But what if they went outside of school and went to Hogsmeade? Obviously, Sirius, that irresponsible guy, passed on all his messy, rule-breaking bad habits to the lovely and kind Harry.
His gaze fell towards the outer perimeter of the castle, then returned, as if he were considering possible routes to escape.
The main gate is protected by magic; it's impossible to slip through.
Then it can only be that place, a place that gave Snape terrible memories: the Whomping Willow, the underground passage, the Shrieking Shack!
Snape stood silently in front of the fireplace for a long time before finally turning around, pushing open the door, and walking down the hallway.
The silver-blue flames danced quietly in the fireplace behind him. He crossed the corridor, passed several staircases, and pushed open a small door on the ground floor of the castle. The wind outside carried the coolness of the evening, along with the scent of earth and grass.
Without pausing, he strode toward that direction, much faster than usual, the hem of his black robe billowing behind him like a bat darting through the twilight.
The dirt road beneath his feet was gradually narrowing, and the shadows of the trees were growing denser. After walking for a while, he stopped, listened carefully, and heard a few short bird calls coming from the edge of the Forbidden Forest in the distance, before it quickly fell silent again.
He continued walking, but instead of heading directly to the Whomping Willow, he headed towards Hagrid's Hut.
He must first find Herman and Draco, or more precisely, Herman. Perhaps he can find out Harry's whereabouts from him. Perhaps Harry is still in the castle, just undiscovered.
While the professors were working feverishly inside the castle, the rescue that Gori had been eagerly awaiting finally arrived, though it was somewhat different from the rescue he had imagined.
In the Gori, he leans against the wall, closing his eyes to rest.
After becoming Vampire, he bid farewell to true sleep. His so-called slumber was more like an endless confinement, without sweet dreams or consciousness, only extreme hunger and loneliness of the soul upon waking.
His breathing was long and steady, but his ears were always slightly turned towards the cave entrance, like an old bat huddled deep in a cave, instinctively sensing every unusual sound from the outside world.
The wind in the forest whistled through the gaps in the bushes and swept across the stone wall at the cave entrance, making a low, whistling sound, like something moaning softly in the distance.
He listened for a while, and there was another subtle sound mixed in with the wind, like someone's boots stepping on dry leaves, the steps lighter than usual, with a deliberate lowering of the center of gravity and a furtive manner. It didn't seem like Hagrid, nor did it seem like the two professors who often approached him.
Gori's eyelids twitched slightly, and she had some guesses in her mind, but she still didn't open them.
The footsteps grew closer and stopped briefly at the entrance to the cave.
A voice came from the cave entrance, low but clear in the silent cave. " Gori, I am Dormon of the Chris Clan, here to rescue you according to your plan."
Gori slowly opened her eyes, her gaze passing over the light from the cave entrance, which was mostly obscured by vines, and landing on the figure standing in the shadows.
He vaguely recognized the figure's outline; it was Elder Chris's confidant, a third-generation Pure-blood, carrying that faint aura that matched the Chris Clan in his memory.
Gori didn't answer immediately. He first listened to the sounds outside the cave, and at the same time, he spread his magic, sensing that more Vampire were gathering nearby. Then he spoke, "First, remove those vines at the entrance. They should have Dumbledore's magic on them; they'll come back to life when I get close. But entering from the outside shouldn't be a problem."
His tone was calm, without any hint of urgency, maintaining the dignity and composure of a high-ranking Vampire.
Dormon responded with an "okay," then took two steps back and began working on the vines entwined around the cave entrance.
The Gori has been behaving itself these past few days, not only because its magic is restricted, but also because the cave itself is a magical trap set up by Dumbledore.
The vines climbing along the edge of the cave entrance looked like ordinary plants, but as soon as Gori got close, they would come alive and tighten wildly, like countless slender yet tough chains.
He tried it once, but the result was a ring of purple marks on his arm, and he never tried it a second time.
Dormon moved quickly, and soon a cutting sound came from the cave entrance, like a sharp object repeatedly scraping against the stem of a vine.
After being attacked, the vines began to writhe wildly, like startled snakes, emitting a sharp and piercing sound, like the screams of some kind of dying struggle.
Through the light filtering into the cave, the Gori's gaze saw the vines breaking off and falling to the ground, dark green sap seeping from the broken edges.
Seeing the trap that had confined him for days destroyed, Gori couldn't help but feel a little excited. Just as he was about to urge them on, a clear bell suddenly rang out from a corner deep in the cave. The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough to pierce through the vines and reach his ears.
Gori's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly turned his head to look in the direction from which the ringing came; he had never heard this sound before.
It didn't seem like some kind of magic set up by Dumbledore; it was more like some kind of mechanical device had been triggered.
Could it be a warning spell set up by Dumbledore to alert Dumbledore to return quickly? It's quite possible. It couldn't possibly have been set up by that big oaf Hagrid, could it?
Gori mind raced, but there was no time to dwell on it. He lowered his voice and shouted towards the cave entrance, "Hurry up!"
Dormon's figure flashed in, followed by a string of figures. Some were thin and moved lightly, while others were burly and breathed heavily, emanating a faint sour smell, like animals that hadn't bathed in years.
The brow in the Gori furrowed subconsciously; it was the scent of Werewolf, mixed in with a group of Vampire, like a pebble thrown into a glass of mixed liquor.
Dormon took a few steps to the Gori, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, "Elder, that bell sound just now must have been some kind of warning magic. We didn't have time to completely clear the vines. Please leave with us quickly."
Gori glanced down at him; Dormon's forehead was slightly lowered, obscuring his expression, but his respectful posture was impeccable.
Gori didn't doubt him. He nodded. "You transfer your magic to me, and I'll use vampire magic to break the restrictions left by Dumbledore, and then break through the vines' blockade. It shouldn't be a problem."