"Ron, what kind of dog do you think could hurt Professor Snape?"
On the way back to Gryffindor, Harry had been unable to shake a question from his mind.
So Harry had no choice but to tell Ron what he was thinking.
Ron froze when he heard this, then looked at Harry and lowered his voice. "Harry, are you saying Professor Snape went to that place?"
"Why not?" Harry asked seriously.
"When we were in the dungeon, didn't you and I see him hurriedly leave?"
"That path leads to the fourth floor."
"The place we accidentally stumbled into last time had a huge Three-Headed Dog. I think only a powerful Three-Headed Dog like that could hurt Snape."
"Then another question arises. The Three-Headed Dog was locked in there, blocking the doorway. It must have been guarding something."
"And what could have made Professor Snape so anxious?"
"I can even guess now that Snape brought those Trolls here to draw the professors' attention away, making it easier for him to act."
Ron listened to Harry's well-reasoned analysis with his mouth hanging open and eyes wide in disbelief. "Harry, are you serious?"
Harry looked at Ron. "Do you think I'm joking?"
Ron nodded solemnly and looked at Harry. "Yes, that's exactly it! I think you're making this up because Professor Snape is always targeting you."
"Harry, you've changed."
"I've changed?" Harry stared at Ron in astonishment, confused.
"Yes, you've changed. You've become abnormal."
After saying that, Ron turned and left.
Last night's adventure had nearly cost him his life. He was excited and exhausted, and all he wanted now was to lie in bed and get a good night's sleep.
Harry watched Ron's retreating back, pressed his lips together, and returned to the dormitory, where he tossed and turned without being able