Not Much Intelligence, Too Many Thoughts!

Walking down that cold, dark corridor once again, Harry knew it like the back of his hand.

The black door opened for him as always, and he walked into the round room.

A thought told him:

Harry, we can't go any further.

"Heed William and Snape's warnings, use Occlumency to isolate yourself from Voldemort's thoughts."

Another thought was tempting him:

"Harry, go in and take a look, see what Voldemort's purpose is... Think about it, you're the one who saved Mr. Weasley."

You are special; Voldemort simply cannot detect you.

Two completely different ideas echoed in my mind.

Reason told Harry he couldn't go in, but his feet had already begun to move.

He took a deep breath and thought to himself, "This is the last time... it really is the last time."

With his last, countless vows sworn, Harry walked through the door and into the room filled with shelves and glass marbles.

He walked toward the 97th shelf and found a figure on the floor at the end of the aisle.

Suddenly, a sharp, cold sound came out of Harry's mouth uncontrollably.

"Get it for me... take it down, quick... I can't touch it... but you can..."

"Cruciatus Curse!"

The man on the floor screamed in pain. He tried to stand up, but twisted his body and fell.

Harry's face turned deathly pale, and his body began to tremble violently.

It turns out the man on the ground was Sirius.

He lay in a pool of blood, very slowly raising his shoulders a few inches to lift his head. His face was stained with blood and contorted in pain...

A piercing scream suddenly echoed through the library.

Harry woke up from his dream, touched his burning scar, and collapsed to the ground.

Ron, who was dozing off nearby, was instantly startled awake. The surrounding students also shuddered in shock.

Everyone looked up at Harry, then their expressions turned to pity.

Another one has gone mad.

That's the power of the O.W.L. Exam!

Madam Pince, carrying a feather duster, stormed over, angrily saying:

"Quiet down, everyone else is studying! This is the library!"

"I need to see the headmaster," Harry said breathlessly, "Right now... it's urgent!!"

"The headmaster is at the trial! He's not here, didn't you know that, Potter!" Madam Pince glared at the two of them. "Get out of here!"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and immediately packed his schoolbag... He finally had a reason to leave and no longer be forced to study.

Although it's easier to fall asleep in the library, the bed in the dorm is still more comfortable.

Ron pulled Harry along and hurriedly left the library; he wanted to return to the Gryffindor Common Room.

But Harry plopped down on the steps, looking dejected.

"Damn it, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are both gone. William and Hermione have left too!"

This means they can't contact the Order of the Phoenix and can't rescue Sirius.

Panic spread through Harry's mind. He felt dizzy and didn't know what to do...

"What happened, Harry?" Ron asked, sitting beside him with concern.

Voldemort has captured Sirius.

"What?" Ron was stunned.

"I saw it, just now," Harry said in rapid succession.

"Voldemort made Sirius fetch something for him... He's torturing Sirius... I have to go save him."

Otherwise he would die!

Ron remained silent.

"What, you don't believe me?" Harry grabbed Ron's shoulder, shook him a few times, and roared:

"Think about the attack on your father? What happened? How would I know about those things that happened to him?"

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I saw it with my own eyes... Sirius too!

Ron said weakly:

"Harry, I believe it's true, but... you also said that the You-Know-Who is there."

Do you think you have the ability to save Sirius?

"I don't care about any of that!" Harry shouted.

"Voldemort captured him, and no one else knew it. I was the only one who could save him."

If you don't want to go, that's fine, but I'm going, understand?!

Footsteps came from behind them, and Harry and Ron turned around abruptly.

Three girls appeared.

Anne, Luna, and Ginny walked quickly from the library.

Anne looked at Harry and calmly asked, "Sirius has been captured?"

"How did you know?" Harry's hope was rekindled.

Anne is William's sister; perhaps William already knew and just told her in some way.

"Harry, your voice is too loud, everyone can hear you," Ginny said, exasperated.

"That's none of your business," Harry said impatiently. "You can't help anyway."

"You're rude." Luna shook her head.

Harry cursed and stood up to leave. "Sirius is being tortured! I don't have time to chat with you all!"

"Why don't you go find Professor Snape?" Anne said calmly. "Don't be so impulsive. Don't forget, he's also a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

Harry was stunned; he had completely forgotten about it.

A group of people walked towards the Potions Office. Anne stood at the door and knocked hard.

With a creak, the door opened, and an impatient voice came from inside:

"Come in."

While everyone hesitated, Anne went in first.

Snape looked up at the group of people, frowned slightly, and said:

"Is something wrong? Shit... cough cough, Stark?"

Oops, I almost blurted it out because I'm used to saying it like that.

"Harry said that Voldemort is in the Department of Mysteries, that he has captured Sirius and is torturing him..." Anne whispered.

Snape turned to look at Harry, his expression somewhat inscrutable.

"I remember that Dahei, on a classified mission. How did you know he was captured, Potter?"

"I saw it!" Harry shouted. "Just now."

Snape stared into his eyes and said coldly, "Fool, have you fallen into the Dark Lord's mind again?"

"I didn't mean to!" Harry protested.

"Now is not the time to dwell on this. Sirius has been captured. You need to notify the Order of the Phoenix and have them rescue him!"

"I will verify what you say," Snape said.

"But you should know, that black dog is on a classified mission."

The few people who knew his location happened to be attending the trial at the Merlin Memorial Hall; verifying this will take some time.

"But there's no time to delay!" Harry shouted.

"I think we can send members of the Order of the Phoenix to the Department of Mysteries to rescue Sirius right now!"

"Just because of one foolish dream of yours?" Snape scoffed.

"Didn't I tell you? The Dark Lord has realized that your minds can be connected."

He has the ability to show you false images and deliberately lure you into a trap.

Didn't you ever consider that it might be a fake image, or a trap?

Because of your stupidity, I'm sending members of the Order of the Phoenix to the Ministry of Magic without even checking?

If I get scammed, can you take responsibility?!

Harry glared at Snape.

"Go back now and wait for my news!" Snape stared at Harry, enunciating each word clearly:

"Your problem is that you don't have a high IQ, but you think too much!"

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