High-Profile Withdrawal, the Prophecy of the Department of Mysteries

"Looking for Sirius Black?" Aaron stared in astonishment, his eyes wide. "Has he gone mad?"

"I tried to stop him, but I couldn't," Hermione said guiltily.

"It's obvious what he wants with Sirius Black."

"He won't tell us," Ron said, "But he seems really anxious, really in a hurry."

"Didn't I tell you?" Aaron pursed his lips, but the next moment he seemed to realize something, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "He's at Hogwarts now, and the only way to find Sirius Black is... Dolores Umbridge's office is Floo Network."

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance and nodded blankly.

"Damn it!"

Aaron didn't know how to describe his current feelings. He suddenly regretted agreeing to teach Harry Potter Cerebral Sealing Technique to Professor Snape.

This guy is a real talent; he never disappoints when it comes to creating trouble.

Aaron looked toward the east side of the tower where the shouts came from. "How much time can George and Fred buy him?"

"About twenty minutes," Ron whispered.

"That's better, at least we don't have to worry about the time."

George and Fred are still reliable; barring any unforeseen circumstances, Harry should be able to return safely.

As they spoke, Professor Ju and his students on the east side of the tower began to move downstairs, and the three of them followed suit without hesitation.

After attracting Dolores Umbridge's attention, George and Fred began to provoke him as they retreated downstairs.

They spread Portable Swamp in the corridor, making it particularly difficult for Dolores Umbridge to chase after it, and it finally stopped in the Entrance Hall.

"This is bad." Ron looked at his two older brothers, who were surrounded by the Inquisitorial Squad, his face full of worry. "I wonder how Dolores Umbridge will punish them."

"Punishment? She probably won't have that chance." Aaron said calmly, "The events before Easter were enough to prove that they both had thoughts of dropping out of school. Today, they should have made up their minds."

"Drop out?" Hermione's pupils widened slightly. "They're already in seventh grade. Isn't that a real shame?"

"For self-employed entrepreneurs, school certificates are unnecessary; their research on Pepper-Up Potion ' has been very successful, hasn't it?"

"Get out of my way, all of you."

Dolores Umbridge stormed over, and the students on the steps spontaneously made way for him.

She looked at the Weasley Twins standing in the middle of the Entrance Hall, her face full of smugness. "Do you guys think it's fun to turn the hallway into a swamp?"

"It's really fun," George said, without a trace of fear in his voice.

"Very good," Dolores Umbridge said. "You two will soon find out what kind of punishment you will receive for misbehaving at my school."

I didn't want to do this. When Argus asked me to do it, I was a little reluctant, but now I feel it's necessary to get the "Corporal Punishment Authorization" approved.

"So, Filch's dream has finally come true?" George said with a strange expression. "He wanted to do this many years ago, but... what a pity."

"Yes! It's such a pity, such a shame."

He's been maintaining those instruments of torture for a long time, but they never end up on us.

"Absolutely right, Fred."

I think we're no longer suited for full-time education.

"I completely agree. We should try our skills in the Reality Stone world."

"The broom Accio!" Fred and George said at the same time.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of something cutting through the air came from afar, growing closer and closer.

George and Fred gripped the two Flying Broomstick tightly in their hands, then mounted them and soared into the sky amidst the attention of the crowd.

"If you want to buy the Portable Swamp that was just shown, please come to 93 Diagon Alley."

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, our shop.

"As long as you swear to drive this old toad away with our products, you can enjoy a special discount," George added, pointing at Dolores Umbridge.

"Seize them!" Dolores Umbridge roared.

Before Dolores Umbridge capture them, he took to the sky, but the members of the Inquisitorial Squad had no time to prepare and could only watch them leave.

The students erupted in cheers, their admiration for the Weasley Twins growing rapidly. Even Peeves removed his hat and bowed, showing a rare sign of respect.

"This way of dropping out of school is unprecedented," Aaron remarked. "It's full of the attitude of a victor, and it also serves as a brilliant advertisement for their shop."

"It's...impressive." Hermione smiled, but her expression was slightly uneasy. "But I still think they should graduate normally."

"Hermione, you're being so insensible!"

Ron said unhappily, but he was now filled with pride.

George and Fred will probably become Hogwarts legends from now on, since he's the younger brother of the legendary Hogwarts.

"Harry." Aaron turned around with a half-smile, looking at Harry Potter, who was still panting heavily and whose face was slightly flushed. "It seems you've already seen him, haven't you?"

Harry glanced at Hermione and Ron, who were nodding at him, then nodded silently. "I asked a few questions, some... about my dad."

Aaron was a little surprised. James Potter has been gone for so many years, and I've never seen you care about him this much before!

"Hmm... judging from your distracted expression, the conversation probably didn't go very well!" Aaron said casually, then changed the subject, "But I don't care about that."

I meant to say that it was Professor Snape's business; he entrusted you to me, and I will now teach you Cerebral Sealing Technique.

"Really?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"That's great." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "You'll definitely be fine teaching him."

"How could Snape come up with this idea?" Ron said casually. "I should have just had you teach Harry."

"Tch! You're really overthinking it." Aaron waved his hand. "Harry and I are not related, so I wouldn't waste so much time teaching him Cerebral Sealing Technique."

"If Professor Snape hadn't contacted me and paid me, I wouldn't have bothered with it."

"It can't be that heartless!" Ron said.

"Am I being unreasonable?" Aaron asked with amusement. "They both know the importance of Cerebral Sealing Technique, but because of some conflict, they ignore each other."

"Especially you," Aaron said, pointing at Harry. "Is it so hard to say a few nice words and admit your mistake? It's not like you're teaching Cerebral Sealing Technique to others."

But it seems that in your opinion, saving face is more important than having your thoughts spied on by the Dark Lord.

"You don't understand the situation," Harry said awkwardly. "He looked like he was going to kill me."

Aaron frowned slightly. "What did you do?"

Harry hesitated, unsure how to begin.

"Let's talk about when classes start!" Hermione quickly changed the subject. "We need to be careful with the time and place. If Umbridge catches us again, we'll really have a hard time explaining ourselves."

"It's just the two of us this time, so we don't need to be so careful," Aaron said casually. "Starting next week, if we have time to go to the Transfiguration Class classroom in the evenings, we need to let Professor McGonagall know in advance."

"I was just in case."

"I have it." Aaron pointed to Abei. "One dragon on guard duty is absolutely foolproof."

Abei symbolically raised one claw, and the three of them twitched slightly at the corners of their mouths, but said nothing more. They had fully experienced the power of this dragon during the Christmas holidays.

Over the next few days, George and Fred seemed to have won over the students' faith, and their story of rebelling against Umbridge continued to circulate at Hogwarts.

Many people began to imitate their way of speaking and to play pranks in various ways.

The professors tacitly chose to turn a blind eye to this, while only Umbridge kept cleaning up the various messes.

One week later.

After dinner, Aaron took Harry to the Transfiguration Class professor's office, with Ron and Hermione following behind.

"What are you two doing here?" Aaron said with a hint of helplessness. "Let me make it clear beforehand, I'm only responsible for teaching Harry."

"We're just looking," Hermione said immediately, "Just to satisfy our curiosity."

"Hermione," Aaron said speechlessly, "I advise you to be honest."

"Actually, Harry was having another nightmare," Ron said. "I even heard him talking in his sleep last night, 'A little further ahead.'"

"They're catching the Golden Snitch," Harry said hastily. Now that he had the chance to relearn Cerebral Sealing Technique, he didn't want anyone else to worry about him.

"You need to be honest too, I need you to be honest."

"Honestly, what did you see in your dream?"

"They are indeed catching the Golden Snitch. I snatched it before Malfoy could in the Quidditch match."

"We won, right?" Ron asked with interest.

"Of course." Harry nodded seriously, looking quite pleased with himself.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Aaron clapped his hands and smiled meaningfully, "I appreciate your nonsense, but I hope you can still be this stubborn later."

Harry couldn't help but swallow, a wry smile creeping onto his lips as he thought about the training that was to come.

Aaron helped Harry to a chair and asked gently, "Are you ready?"

"Ready?" Harry said nervously, and then he saw Aaron draw his Wand.

"Wait a minute." Harry seemed to have thought of something. "Why don't you extract your memories?"

Before each training session, Professor Snape would extract his memories and place them in the Pensieve.

"Me?" Aaron couldn't help but laugh. "Professor Snape did that because he was worried that something might happen when he was teaching you, and that you would be able to peek into his memories."

But I don't want to go through that trouble. I've mastered the art of Cerebral Sealing Technique quite well, and with the Heart Concealment Technique technique passed down in my family, that's double insurance.

"Heart Concealment Technique?" Harry's eyes lit up. If there were other ways to avoid Voldemort spying on his mind, he could decisively give up Cerebral Sealing Technique, since having his memories spied on was definitely not a good thing.

"Teaching this doesn't require accessing someone else's brain, right?"

"No need," Aaron said thoughtfully. "The key to the Heart Concealment Technique is to shield your mind, just like how you resisted the Imperius Curse."

However, it is more advanced than the Cerebral Sealing Technique. In addition to defending against the enemy's Mind Extraction, it can also counterattack to a certain extent.

If anyone dares to invade my mind, I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget.

"I want to learn this?" Harry said immediately.

"I'm very sorry, I can't teach."

"Why?"

"Do you even know what family tradition means?" Aaron retorted irritably. "This magic was created by one of my ancestors with painstaking effort. I can't just teach it to you because you want to learn it!"

The Potter family certainly has its own inherited magic, but..."

"But my mother and I both died, and she didn't have time to pass it on to me," Harry said bitterly.

Aaron shrugged, then flicked his Wand. "Getting back to the point, are you ready?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Ready?"

Aaron smiled slightly and pointed his Wand at Harry's head without any hesitation, "Mind Extraction."

Images flashed through Harry's mind like they were on fast-forward.

Aaron also saw these memories. He could sense Harry's resistance, but it was nothing to him. He easily found Harry's dream from last night.

He walked down a long corridor, entered a circular room, a room filled with ticking sounds and flickering lights... and finally came to a large room filled with shelves piled high with various dusty glass marbles. He quickly walked to his seat in the ninety-seventh row...

"Ah!"

Harry was breathing heavily, his shirt was stained with sweat, and his forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

"Isn't that enough?" Ron said worriedly.

"I can stop at any time, but Voldemort won't be so merciful."

Don't worry, I have a limit. I'll stop when he can't take it anymore.

Half an hour later, Harry struggled to pick up his Wand and said, "Expelliarmus."

A white light shot out from the tip of the Wand, but was slapped away by Aaron and sent flying to the ceiling.

Harry fell off the chair, his gaze towards Aaron filled with resentment.

"I knew you'd look at me like that." Aaron shrugged helplessly. "But actually I've been very respectful of you. I didn't look at anything that involved your privacy."

"Should I thank you?"

"Do as you please. Not every Mind Extraction is as polite as I am," Aaron said meaningfully. "Quidditch Match, catching the Golden Snitch before Malfoy, that's a pretty good lie."

Harry blushed slightly, and before he could speak, Hermione glared at him angrily, "I told you you should have gone to Professor Snape to learn Cerebral Sealing Technique."

"I... I'm already learning, aren't I?" Harry said awkwardly, then looked at Aaron, "You see? Do you know what that place is?"

"Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries." Aaron tapped his chin. "The room Voldemort went to should be where the Prophecy Orb are kept. There are Prophecy made by most of the Magic World's Prophecy there. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be looking for a Prophecy."