Chapter 477: Death Eaters Escape Prison, the Truth About The Quibbler (1/2)

Chapter 477 Death Eaters escape from prison, the truth in "The Quibbler"

The Christmas holiday is over, and the fifth-year wizards are back to busy schoolwork.

Umbridge assigned them a lot of homework, which made it difficult to arrange D.A. courses.

Especially Harry had to go to Professor Snape's office every Monday night to take "Potions Class". Without this assistant, Aaron would feel very tired, so he decisively gave up the class time on Monday.

Except that Harry was injured, everything seemed to be on track.

However, these unhappy days did not last long, and were broken by a copy of the "Daily Prophet".

A collective prison break occurred in Azkaban.

Aaron couldn't help but take a breath just looking at this title.

The first thing he thought of was that Voldemort's diehards had returned to his side. With this group of elite Death Eaters, it would be easier for Voldemort to do what he wanted.

But when he saw the next sentence, his eyes showed contempt, "The Ministry of Magic is worried that Black is the leader of the Death Eaters.

Tsk! It's so funny, so ridiculous, Minister Cornelius is really good at shifting the blame!"

"Senior." Celine came over and asked a little stiffly, "When do we start training?"

"Are you stressed?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"I guess! The magic world is not peaceful now, and Hogwarts will not always be safe."

"I am very pleased with your awareness." Aaron looked at the illustrations in the newspaper. In addition to the ten escaped prisoners, there was also a severely damaged Azkaban and Dementors flying freely over the prison.

"Others must think so too. I guess everyone will work very hard in the next training."

Aaron nodded without comment. The students were motivated, and he, as a teacher, could also relax a little.

A few days later, the D.A. members gathered in the Room of Requirement.

Aaron took a newspaper and walked up to the podium, then enlarged the illustration and hung it on the blackboard.

"I think everyone knows the news a while ago.

Ten Death Eaters escaped from prison, which means something self-evident. The power of the mysterious man has been further strengthened, but... he got more than just ten powerful and loyal subordinates." Aaron paused, then pointed his wand at the Dementors in the illustration, and continued in a serious tone, "And them, the Dementors in Azkaban."

After the words fell, there was an uproar below, and Harry and the others seemed to have thought of something and their faces turned particularly ugly.

"Are you kidding me?" Zacharias asked doubtfully, "Hasn't the Dementors always been controlled by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Always?" Aaron shook his head disdainfully, "That's not very rigorous, because the Dementors served the Dark Lord before he lost power.

Dumbledore had previously warned Fudge that the Dementors would turn to the You-Know-Who, but he was confident about this, for the same reason you just said: the Dementors have always been under the control of the Ministry of Magic."

Zacharys opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"So, one bad news, the Dementors may be your future opponents." Aaron said indifferently, "and another good news, I will teach you the spell to fight the Dementors in the next few classes."

"Patronus Charm." George and Fraser said excitedly.

"Yes, I believe many of you can master this spell, but whether you can use it when a crisis comes is another matter."

Snap!

Aaron snapped his fingers, and a vivid Dementor appeared in front of everyone.

Harry subconsciously drew out his wand, "Expecto Patronus!"

White light emerged from the tip of the wand, and a doe flew in the air and crashed straight into the Dementor.

However, the doe went straight through the Dementor's body and had no effect at all.

"Calm down, this is just a simple illusion." Aaron said proudly, "I don't have a real Dementor to practice with you."

"Too realistic!" Harry removed his Patronus with an unnatural look.

"That's because you are too weak now. People who are stronger than me can naturally see through this illusion."

"Can you learn it?" Fred and George's eyes lit up, and the others looked at Aaron excitedly as if they had discovered a new world.

They all knew that illusions had no offensive power, but now it seemed that they were superficial. If this magic was used well, its practical value would probably be very high.

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

"I'm not trying to spoil the fun. Illusion requires talent, and in some ways it's more difficult than Transfiguration.

To put it bluntly, you'll have to invest more than a decade or even decades to make some achievements, but the problem is that the current situation won't give you that much time."

The enthusiasm of the crowd was dampened, and they could only regretfully give up their interest in illusion.

"Ahem! It seems that everyone has figured it out, so let's continue with the previous topic.

It is true that the Patronus Charm can repel Dementors, but this does not mean that you can rest assured after learning the Patronus Charm.

One Dementor may be repelled with the Patronus Charm, but... a group of them!" Aaron said with a meaningful smile, and the Dementor that was originally floating beside him also began to copy mode, and in just a few seconds, it became hundreds of them.

Dense black shadows flew around the room, and many students couldn't help swallowing their saliva even though they knew they were fake.

Snap!

Aaron snapped his fingers again, and all the Dementors disappeared, and the depression in everyone's hearts quickly dissipated.

"Everyone must remember this feeling, real Dementors are much more terrifying than this.

They will make you feel fear, cold, depravity, and even despair, and the premise of casting the Patronus Charm is a happy mood and a positive attitude.

Because of the negative characteristics of Dementors themselves, some wizards who can use the Patronus Charm don't even have the courage to raise their wands when facing them. These people died unjustly. I hope you won't have such a day. "

"But don't worry too much. An invisible Patronus can repel one or two Dementors, and a powerful physical Patronus can repel a group. Even the scene of a group of demons dancing in disorder just now can be dealt with.

And we have 30 students here. Even if only one can summon a physical Patronus in the battle, the situation can be saved. "

"Can you do it?" Luna raised her hand and asked.

"Of course I can." Aaron said very easily, "Not only can I do it, there must be someone among you who can do it. I even say that teaching you the Patronus Charm is to let you do this."

"No problem." Luna smiled lightly, "Can you teach us the spell? "

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

After making sure that everyone could recite the spell accurately, he handed the rest of the work to the teaching assistant Harry Potter, after all, that was what he did.

It was probably because the illusion created by Aaron seriously affected everyone's mentality. No one summoned a physical Patronus until the end of the get out of class. Luna, who performed the best, only summoned a few silver filaments.

"So tired!" Aaron pretended to wipe the non-existent sweat on his head. Abe, who was squatting beside him, was very sensible and took back his notebook with the magic circle, and took out a bottle of juice from his pocket.

"You are tired, but I am the one who is tired! "Harry said unhappily, especially when he saw Aaron drinking a drink comfortably.

Aaron just talked about a spell and theory, and he was basically responsible for the rest of the training.

Each student had different questions, but he had to answer them one by one, and then teach them step by step. In comparison, Aaron was so relaxed.

"Now I know I'm tired. I didn't think I would teach so many people at the beginning." Aaron said, "Besides, if I don't teach, you have to take on all the teaching tasks. I don't need to remind you of this!"

"Ah this..."

Harry was speechless for a moment.

Aaron really helped a lot, and they were the ones who dragged him into the water.

"That... I need to ask you something." Hermione changed the subject in time, "Do you know the brain block technique?"

"Huh?" Aaron frowned slightly, knowingly asking: "Why are you asking this?"

"Dumbledore asked Snape to teach me this magic." Harry said bitterly, "It can prevent Voldemort from snooping into my memory. "

"Hogwarts Castle is protected by magic, Voldemort has not been able to cross such a long distance to invade your brain."

"Normally, this is the case, but..." Harry hesitated, and mustered up the courage after a few seconds, "But you know, there is a connection between him and me."

"The blood of your enemy resurrects your enemy?" Aaron said meaningfully.

Harry shuddered when he recalled the scene of Voldemort's resurrection, and nodded in denial, "Every Monday night I go to his office to learn brain occlusion, but the effect is not very good.

I even feel that my condition is getting worse and worse. After learning brain occlusion, my scar often hurts severely, and I can even feel Voldemort's thoughts and emotions more clearly. "

"Oh!" Aaron suddenly realized, "Are you asking me if learning brain occlusion will make your brain more sensitive? Or is this a normal phenomenon?"

"Yes."

"Do you suspect that Professor Snape did not teach you with all his heart? "Aaron looked at him with a half-smile.

"I, no, I don't doubt it." Harry said hesitantly, his voice somewhat insincere, "I'm just a little worried. After all, I haven't learned the brain occlusion for so long, and this magic is of no help to me at present. On the contrary, Snape often enters my brain to check some...memories."

"Does Professor Snape use the divine mind to spy on your personal privacy make you feel uncomfortable?"

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

"Haha!" Aaron patted his shoulder, "I understand your feelings, but I can also tell you that there is nothing wrong with Professor Snape's training method.

It's normal that you can't accept it, but this is the fastest way to see results. You will naturally know how to defend yourself after being beaten many times. The same principle applies to brain occlusion.

Besides, it's better to have Professor Snape snoop on your memory than to have Voldemort control your mind!"

Harry:......

Perhaps because the Ministry of Magic put the blame on Sirius for the Death Eaters' escape, Harry and his friends finally couldn't bear it anymore and made an appointment with a reporter at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade to tell part of the truth about last June.

It is worth mentioning that this reporter is Rita Skeeter, a former reporter of the Daily Prophet. She didn't want to help at first. It would be fine if she didn't get paid, but it would be easy to offend people.

But who let Hermione catch her illegal Animagus handle? If she didn't help, she would have to go to Azkaban to enjoy the pure prison-style package.

In March, the article was officially published in the newspaper.

However, the Daily Prophet was in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, so they could only choose The Quibbler, which was of relatively ordinary reputation and quality.

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

Order of the Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor

Any student who carries The Quibbler magazine will be expelled immediately.

The above regulations are in accordance with Education Order No. 27

Signature:

Senior Inquisitor

Dolores Umbridge

......

Slytherin common room

Aaron looked at the notice on the bulletin board and shook his head speechlessly, "It seems that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has nothing to do.

It's okay that she doesn't teach anything in class, but she even controls what magazines students read."

"It's quite boring." Draco nodded in agreement, "But The Quibbler is really not that good. My dad doesn't let me read it, saying that it's full of messy things. You can find things that no one in the entire wizarding world cares about."

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

It seems that her father is the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler."

Draco's mouth twitched slightly, and he said speechlessly: "I am absolutely telling the truth. The Quibbler really has no value at all."

"Master, something happened, something big happened."

Crabbe and Goyle ran over breathlessly, their faces were pale, and they were holding a newspaper in their hands.

"I'm not dead yet, what can happen?" Draco said unhappily, and then looked at the newspapers in their hands, "The Quibbler, didn't Umbridge forbid us to read this stuff?"

Aaron laughed dumbly, "Notices are posted everywhere, it's obvious that she is trying to cover up something. If there was no content in The Quibbler that was unfavorable to her, she wouldn't have done this."

"It seems to make sense." Draco said afterward, "Give me the newspaper, I want to see what's written on it."

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and subconsciously clenched the newspapers in their hands.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh... Master, you have to be mentally prepared."

Hearing this, Draco frowned in confusion, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He quickly snatched the newspaper from Crabbe's hand, but after just a simple glance, his face became the same as Crabbe and Goyle, but then he was extremely angry.

"How dare he?"

"It seems that this newspaper is not only unfavorable to Umbridge, but also to Malfoy." Aaron said, and then took the second newspaper from Goyle, "Potter accuses... Potter points out the Death Eaters among us... The survivor of the attack by the mysterious man, the 15-year-old boy Harry Potter, accused the promising people in the magic world of being Death Eaters."

Looking at these headlines, Aaron couldn't help but take a breath.

He quickly browsed through them and confirmed that there was no content about himself. He suppressed the shock in his heart and turned his head to look at the three people sitting on the sofa opposite him who were silent but furious.

"You three, follow me."