Evan pulled Hermione by his feet, panting and ran back to the Gryffindor common room.

Although it was late, the common room was very lively.

None of them went to sleep, discussing the Dementor attack that had taken place at the Quidditch grounds.

Everyone was sad that Gryffindor had lost, but most of them, with the exception of the Quidditch players and a few die-hard fans, were on the back burner.

Anyway, as long as it's not a Slytherin loss, a loss to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff isn't something particularly hard to accept.

Now, they were more keen to communicate with each other on how to cast the Patronus Charm, and the few students who cast the full Body Patronus Charm were surrounded by people. Percy, for example, was triumphantly showing off his patronus to a dozen junior students.

As soon as Evan and Hermione entered, they were warmly welcomed.

The atmosphere reached its peak, and everyone gathered the two of them in the center, gossiping about how to use the Patronus Charm.

Especially Evan, many girls want to see his Patronus again.

Everyone was excited, except Ron.

He seemed even more upset to see Evan and Hermione being welcomed, and he stared at them for a long time before turning back to the dorm room with a gloomy face.

In the next second, everyone heard a muffled shout coming from the boys' dormitory.

The atmosphere froze, and no one spoke in the common room, staring at the door in fear. The hurried footsteps grew louder and louder, and then, Ron, jumped into everyone's sight, with a sheet hidden by him.

"Look, look at this, look at it!" he growled, striding over to Hermione, shaking the sheet in front of her.

"Ron, what are you looking at?" Hermione said confusedly.

"Spotted, look, Spotted!" Ron rudely reached the sheet out of Hermione's eyes.

Hermione dodged Ron, completely overwhelmed.

Evan looked over the sheet that Ron was holding, and there was something red on it. It looks scary, like

"Blood!" Ron cried out in a panicked silence, "it's dead! Do you know what's on the floor?"

"No, I don't know. Hermione's voice trembled.

Ron threw something in front of Hermione, and everyone leaned forward, and they saw long strands of ginger cat hair scattered across the floor.

"Ron, a few cat hairs don't mean anything, you should go under all the boys' beds and look for spots, it maybe" Hermione explained with a pale face.

"That's enough!" Ron shouted, startling everyone, "I've had enough of you, Hermione! Spotted is dead now, and you're still pretending to think Crookshank Hill is innocent!"

"These few cat hairs have probably been there since school started, and you've been prejudiced against Crookshank since the day he jumped on your head at that magical beast shop. Hermione said stubbornly.

"Prejudice?!" Ron frantically waved his arm, "That monster, it jumped on my head, it ate spots, am I going to praise it for doing the right thing?!"

"You know I didn't mean that," Hermione's voice lowered again, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!" Ron didn't mean to bypass Hermione at all, he continued to shout, "You've been treating me like a fool or an idiot who doesn't know anything, I've been protecting you in front of Malfoy, I've helped you fight Snape in class, I've been me."

The faster Ron spoke, he saw Hermione's scared and sad appearance, and felt a lot of pain in his heart, but it was unusually happy, and there was a kind of pleasure after revenge.

Then, he remembered the dream he'd been having lately, and Hermione, who had been in the dream.

I don't know why, he suddenly felt a sour nose, and he forced himself not to cry.

"Alright, Ron?!" Seeing that something was wrong, Fred hurriedly walked over and said cheerfully, "Haven't you been saying how annoying Spotted is?! It's probably better to die quickly, and it's probably not even feeling like it."

"That's right, Spotted just eats and sleeps all day long, Ron, that's what you said. George followed suit.

"One time it bit Gower for us!" said Ron, miserably.

"That was its most glorious moment. Fred couldn't help but smile, "Let the scar on Goyle's finger be kept as a permanent memory of it." Oh, alright, Ron, reconcile with Hermione, buy another mouse, what's the use of lamenting?"

"But," Ron bowed his head, wiping his tears from his sleeve.

"Actually, I think Hermione was right, Spotted might not be dead, it was just hiding somewhere. Evan interjected thoughtfully.

Peter Pettigrew couldn't have just died, let alone been killed by Crookshan.

He was just afraid of Sirius Black and wanted to fake his death again.

With the help of tracking the potion, Evan could sense that Spotted was hiding in the right corner of the common room, watching the scene in front of him.

He was about to go over and get him out, but he had only taken two steps before Ron stopped him, and his words seemed to re-infuriate Ron.

"You think Spotted isn't dead?!" Ron looked at Evan angrily, panting, as if ready to pounce at any moment, "I knew you would be on Hermione's side, it's all your fault, if you hadn't suggested that Hermione buy Crook Hill, Spotted wouldn't have died!"

"What?!" Evan was surprised, he had felt like something was wrong with Ron all day today.

"That's right, it's all your fault, you killed Spotted!" Ron clenched his fists, his tear-stained eyes red, "It was the same at the Quidditch pitch just now, if it weren't for your ridiculous Patronus Charm, Gryffindor wouldn't have lost." ”

Evan froze in place, he didn't know how Ron had come to this conclusion.

Ron's head must be angry, this is ridiculous, the reason why Gryffindor lost the game is actually because of his Patronus?!

"Ron, it was Aven's Patronus who saved everyone!" whispered Colin, who had been standing aside.

"Of course you think so, you're just this guy's ridiculous sidekick. Ron yelled at Colin and quickly turned his head to look at Evan as if he was hypnotizing himself, muttering in a muttered mutter, "Tom Riddle is right, you killed Spotted, you killed Gryffindor and lost the game, you took Hermione, she was supposed to belong to me"

There was no sound in the common room, the junior students cowered back in fear, everyone looked at Ron in silence, and no one could hear what he was saying.

Evan took another step forward, he wanted to find the spot, maybe seeing it would calm Ron a little.

He had barely moved when he saw Ron, who was standing on the opposite side, suddenly lunge towards him.