Brilliant Fireworks, Neither Teaching nor Learning

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Filch pinned a new notice to the wall.

Ministry of Magic

Dolores Umbridge succeeds Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts

The above regulations comply with Educational Decree Twenty-Eight.

Signature: Minister for Magic – Cornelius Fudge

The notice caused a huge stir at Hogwarts. The students seemed to know that Dumbledore had taken Fudge, along with two of his Auror and Umbridge, and then left the school, but there was no further explanation.

Of the three people in the know, Professor McGonagall is the vice-principal, and the students don't expect to get anything out of her. Aaron is lying in the School Hospital, and Professor McGonagall seems to have given instructions to forbid anyone from visiting him. Marietta, the last one, becomes the students' main target, but she has had her memory erased and knows nothing about what she is doing.

Umbridge finally got the principal position she had always dreamed of, but the Headmaster's Office was automatically locked up, and she couldn't even get past the stone beast guarding the door, so she had to stay in her office.

Therefore, most students had confidence in Dumbledore, believing that his departure was only temporary.

In order to further consolidate his power, Umbridge not only established various rigid doctrines, but also set up an Inquisitorial Squad.

Only those who support the Ministry of Magic can join this organization, whose members have power comparable to that of Prefect, but are even more unscrupulous.

School Hospital.

Aaron changed into a hospital gown and sat comfortably on the hospital bed practicing Magic Array.

Abei squatted obediently next to him, occasionally taking out some snacks from her pocket and putting them in her mouth.

Madam Pomfrey looked at him helplessly. "Mr. Gaius, you're really putting me in a difficult position. You're clearly healthier than anyone else."

You've been lying here long enough; staying here is just taking up school resources.

"I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey," Aaron said apologetically. "I'm well aware of my situation, but what I did was rather outrageous, so I need to lay low at the School Hospital."

I promise I'll be discharged after the Easter holidays and won't stay any longer.

"What did you do?" Madam Pomfrey asked curiously.

"Well... before Dumbledore left, he knocked Fudge and the others unconscious. I got a sudden urge to slap Umbridge, so I slapped him twenty-eight times."

"What?" Madam Pomfrey stood up in surprise. "You did this to her face?"

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

"Well done! I've wanted to do this for a long time. She's made a mess of Hogwarts." Madam Pomfrey cursed indignantly, but her gaze towards Aaron softened considerably.

"She thought it was Dumbledore did it, and she kept cursing and swearing when she came to me for treatment yesterday."

"It's good that you don't doubt me." Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Now you understand why I'm here!"

"Understood." Madam Pomfrey nodded. "For the sake of those twenty-odd slaps, you can stay in Japan for the Easter holidays, or even take the exams."

Boom! Boom!

The floor shook slightly, and countless excited screams came from outside the window.

Aaron and Madam Pomfrey instinctively turned their heads to look, and saw fireworks of various colors blooming in the sky.

Fireworks, some green and gold, Accio in the corridor, making huge explosions. Wheel-shaped Catherine Wheel Fireworks streaked through the air like pink flying saucers. Rocket and sparklers wrote various profanities in the air. Firecrackers in the corners exploded one after another, but they lingered for a long time, leaving behind a dazzling spectacle...

Umbridge and Filch screamed in fright and frantically dealt with the fireworks. Her Inquisitorial Squad was of no use and ran faster than the two of them.

"Who did this?" Madam Pomfrey asked incredulously, but seeing Umbridge, who was being relentlessly attacked by the fireworks and looked utterly disheveled, she felt a long-lost excitement.

These fireworks were definitely contraband, but they brought a bit of life to the stagnant waters of Hogwarts.

"Who else could it be?" Aaron chuckled. "Besides the Weasley family twins, I doubt anyone would dare to do this."

However, they have thoroughly offended Umbridge, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he is already prepared to be expelled.

"What? The price is too high."

They'll graduate in another two or three months.

"They're already preparing to open a shop in Diagon Alley. You should know them; they've decided to start their own business, so certificates and such are probably unnecessary for them."

Madam Pomfrey paused for a moment, "That seems to be the case."

"But setting off smoke in broad daylight is a bit inappropriate. I'll give them another hand," Aaron said meaningfully, and then darkness emerged from his palm.

A massive black Magic Array rapidly formed in the School Hospital, followed by endless darkness appearing around Hogwarts. The darkness formed a black barrier that enveloped the entire Hogwarts, blocking out most of the sunlight.

It was midday, but Hogwarts felt as dark as if it were under the cover of night.

The cheerful shouts outside abruptly ceased. Both students and teachers were completely bewildered by this sudden turn of events, with only the lingering smoke from the burning embers dancing freely in the air.

"Tsk! Looks like I need to add something, or I'll make a mess of things."

Aaron snapped his fingers, Dumbledore's enormous illusion appeared in mid-air.

He winked at everyone, then disappeared.

The next moment, huge cheers erupted throughout the school.

The facts are already clear: the darkness shrouding Hogwarts was created by Dumbledore using magic to create an atmosphere, and he indeed did not abandon Hogwarts.

George and Fred excitedly lit all the fireworks, which became even more dazzling and colorful against the backdrop of the night. The students cheered and released their pent-up emotions.

Umbridge huddled in a corner, trembling with fear, angry but helpless, only able to let out a groundhog roar in his heart.

"Mr. Gaius," Madam Pomfrey looked at Aaron lying on the hospital bed in disbelief, "What's this outside..."

"This is called Nightfall, but don't misunderstand, it's not Dark Magic, it's Shadow Element Magic, and it has no other use except to conceal the light."

"But isn't this area a bit too large?"

"My magic has no offensive power; its only redeeming quality is its range," Aaron explained casually. In other words, he only had half of his Magical Energy left. Not to mention Hogwarts Castle, he could cover the town of Hogsmeade, or even an entire city, with darkness.

Gollum!

Madam Pomfrey swallowed hard. "Tell me honestly, how strong are you now?"

"A little bit better than you." Aaron smiled shyly.

"A tiny bit?"

"It's really just a tiny bit." A small crack appeared between Aaron's index finger and thumb. "I'm only sixteen. How good can I be?"

Madam Pomfrey thought so too, but she was still incredibly impressed. "That's still quite remarkable."

Please keep this a secret!

If word gets out that Umbridge will probably do something to me!

"Don't worry, I've always kept my mouth shut."

Besides, you've already conjured up an illusion of Dumbledore. If I were to tell anyone, wouldn't that be a blow to everyone's morale?

"Madam Pomfrey is so sensible!" Aaron gave a thumbs up.

The fireworks display didn't end until the afternoon, and the layer of night in the sky completely dissipated.

But as she watched the setting sun appear on the horizon, Umbridge couldn't feel happy at all. On her first afternoon as headmistress, she was busy cleaning up the fireworks in the castle.

Those professors and Prefect seemed to have conspired together; not only did they not step forward to help, but they even took advantage of her misfortune by notifying her one by one where there were any stray fireworks, making her almost run her legs off.

On Friday, students began their Easter holiday.

Aaron took off his hospital gown, used Costume Change Spell to change into a casual April outfit, and swaggered out of the School Hospital with Abei.

He believed that after these few days of buffering, everyone had accepted the fact that Dumbledore was temporarily leaving.

The Weasley Twins twins' release of those fireworks and the appearance of Dumbledore's vision greatly alleviated their anxiety. In addition, with Marietta drawing attention away from the fire, probably not many people will ask them what happened on the day Dumbledore left.

But before he could get back to his dorm, he ran into Hermione and Ron on the way.

"Thank goodness, you're finally out of the hospital," Hermione said with a sigh of relief.

"You... you've come to see me?"

"Obviously," Ron said.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. He was really unlucky; he had just been discharged from the hospital and was already being blocked.

"Why are there only the two of you? Where's Harry?"

"He..." Hermione hesitated for a moment, then exchanged a glance with Ron, "He's had a little problem."

"Oh!" Aaron exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "So that's why you came to see me!"

"Not entirely." Ron glanced at Hermione with a mocking look. "Ahem! Miss Granger comes by almost every day, but she's always turned away by Madam Pomfrey."

Hermione glared at him, then turned to Aaron. "Professor McGonagall doesn't allow anyone to visit you. I thought you were seriously injured!"

"Uh... thank you for your concern." Aaron smiled somewhat awkwardly, "But I'm just hiding in the School Hospital to avoid the limelight, I'm not injured at all."

Don't forget, I also have a healing dragon here.

"That's what I told her too, but she just wouldn't believe me."

"Ron, no one will think you're mute if you don't speak," Hermione said, then asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by 'laying low'?"

"After Umbridge knocked Umbridge Dumbledore, I slapped her face like that..."

"That's your shrew?" Ron's eyes lit up. "That was so satisfying. She wore a scarf everywhere she went for those two days, but even that couldn't hide her fat face."

"I shifted the blame onto Dumbledore, but she might suspect me afterwards, so I cast a Stunning Spell on myself as well."

The longer I stay in the School Hospital, the less suspicious I become, and therefore the safer I am.

"You're really ruthless to yourself," Ron murmured.

"It's just a simple Stunning Spell, he should be able to rest at the School Hospital for a few days." Aaron seemed to have thought of something and continued, "Are the DA members all alright? I got a promise from Fudge that the people on the list won't be punished, but I really don't trust Umbridge."

"She didn't cause us any trouble, but she won't say anything more about it in the future."

"Let's talk about that later! Or should we tell you what happened to Harry this time?"

"He's not practicing Cerebral Sealing Technique anymore," Hermione said hesitantly.

"He learned it?" Aaron said in surprise. "That's really amazing. Cerebral Sealing Technique is even more difficult to master than the Patronus Charm, let alone the fact that someone like the infamous Dark Lord can see into his brain."

"Uh... I'm pretty sure Harry didn't learn it."

He must have had a minor disagreement with Professor Snape and didn't want to study with him anymore.

"This is really interesting." Aaron looked at her with amusement. "Harry should know what it means to have his memories read by Voldemort, and Professor Snape should also know the task Dumbledore gave him."

Now one person is unwilling to learn, and the other is unwilling to teach. Are you sure this is a minor conflict?

"I suppose so! It might be a big conflict, but we really don't know what it is." Hermione said helplessly, "The two of them have never gotten along, and if one of them doesn't back down first, this matter will probably be put on hold forever."

"Then let Harry go to Professor Snape!" Aaron- Ren said immediately. "As long as Harry willing to say a few kind words and lower his tone when asking, Professor Snape will still continue to teach him."

"That's the problem." Ron hesitated, then continued, "Harry doesn't want to. We've all tried to persuade him, but he's been very resistant."

Hearing this, Aaron looked at the two of them with some suspicion. "You're not planning to have me go to Professor Snape and try to reason with him, are you?"

"I have that idea," Ron said with an awkward laugh.

"Heh!" Aaron scoffed, "If you're out of your mind, go see Madam Pomfrey at the School Hospital. You're still young; getting treatment early might just give you a chance to recover."

Ron's face immediately fell. "If it doesn't work, then forget it."

Is this something that can or can't be done?

"You think you can persuade Professor Snape to back down? How could you even think of that?"

"Ignore him." Hermione said speechlessly, "I mean, could you help persuade Harry?"

"If you can't persuade him, what makes you think I can?" Aaron retorted. "I never had any obligation to persuade him, and besides, do you really think he doesn't understand the importance of Cerebral Sealing Technique?"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Oh, by the way, before Dumbledore left, he asked me to pass on a message to Harry: study Cerebral Sealing Technique might, especially before going to bed every night."

"Take this message to him. If he won't listen to Dumbledore of persuasion from us will help."

"Dumbledore really said that?" Hermione asked with a serious expression.

"Professor McGonagall is also here. You can ask her if you don't believe me."

"It's not that we don't believe it, but since Dumbledore, Harry has to seriously learn Cerebral Sealing Technique."

"You just need to convey Dumbledore's message; the rest is up to him."

Hermione:...

Ron:...