"He thought the door was locked," Harry whispered.

"I think we'll be fine. Stop tugging on my sleeve, Neville!"

Neville kept tugging at the sleeves of Harry's robes.

"What's the matter?"

Harry turned around.

I saw it, I saw it clearly.

For a moment, he believed that he must have walked into a nightmare.

A nightmare worse than Filch.

They were not in the same room as Harry thought, they were in a corridor.

It was the corridor on the fourth floor that the principal said at the opening ceremony was off-limits.

Now they know why this place is off limits.

They were facing the eyes of a monstrous dog so big that it filled all the space from ceiling to floor.

It has three heads, three pairs of vicious eyes, and three noses.

Now three open mouths are drooling.

The saliva hung like sticky ropes from the yellowed dog teeth.

It stood there motionless, all six eyes staring at them.

When such a huge three-headed dog started to let out a deafening roar, the little wizards all stood there blankly.

Temporarily lose the ability to think.

The big dog finally reacted and pounced on me.


Chapter completed!