to Induce Euphoria.
"Shh—" came the sound of footsteps on grass from behind.
The Gunblade immediately pointed towards it.
When Vincent saw that it was Hermione and Ron, he released the trigger.
"That scared me to death." Ron patted his chest, then looked at Harry and met his eyes in the Little Black's big yellow eyes.
He shuddered. "Harry, there's a big black dog next to you!"
"It's alright, Ron." Harry patted Little Black's big head. "This is Vincent's dog, and his name is Little Black."
Are you sure?
"Look, it's very well-behaved."
Ron leaned back, not daring to get too close. "Did you find someone suspicious when you rushed here on your brooms?"
Vincent looked at Hermione with a puzzled expression.
Without a doubt, this guess was hers.
"Here's what happened..." Harry explained the whole story.
Hermione wasn't as surprised as Ron when she heard Sirius Black's name; she had clearly guessed it from Vincent's earlier gesture of raising his gun.
If she really is this escaped criminal, then she could also be considered an "accomplice."
"Thank goodness it was just a misunderstanding, otherwise we would be..." Harry said, clenching his fist again.
Sirius Black was the first wizard in history to escape from Azkaban, and he once brutally blew up an entire street corner, resulting in the deaths of 12 innocent Muggle.
His reason for doing this was simply to kill Peter Pettigrew, who came to stop him.
Faced with these ferocious and violent Death Eaters, Harry, who had calmed down, couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.