A Sixteen-foot Giant

"Prophecy?" A string of question marks flew across Harry's head. "Not a weapon?"

"Weapons?" Aaron chuckled. "Your imagination is quite rich. For Warlock are used to using Wand, a powerful Wand is the best weapon."

The Department of Mysteries wouldn't consider Wand contraband, otherwise my great-uncle's Wand Shop would have closed down long ago.

Harry's lips twitched slightly, and he said with an awkward laugh, "I thought Voldemort was looking for a powerful weapon, like your gun."

"What kind of gun?" Ron asked curiously.

Aaron glared at Harry, but made no attempt to hide anything; after all, once the trump card was revealed, it was no longer a trump card.

"A weapon passed down from an ancestor of the Gaius family, it is considered one of his proudest achievements."

"That... is it the kind of gun I'm thinking of?" Hermione asked with a strange expression, "Muggle firearm?"

Aaron nodded, then stretched out his right hand, and a red Magic Array appeared in mid-air. He took out a Flintlock Pistol from it.

Hermione and Ron looked at the exquisite pistol with a hint of admiration in their eyes; it was the first time they had ever seen such a beautiful gun.

Harry couldn't help but swallow hard. He had witnessed the power of this gun firsthand; even his strongest magic couldn't compare.

"This is a weapon?" Ron said incredulously. "I would believe you if you said it was a work of art."

"That is indeed a weapon," Hermione gave him a wink, "But it's Muggle weapon."

"This gun is called the Lycoris," Aaron proudly introduced. "Every part of it is made of rare materials, a product of alchemy, Runic Script, and Magic Array."

Its base stats are slightly better than ordinary firearms, and its power will be further enhanced if infused with magic.

The more magic power injected, the stronger the power. With this, and the addition of specially made bullets, even Dragon can be effectively damaged.

Most importantly, only those it approves of, namely me, can use it.

"Can I see it?" Ron looked at Aaron expectantly.

"No, this is my personal property." Aaron refused decisively, and then placed the Lycoris in his Costume Change Space.

"But why would Voldemort need a Prophecy?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Wouldn't it have been better to spend that time finding a powerful Wand?"

"You can't say that. In some aspects, the value of Prophecy far exceeds your imagination," Aaron said very seriously. "Let me give you a simple example. If the Prophecy Orb records the location of a powerful weapon, whoever obtains it will have invincible power."

The three exchanged glances, seemingly understanding why Voldemort wanted to go to the Department of Mysteries.

"We need to find a way to notify Dumbledore," Harry said seriously.

"Do you think he doesn't know?" Aaron retorted. "Where was Mr. Weasley injured?"

"Even if Dumbledore arranged for protection, it's not entirely foolproof. If we can get our hands on that Prophecy first..."

"You're worrying about things almost Dumbledore," Aaron waved his hand impatiently. "Don't underestimate our headmaster. If you can think of this, how could he not?"

"That's right." Hermione nodded in agreement. "Harry, don't think about that right now. What you should be doing is learning Cerebral Sealing Technique."

Aaron shrugged and then helped Harry sit down in the chair.

"First training session, are you ready?"

"I..."

"Mind Extraction."

Harry started shouting again, and everything in front of him vanished in an instant.

Professor Snape was teaching him Cerebral Sealing Technique when he had to leave midway... He lay in Snape's Pensieve, watching the wandering memories... His father, Sirius Black, amused himself by hanging Snape upside down in mid-air, while the Gryffindor Prefect, Remus Lupin, sat silently beside him...

"No, you can't look at this."

Harry fell again, kneeling on the ground in pain, and whispered mournfully, "How could you look at this?"

"Ha! Harry, do you think you have the right to say that to me?"

Harry was speechless. As someone who had been peeping into other people's memories, he certainly had no right to criticize others.

"I finally understand why Professor Snape dislikes you so much." Aaron clicked his tongue meaningfully. "The sins of the father are visited upon the son. The grievances you suffered in Potions Class were not unjust."

Harry gave a bitter smile. "I only recently realized this myself."

"So you went to Sirius Black to find out who your father was?"

Harry nodded noncommittally. "Sirius Black and Professor Lupin both had high opinions of him; they were just young and naive..."

"Hehe! That's a really good reason."

"Does a child's lack of understanding give them the right to hurt others?"

"Sirius Black and Lupin are also very regretful," Harry said guiltily. "They both admitted that they made a mistake."

"It's a shame they haven't apologized," Aaron remarked. "No wonder the first thing Professor Snape did after meeting Sirius Black two years ago was to have him arrested in Azkaban."

But these are their private matters, and have nothing to do with me.

"What did they do?" Ron asked curiously. "It seems to have something to do with Professor Snape?"

"You want to know?" Aaron looked at him with a half-smile. "Believe me, once you know this, I'll erase your memory first."

Ron gave a sullen laugh. "Never mind."

"Tch!" Aaron snorted. "Harry, you tried to resist just now. It would have been more effective to clear your mind and emotions. It's best not to have too much emotional fluctuation."

"I tried my best."

"I can feel it, it's because your efforts are not enough."

This is Hogwarts, which can protect your brain to some extent. Once you leave, the environmental barriers will no longer exist, and it won't be difficult for Voldemort to read your mind again.

"You mean Harry needs to learn Cerebral Sealing Technique before the holidays?" Hermione asked.

"That's what I mean." Aaron tapped his Wand. "Can we continue?"

"He needs rest," Ron couldn't help but say.

"He's been resting for three minutes," Aaron said calmly. Meeting two angry gazes, he sighed helplessly, "I shouldn't have let you two come in the first place."

Take a 10-minute break, and I'm looking forward to seeing how you perform after that.

Harry gave an awkward laugh and lay back in the chair, trying to relax as much as possible.

After several more training sessions, they finally stopped just before curfew.

Aaron wasn't too satisfied with Harry's learning progress; there was almost no improvement after a whole night. That's how Cerebral Sealing Technique; unless Harry suddenly grasps the essentials, he can only improve step by step.

"I hope you don't have any more nightmares tonight."

"I'll try!" Harry said weakly, lacking confidence.

It's the first weekend of May.

The final match of the Quidditch season has officially begun: Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.

With George and Fred dropping out, Gryffindor had to replace two Beater, greatly weakening their team. Fortunately Harry, the Seeker, was still there, and they managed to make it to the final.

Logically, the Gryffindor House Team's opponent should have been the Slytherin House Team, but since most of the members of the Inquisitorial Squad were Slytherin, the students, out of hatred for them, threw some prank items at them.

This resulted in four out of the seven players being unable to perform normally, and relying solely on Draco and the other two was simply not enough to turn the tide.

Aaron watched the game casually from the stands, but couldn't help laughing when he saw Harry go easy on Cho Chang while searching for the Golden Snitch.

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione asked, frowning slightly.

"Nothing, I just thought of some interesting things."

"The senior is probably laughing at Harry Potter," Xilin interjected. "He is quite interesting, though. He knows the Gryffindor goalkeeper is unreliable, yet he still has the mood to play games with the Ravenclaw Seeker."

"Harry can distinguish between what's important and what's not, so he'll definitely win in Gryffindor."

Moreover, Ron will gradually improve; he will definitely become a qualified goalkeeper.

"Maybe! But if Harry Potter keeps playing like this, even if he wins, the point difference probably won't be that big."

Hermione:...

At that moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of them. Hagrid looked at Aaron and Hermione somewhat nervously and said, "There are some things I want to talk to you about."

Now?

"Yes, now." Hagrid nodded very seriously, "While they're still playing."

"This looks important!" Aaron stood up and noticed that Hagrid looked much more haggard than when he came from the Giant Tribe. "What happened to you? Did you fight with Troll again?"

"It's a little more serious than that."

Don't ask any more questions, just come with me.

"Beat it!"

"And what about me?" Xilin pointed to herself.

"Of course I'll just watch your match obediently." Hermione smiled smugly. "Hagrid didn't do anything to you."

"Senior, aren't you going to say something for me?" Xilin said, looking aggrieved.

Aaron rolled his eyes. "I don't like causing trouble for others, so... you should just watch the game!"

Xilin snorted, glared at Aaron, and then turned and left the audience.

"Sorry," Hagrid said guiltily, "You'd better explain this to your girlfriend."

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he was about to say something when Hermione explained for him, "That's not his girlfriend, at most she's an admirer, the kind that's everywhere in Slytherin, no, in Hogwarts."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to say it like that?" Aaron asked with a strange expression.

"I'm right in saying !"

Hagrid led them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, then took a crossbow from a tree. "Come in quickly, before anyone notices."

The two exchanged a glance and followed closely behind Hagrid.

"Where are you taking us?" Hermione asked.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Tap! Tap! Tap!

A sound of hooves approached, and a group of Centaurs galloped past in the distance.

"I've never seen Centaurs so enraged," Hagrid said, somewhat angrily. "They're already dangerous enough, but if the Ministry of Magic shrinks Centaurs territory further, they'll launch a full-scale riot."

"So... you brought us here because of these Centaurs?" Aaron asked in surprise. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we can be of much help."

"No, not Centaurs." Hagrid shook his head dismissively. "They'll only complicate things."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"That means things are even more complicated than the rioting of the Centaurs." Aaron's lips twitched slightly. "Are you sure we can handle this?"

Hagrid remained noncommittal, his voice trembling with a hint of tears, "I didn't want to trouble you, but Dumbledore is gone, and I could be fired at any time. So I had to entrust him to someone else."

"Him?" Aaron was taken aback. "Who are you talking about? A human or some kind of ferocious Fantastic Beasts?"

Hagrid didn't answer, but just sighed slightly and led the way on his own.

They ventured deeper and deeper into the Forbidden Forest, where the trees along the path grew denser and the light gradually dimmed.

"Are we there yet?" Hermione as she walked through a thicket of thorns, her arms now covered in scratches.

"We still have a little further ahead. You all need to stay close behind me and not fall behind."

Several tens of minutes later, as they entered the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's speed slowed down.

In the dim light, Hermione could only see a huge black shadow in front of her, but Aaron, with his extraordinary eyesight, could see the true face of the shadow very clearly.

"Ha! Hagrid, that's no joke."

Hagrid nodded, his face showing obvious unease and sadness.

"I know, but I really have no other choice."

Umbridge is constantly trying to get rid of me; she blames everything related to Fantastic Beasts on me.

"She's certainly capable of doing this, but he..." Aaron pointed at the dark figure, "You can't control him, are you sure we can?"

"He's already learned some of the rules," Hagrid said anxiously. "And I can't abandon him; he only has me left."

Aaron sighed helplessly, "Even if you say that..."

"Please," Hagrid said, choking back tears. "Just talk to him whenever you have a spare moment, so he doesn't feel lonely."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"You'd better be mentally prepared." Aaron took out his Wand and gave it a gentle shake.

A white ray of light flew from the tip of the Wand and stopped above the shadow.

Under the white light, Hermione finally saw what the shadowy figure was. Her face turned pale, and she took several steps back. Fortunately, Aaron was there to support her, otherwise she would have fallen to the ground.

On a barren piece of land, many tree trunks and branches formed a huge fence, and inside the fence was a Giant about sixteen inches tall.

The Giant lay motionless on the ground, seemingly asleep, emitting a very rhythmic rumbling breathing sound.