𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 [𝐩𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐡𝐩]

❝ LOST VERDICT ❞

|| CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR ||

❝ LOST VERDICT ❞

EVELYN BLACK WAS OUT FOR MURDER.

Murder of every living thing that was coming in her way, she wanted to just finish off every living organisms but Lilith held her back.

"You are being dramatic." Lilith stated as she held Evelyn back by the back of her robes.

"How dare they!" Evelyn exclamied, making the birds that were sitting on the window flow away as they passed through the corridors. "Who do they think they are! Thinking they can rule me around!?"

Professor Dumbledore had told Evelyn that due to Sirius Black's sudden invasion, Evelyn too have to stay in the castle. Which caused Evelyn to blow up the jug that sat infront of Dumbledore and throw a fair amount of curses at him saying that he isn't her guardian.

All this didn't fazed Dumbledore. It was like he had seen this kind of outbrust many times. So he calmly called Lilith to calm her bestfriend but it backfired and Lilith almost set the whole office on fire when she got the news.

So, Dumbledore had to call Professor Lupin to calm the girls down and surprisingly, it worked. Lupin was almost shocked to see the girls actually calm down with his presence but he wasn't entirely out of his mind seeing the Evelyn was most attached to him when she was a child and Lilith was just like Ana—she calmed down as soon as Lupin promised her to give her a box filled with dark chocolates.

But the box of dark chocolate didn't stopped Lilith from using her cunning ideas.

"Eve. Let them be." Lilith said, rolling her eyes. "I'll find a way to snuck you out."

"How?" Evelyn asked, her eyes hopeful.

"Harry." Lilith smirked at her, "He wasn't allowed to go too but he still made it."

Evelyn could finally grasp Lilith's plan making a wide smirk appear on her lips as the girl sprinted through the corridors, towards the Potter boy.

It has been two days and still the security was tight. Professor Flitwick could be seen teaching the front doors to recognize a large picture of Sirius Black; Filch was suddenly bustling up and down the corridors, boarding up everything from tiny cracks in the walls to mouse holes.

Sir Cadogan had been fired. His portrait had been taken back to its lonely landing on the seventh floor, and the Fat Lady was back. She had been expertly restored, but was still extremely nervous, and had agreed to return to her job only on condition that she was given extra protection.

A bunch of surly security trolls had been hired to guard her. They paced the corridor in a menacing group, talking in grunts and comparing the size of their clubs.