"You're right! We have to tell the Order of the Phoenix, and about You-Know-Who getting stronger... A lot of people are in Germany right now. If we don't tell them, they could suffer badly..." Harry was worried about You-Know-Who's strength, and he was also mourning his vanished Invisibility Cloak. Restless and anxious, he scratched his messy black hair, stood up, and pulled Ron toward the door. "Come on. Let's go find Professor McGonagall."
"No, Harry, we can't!" Ron grabbed Harry, then looked a little embarrassed. "We only just got told off by her in Transfiguration... and we can't exactly tell a professor we lost something that's technically contraband, especially not Professor McGonagall... Just think how many points she'd take during the questioning... Allen not caring doesn't mean Professor McGonagall won't either..."
Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again—he had wanted to say that Professor McGonagall knew he had the Invisibility Cloak, but considering how strict she was, even if she did not deduct points, she would definitely scold him for losing it and for trying to contact Voldemort again... Very quickly, he gave up on the idea of reporting it to his Head of House in defeat. His bloodshot eyes, red from lack of sleep, closed for a moment. "Then we'll go to the West Tower. I'll write Sirius Black a letter about this and have him notify Remus Lupin and the others... As for asking the school for compensation, forget it. Allen and the others have been pretty busy lately. There's no need to make them worry about our little problems..."
Harry and Ron soon arrived in the circular Gryffindor common room. Ginny, who had just come out of the girls' dormitory, saw her boyfriend and brother hurrying along like that. She casually gathered her red curls behind