Death Eaters Escape from Prison, the Truth in The Quibbler

With the Christmas holidays over, fifth-grade Warlock are back to their busy schoolwork.

Umbridge assigned them a lot of homework, which made it difficult to schedule DA classes.

In particular, Harry had to go to Professor Snape's office every Monday night for ' Potions Class ' tutoring. Without this teaching assistant, Aaron would feel tired, so he decisively gave up and moved the class time to Monday.

Apart from Harry being injured, everything seems to be on the right track.

However, these unpleasant days did not last long, as they were disrupted by a Daily Prophet.

A mass prison break occurred in Azkaban.

Aaron couldn't help but gasp when he saw the title.

His first thought was that Voldemort's loyal followers had returned to his side. With this elite group of Death Eater, it would be much easier for Voldemort to do whatever he wanted.

But when he saw the next sentence, a look of contempt appeared in his eyes. "The Ministry of Magic is worried that Black is a caller for the Death Eater."

"Tsk! How ridiculous! It's utterly absurd. Minister Cornelius has really mastered shifting the blame!"

"Senior," Xilin walked over and asked somewhat reservedly, "When do we start training?"

"Feeling pressured?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"I guess so! The Magic World is not very peaceful right now, and Hogwarts won't always be safe."

"I'm still pleased with your awareness." Aaron looked at the illustrations in the newspaper, which showed ten escaped convicts, a badly damaged Azkaban, and Dementor flying freely in the sky above the prison.

"Everyone else must think the same way, and I estimate that everyone will work very hard in the upcoming training."

Aaron nodded noncommittally. If the students were motivated, he, as the teacher, could have an easier time.

A few days later, DA members gathered at the Room of Requirement.

Aaron walked up to the podium with a newspaper, then enlarged the illustrations and hung them on the blackboard.

"I'm sure everyone knows about the news from a while ago."

The escape of ten Death Eater speaks volumes; the You-Know-Who's power has increased further, but... he gained more than just ten powerful and loyal followers. Aaron paused, then pointed his Wand at the Dementor in the illustration, continuing in a serious tone, "... they too, the Dementor of Azkaban."

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion erupted below. Harry and the others seemed to realize something, and their expressions turned extremely ugly.

"You're not kidding, are you?" Zacharias asked suspiciously. "Aren't Dementor always under the control of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Always?" Aaron shook his head dismissively. "That's not quite accurate, because the Dementor served the Dark Lord before he lost power."

Dumbledore had previously warned Fudge that the Dementor would side with You-Know-Who, but he was confident, for the same reason you just mentioned: the Dementor were always under the Ministry of Magic's control.

Zacharias opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"So, here's some bad news: Dementor might be your future adversaries," Aaron said nonchalantly. "And another piece of bad news: in the next few lessons I'll teach you spells to fight Dementor."

"Patronus Charm!" George and Freyser exclaimed excitedly.

"That's right. I believe many of you can master this spell, but whether you can use it in a crisis is another matter entirely."

Aaron snapped his fingers, and a lifelike Dementor appeared before them.

Seeing this Harry instinctively drew his Wand, Expecto Patronum!"

A crimson light emanated from the tip of the Wand, and a doe flew through the air, crashing straight into the Dementor.

However, the doe passed right through the Dementor's body, having no effect whatsoever.

"Calm down, this is just a simple illusion," Aaron said with some pride. "I don't have any real Dementor to spar with you."

"It's too realistic!" Harry said awkwardly as he deactivated his Patronus.

"That's because you're too weak right now. Someone stronger than me can see through this illusion."

"Can we learn it?" Fred and George's eyes lit up, and the others looked at Aaron with excitement, as if they had discovered a new continent.

They all knew that Illusion Magic had no offensive power, but now it seems they were naive. If this magic were used properly, its practical value would probably be exceptionally high.

Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, Aaron gave them a kind smile, "Of course not."

"I'm not trying to spoil the fun, but Illusion Magic magic is all about talent, and in some ways it's even more difficult than Transfiguration."

To be frank, you'd need to invest ten or even several decades to achieve anything, but the current situation won't give you that much time.

The crowd's enthusiasm was dampened, and they could only regretfully give up their interest in the Illusion Magic.

"Ahem! It seems you all want to continue our previous topic."

While the Patronus Charm can indeed repel Dementor, it doesn't mean that learning it guarantees Patronus Charm.

"A single Dementor might be repelled with the Patronus Charm, but... what about a bunch of them!" Aaron chuckled meaningfully. One of the Dementor that had been floating beside him began to replicate, multiplying into hundreds in just a few seconds.

Countless dark shadows Accio the room, and many students, even though they knew they were fake, couldn't help but swallow hard.

Aaron snapped his fingers again, and all the Dementor vanished, quickly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere in everyone's hearts.

"Everyone must remember this feeling; real Dementor are far more terrifying than this."

They can make you feel fear, cold, depravity, or even Despair, while the prerequisite for casting the Patronus Charm is a happy mood and a positive mindset.

Because of the negative traits possessed by Dementor, some Warlock who could use Patronus Charm didn't even have the courage to raise their Wand when facing them. These people died unjustly; I hope that day will never come for you."

"However, there's no need to worry too much. The invisible Patronus can repel one or two Dementor, while the powerful physical Patronus can repel a whole group. Even the chaotic scene of demons just now can be handled."

"We have thirty students here. Even if only one of them can summon a physical Patronus in battle, it could turn the tide."

"Can you do it?" Luna asked, raising her hand.

"Of course I can," Aaron said easily. "Not only can I do it, but some of you can do it too. In fact, the reason I taught you the Patronus Charm is so that you can do it."

"No problem," Luna said with a slight smile. "Can you teach us spells now?"

Aaron nodded, then patiently explained the incantation of the Patronus Charm, the key points of casting the spell, and the importance of happy memories.

After confirming that everyone could pronounce the spell accurately, he handed the rest of the work over to the teaching assistant Harry Potter, since that was his job.

It's estimated that Aaron's illusion severely affected everyone's mentality, and no one summoned a physical Patronus until the end of class. Even Luna, who performed the best, only summoned a few strands of silver thread.

"I'm so tired!" Aaron pretended to wipe non-existent beads of sweat from his head. Abei, who was squatting next to him, knowingly took back his notes on drawing Magic Array and took out a bottle of juice from his pocket.

"You're tired, but I'm the one who's tired!" Harry said irritably, especially when he saw Aaron leisurely drinking his beverage, which made him even angrier.

Aaron only explained the incantation and theory; he was basically in charge of the rest of the training.

Each student's question was different, but he had to answer them all one by one and then teach them step by step. In comparison, Aaron's life was much easier.

"Now you know you're tired? I never imagined I'd be teaching so many people," Aaron said. "Besides, if I didn't teach, you'd have to take on all the teaching responsibilities. I don't need to remind you of that, do I?"

"Oh, this..."

Harry was speechless for a moment.

Aaron did indeed help a lot, and it was they who dragged him into this mess.

"Um... there's something I need to ask you," Hermione quickly changed the subject. "Do you know anything about Cerebral Sealing Technique?"

"Hmm?" Aaron frowned slightly, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"Dumbledore Snape teach me this spell," Harry said bitterly. "It can prevent Voldemort from spying on my memories."

"Hogwarts Castle is protected by magic, Voldemort cannot cross that distance to invade your brain."

"Normally that's how it is, but..." Harry hesitated for a few seconds before finally mustering his courage, "But you know, there's some kind of connection between him and me."

"The blood of your enemy, to bring your foe back to life?" Aaron said meaningfully.

Harry shuddered as he recalled the scene of Voldemort's resurrection, and nodded in agreement. "Every Monday night I would go to his office to practice Cerebral Sealing Technique, but it wasn't very effective."

I even felt my condition was getting worse. After learning Cerebral Sealing Technique, my scars would often ache intensely, and I could even sense Voldemort's thoughts and emotions more clearly.

"Oh!" Aaron suddenly realized, "You want to ask me if learning Cerebral Sealing Technique will make your brain more sensitive? Or is this a normal phenomenon?"

"Yes."

"You doubt that Professor Snape taught you properly?" Aaron looked at him with a half-smile.

"I...no, I didn't suspect anything," Harry stammered, his voice sounding somewhat insincere. "I'm just a little worried. After all, I haven't learned Cerebral Sealing Technique yet, and this spell isn't helping me at all right now. On the contrary, Snape often goes into my brain to look at some...memories."

"Does Professor Snape's use of Mind Extraction to spy on your personal privacy make you uncomfortable?"

"This is not a happy thing," Harry said bitterly.

"Hehe!" Aaron patted him on the shoulder. "I understand how you feel, but I can also tell you that Professor Snape's training methods are not problematic."

It's normal that you can't accept it, but this is the fastest way to see results. The more times you get hit, the more you'll naturally know how to defend yourself. The same principle applies to the Cerebral Sealing Technique.

Besides, having Professor Snape spy on my memories is better than having my mind controlled by Voldemort!

Harry:...

Perhaps because the Ministry of Magic blamed Sirius Black for the Death Eater' escape, Harry and his friends finally couldn't take it anymore and met with a reporter at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade to reveal the truth about the Ministry's actions in June of that year.

It's worth mentioning that the reporter was Rita Skeeter, a former reporter for The Daily Prophet. She originally didn't want to help, not only because there was no payment, but also because it was easy to offend people.

But Hermione had caught her illegally possessing Animagus, so if she didn't help, she'd have to suffer a pure hellish fate in Azkaban.

The article was officially published in the newspaper in March.

However, since the Daily Prophet was controlled by the Ministry of Magic, they could only choose the Quibbler, which was less famous and of lower quality.

That day, a huge notice was urgently posted on the school's bulletin board. Not only the bulletin board, but almost every corridor and even every classroom could see the same notice.

Hogwarts High Inquisitor Decree

Any student found carrying the magazine "The Quibbler" will be expelled immediately.

The above regulations comply with Educational Decree No. 27.

sign:

High Inquisitor

Dolores Umbridge

Slytherin common room.

Aaron looked at the notice on the bulletin board and shook his head speechlessly. "Looks like our Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor has nothing better to do."

It's one thing if she doesn't teach anything in class, but she even interferes with what magazines her child reads.

"It is quite boring." Draco nodded in deep agreement. "But the Quibbler is really not good. My dad won't let me read it. He said it's full of nonsense. You can find things in it that nobody in the entire Magic World cares about."

"Uh... it's best not to say this in front of Luna."

Her father seems to be the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler."

Draco's lips twitched slightly, and he said somewhat speechlessly, "I'm absolutely telling the truth. ' The Quibbler ' is truly worthless."

"Young Master, something terrible has happened!"

Crabbe and Goyle came running up, panting, their faces pale, each holding a newspaper.

"I'm not dead yet, what big thing could happen?" Draco said irritably, then looked at the newspapers in their hands. "The Quibbler, didn't Umbridge forbid us from reading that stuff?"

Aaron chuckled, "The notices are posted everywhere, clearly trying to cover it up. If there hadn't been some unfavorable content about her in ' The Quibbler,' she wouldn't have done this."

"That makes sense," Draco said belatedly. "Give me the newspaper; I want to see what it says."

Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a glance and instinctively clenched their newspapers tighter.

What are you standing there for?

"Uh... young master, you need to be mentally prepared."

Upon hearing this, Draco frowned in confusion, a sense of the Grim suddenly rising in his heart.

He quickly snatched the newspaper from Crabbe's hand, but after just a quick glance, his expression changed to the same as Crabbe's and Goyle's, followed by immense anger.

"How dare he? How could he dare?"

"It seems this newspaper is not only bad for Umbridge, but also for Malfoy," Aaron said, then took the second newspaper from Goyle's hand. "Potter accuses... Potter points out that Death Eater among us... Survivor of the You-Know-Who attack, ten-year-old Harry Potter accuses a promising figure in the Magic World of being Death Eater."

Looking at these headlines, Aaron couldn't help but gasp.

He quickly glanced through the list to make sure there was nothing about himself before suppressing his shock and turning to look at the three people sitting silently on the sofa opposite him, their anger palpable.

"You three come with me."