Prison Break, Snape's Notebook

The two helped Aaron into the woods, and a few minutes later, the Ministry of Magic arrived.

They came with the Dementor, and although they didn't know why the Dementors had left in such a sorry state, seeing the unconscious Harry Potter and Sirius Black Black, none of that seemed to matter anymore.

The people we need to protect are still alive, and the people we need to arrest are also here. This is a windfall!

After they carried the two men away, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione glanced at her watch. "It's almost time. There are still forty-five minutes before Dumbledore the doors of the School Hospital."

Whether we can rescue Sirius Black depends on these 45 minutes. We can't be discovered by anyone, and we need to get back to the ward as soon as possible.

Harry untied the rope binding Buckbeak, mounted its back, and tied the end of the rope to the other end of the collar as a rein.

"Come up here."

Hermione hesitated; she was a little scared and dared not ride the Hippogriff.

Aaron immediately showed a look of disgust, "Forget it, I'm not used to riding a horse with other people."

"What time is it, and you're still thinking about this?" Harry said dejectedly. "Don't worry, I have experience driving it, I guarantee it's safe."

"How about... we give it a try?" Hermione suggested tentatively.

Aaron remained silent and took the Magic Carpet out of the system space.

"I'd forgotten you had this." Harry looked at the dark blue blanket floating several tens of centimeters above the ground and felt a little relieved. "Stay close to me."

After saying that, Harry glared at Buckbeak's belly and spurred it to fly towards the upper levels of the castle.

"Let's go!" Aaron pulled Hermione onto the Magic Carpet and followed behind Harry.

They stopped at the top of the Black Tower. Sirius Black, who was feeling utterly hopeless in his cell, heard the sound of wings flapping outside.

He stared wide-eyed out the window, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"Alohomora!"

Aaron opened the cell door and dragged him out. "This is your first time escaping. Don't waste your time if you don't want your Soul Stone to be sucked by the Dementor."

Sirius Black immediately understood and quickly jumped onto the Hippogriff.

"Buckbeak, let's go!"

The Hippogriff again, Sirius Black reveled in the feeling of freedom, laughing heartily in the night sky.

They landed safely outside the clock tower.

"I will never forget your life-saving grace. Thank you."

"Forget about gratitude," Aaron said bluntly. "I only have one request: if we get caught again, please, please don't betray me."

Sirius Black:...

"I want to go with you," Harry said hesitantly.

"Later, I'll be wandering around for a while." Sirius Black hesitated for a moment. "How are Ron and Lupin doing?"

"They'll be back to normal by tomorrow." Aaron urged, pushing him toward the Hippogriff. "You have to get out of here, and we have to get out of here too. If they find out we helped a heinous murderer escape, Jeans will be giving me a dressing down for days."

"But he is innocent."

"That's enough for you to know," Sirius Black said, looking at Harry with satisfaction. "There's one more thing, you might be tired of hearing it, but you really look like your father, except for your eyes..."

"My eyes are like my mother's."

Sirius Black nodded and rode his Hippogriff soaring into the night sky.

The bell rang.

"We need to hurry, we must get back to the School Hospital before our Time-Turner," Aaron said urgently, and immediately led the two of them towards the School Hospital.

They ran through the long corridor, up the spiral staircase, and met Dumbledore was closing the doors, at the entrance to the School Hospital.

"How is it?" Dumbledore looked up and smiled at the three of them.

"You know perfectly well why I'm asking this." Aaron rolled his eyes, wanting to complain to the old bastard, but he had to suppress the thought when he realized he couldn't beat him.

"It's very painful, hurry up and get in!"

Dumbledore readily opened the door and pushed the three of them inside.

"Why are you jumping around like that?" Ron asked, puzzled. "You were just standing here a moment ago."

"You explain!" Aaron feigned weakness, lying down on an empty hospital bed. "I need to rest."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance and then told Ron about what had happened that night.

The next day, the group walked out of the School Hospital.

With the exams over, all the Warlock above the third year had left Hogsmeade Village, leaving only the first-year Warlock in the castle, making it seem rather empty.

"We're planning to go see Hagrid; he'll be very happy today." Hermione said with delight, then looked at Aaron, "Are you coming?"

"I won't go. I need to go see Professor Snape. I'm very interested in the spell he was going to use last night."

"Hagrid would be very grateful to you, and so would Abei," Harry hesitated, "If he knew..."

"Absolutely not," Aaron hurriedly interrupted him. "You absolutely mustn't tell him. You know Hagrid; when he's drunk, he'll blurt out anything."

Harry:...

Arriving at Professor Snape's office, Aaron knocked on the door and went inside.

"Sit down!" Snape's expression wasn't good. "To be honest, I'm not in a good mood. They really did rescue Sirius Black, especially since you, Snape, even joined them."

Dumbledore; you have evidence to save his life.

You don't need to save him; he has severe aggressive tendencies. Azkaban is more suitable for him.

"Uh... I have my reasons."

Professor, you should be more magnanimous. Sirius Black Black wronged you before, and he served twelve years in prison for his enemy without cause. He has already suffered enough punishment.

Moreover, he is still wanted by the Ministry of Magic, and he will have to live a life of constant wandering until the truth is revealed.

"Hmph!" Snape snorted. "That's something that makes me feel better."

However, it's not much better, because with the severed finger and signature you provided, Cornelius Fudge is somewhat at a disadvantage in front of Dumbledore.

He agreed to remove the Dementor from Hogwarts and promised to gradually reduce the pursuit of Black.

In other words, even the Auror at the Ministry of Magic would turn a blind eye to him; as long as he lived a low-key life, no one would bother him.

"That's to be expected." Aaron shrugged. "Twelve years in prison, that was originally the Ministry of Magic's doing."

"That's why Fudge is trying to reduce his influence. Perhaps the pressure on the Ministry of Magic will lessen when the truth is revealed," Snape said expressionlessly. "Alright, let's get back to the point. What did you want to see me about?"

"Professor," Aaron said with a fawning smile, "I don't recall ever hearing of the spell you used last night. You see..."

"Want to learn?"

Aaron nodded hastily.

"You really want to learn?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "I don't quite understand. Shouldn't your Gaius family have even more powerful magic at your disposal?"

"That's different," Aaron said seriously. "The reason why a trump card is called a trump card is because it cannot be easily revealed. I do know some Forbidden Magic, but it's not something I can use casually."

Therefore, I need some powerful magic that ordinary Warlock can accept.

He knows many spells, such as Fierce Fire Curse, Patronus Charm, Dragon-Slaying Magic, and Elemental Magic. These powerful spells are not suitable for use at this time.

Aside from these, his spell reserves are about the same as Hermione's. If he wants to add a layer of disguise to his combat power, he needs to learn something different.

Upon hearing this, Snape felt as if a million alpacas were galloping through his mind.

Could it be that the magic he painstakingly created is only slightly stronger than A's in Aaron's hands?

"Hold on!"

Although he felt a little heartbroken, Snape still took out a thick notebook from under the table.

"Besides the Sectumsempra that I was going to use last night, there are also several spells that I invented and their corresponding methods of breaking the spells in here."

In addition, I also have my research findings on Potions over the years.

Aaron carefully took the notebook, flipped through it briefly, and then looked at Snape with even greater respect.

Although the knowledge contained here is far inferior to that of his ancestors and can only serve as a reference for him, it is still an invaluable treasure for most potion Potioner.

"Professor, this is the culmination of your life's research. Aren't you worried about handing it over to me?" Aaron asked with amusement.

"It has to be passed down. You are my best student, and no one is more suitable than you," Snape said earnestly.

"Thank you for your trust, Professor." Aaron waved the notebook in his hand. "Like I said, I won't let you down."

However, Professor, you are truly a genius. Please come visit me sometime; Gaius welcomes you anytime.

Snape smiled with satisfaction. "If there's a chance."

Aaron nodded, silently making a decision in his heart.

If Voldemort really makes a comeback, he can't control others, but he will definitely protect Professor Snape. He is a true mentor who is good to him, and he is completely different from Dumbledore.

After leaving Snape's office, Aaron took the notebook and returned to the Slytherin Common Room.

As soon as I stepped through the doorway, I heard Draco grumbling.

"That beast Julius has escaped; Hagrid must have secretly let it go."

However, there was some good news: Lupin couldn't stay any longer. Who would have thought that we, Juxing, would be taught by Werewolf for a year?

"What did you say?" Aaron asked, looking at him with some surprise. "Who told you that?"

"Professor Snape said so," Draco said. "You're only just finding out, are you?"

"I just found out." Aaron shook his head with a wry smile. It seemed that Professor Snape still held a grudge about what happened during his student days, but that was not incomprehensible.

Professor Lupin's primary purpose in teaching at Hogwarts was to protect Harry Potter, and now that he has achieved his goal, whether he stays or not is no longer important.

He is, after all, Werewolf, and he already Loss of Control once last night. Who can guarantee that he won't forget to drink the Wolfsbane Potion in the future? Even if he forgets it just once, Hogwarts will be in big trouble.