𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Ch 146 - Jumping on his Back

"There's - got - to - be - a - short - cut!" Ron said, panting horribly as they climbed their seventh long staircase and emerged on an unfamiliar landing.

Lucifer actually knew the way, having caught a glimpse of Hogwarts layout, plus two secret passages, and knew what way to go, but every time he tried to speak, someone else interrupted him.

"There actually-"

"I think it's this way," Hermione said, pointing down an empty corridor.

"I know-

"Can't be," Ron said, still panting, "That's south... look... you can see the lake... out of the window.

"The way to-"

"Aha!" Someone yelled.

Lucifer looked over at the man who spoke, and he was inside a portrait, "What villains are these that trespass upon my private lands? Come to scorn my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!"

“That one there is Ronald Weasley. Better keep an eye on him...” Lucifer said as the knight brandished his own private sword at the red head, and began brandishing it violently.

Hopping up and down in his rage.

But the sword ended up being just too long for the Knight; a particularly violent swing made him overbalance, and he landed face down in the grass.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, moving closer to the picture.

"Get back, you scurvy braggart! Back, you rogue!" The Knight yelled at him.

He seized his sword again and used it to push himself back up, but the blade sank deeply into the grass and, though he pulled with seemingly all his might, he couldn't get it out again.

Finally he had to flop back down onto the grass and push up his visor to mop off his sweating face.

"Listen," Harry said quickly, taking advantage of the Knight's exhaustion, "We're looking for the North Tower, you don't know the way, do you?"

The Knight, looking excited, jumped up to his feet and shouted, "A Quest! Come follow me, dear friends, and we shall find our goal, or else shall perish bravely in the charge!"

He gave his sword another tug, but just tired himself out a bit and then tried and failed to mount his fat pony that Lucifer just now noticed.

He looked back at them and cried out, "On foot then, good sirs and gentle lady! On! On!"

And so he ran, clanking loudly, into the left-hand side of the frame and out of sight.

The four hurried along after him down the corridor, following the sound of his armor.

Every now and then they spotted him running through a picture ahead.

Lucifer was frustrated; he already knew the way, but here they were, being exhausted by a short and stout knight.

Hermione found to move her legs in sync a much difficult task, and for obvious reasons.

xxxxxx

Hermione was now laughing and giggling as she bounced up and down on Lucifer's back as he jumped up and down the stairs, ran around the corners.

Until at last they heard the murmur of voices above them, and knew they had reached the classroom.

"Farewell!" The Knight yelled, popping his head into a painting of some sinister-looking monks. "Farewell, my comrades-in-arms! If ever you have need of noble heart and steely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!"