Chapter 486: High-Profile Dropout, Prophecy From the Department of Mysteries (1/2)

Chapter 486 High-profile dropout, prophecy of the Department of Mysteries

"Looking for Sirius?" Aaron's eyes widened in surprise, "Is he crazy?"

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

"You can see why he is looking for Sirius?"

"He didn't tell us." Ron said, "but he seemed to be very anxious and very important."

"Didn't tell you?" Aaron pouted, but the next moment he seemed to think of something, and his mouth twitched slightly, "He is now in Hogwarts. If you want to find Sirius, the only way is... the Floo network in Umbridge's office."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and nodded blankly.

"Damn!"

Aaron didn't know how to describe his current mood. He suddenly regretted agreeing to Professor Snape to teach Harry Potter brain occlumency.

This is a pure talent, and he has never disappointed people in terms of making trouble.

Aaron looked towards the east side of the tower where the shouting 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 time.

George and Fred are still very reliable. If nothing goes wrong, Harry should be able to come back safely."

As he spoke, the professors and students gathered on the east side of the tower began to move downstairs. The three of them did not hesitate and immediately followed the main force.

After George and Fred attracted Umbridge's attention, they began to provoke and retreat downstairs.

They sprinkled portable swamps in the corridor, making it particularly difficult for Umbridge to chase them, and finally stopped in the hallway.

"This is bad." Ron looked at his two brothers surrounded by the investigation team, his face full of worry, "I wonder how Umbridge will punish them."

"Punishment? I'm afraid she won't have this opportunity." Aaron said lightly, "The fireworks before Easter are enough to prove that the two of them have the intention to drop out of school. Today, they should have made up their minds."

"Drop out of school?" Hermione's pupils dilated slightly, "They are already in the seventh grade, isn't this a pity?"

"For those who start their own businesses, they don't need school certificates. Their research on quick-acting skipping sugar is very successful, isn't it?"

"Get out of my way."

Umbridge walked over angrily, and the students surrounding the steps consciously made way.

She looked at the Weasley twins standing in the middle of the hall, her face full of pride, "Do you think it's fun to turn the corridor into a swamp?"

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

"Very good." Umbridge said, "You two will soon know what kind of punishment you will receive for committing crimes in my school.

I didn't want this to happen. I was a little reluctant when Argus found me, but now I think it is necessary to pass the Whipping Approval Order."

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

"Yes! What a pity, what a pity.

He has maintained those torture instruments for a long time, but they can't fall on us."

"Absolutely right, Fred.

I think we are no longer suitable for full-time education."

"I agree. We should go to the real world to try our talents."

"Brooms are flying." Fred and George said at the same time.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of breaking through the air came from a distance, getting closer and closer.

The two flying brooms were held tightly in the hands of George and Fred. The two of them stepped directly on the brooms and flew into the sky under the attention of everyone.

"If you want to buy the portable swamp that was just displayed, please come to 93 Diagon Alley.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, our new store."

"As long as you swear to use our products to drive away the old toad, you can enjoy a special discount." George pointed at Umbridge and added.

"Catch them." Umbridge shouted angrily.

However, Umbridge wanted to catch them before they flew into the sky, but the members of the investigation team obviously had no time to prepare and could only watch them leave.

The students at the scene burst into cheers, and their admiration for the Weasley twins rose rapidly. Even Peeves took off his hat and saluted, showing rare respect.

"This way of dropping out is unprecedented." Aaron said with emotion, "It's full of the attitude of a winner, and it also makes a wonderful advertisement for their new store."

"It's quite...remarkable." Hermione smiled, but her expression was a little unnatural, "But I still think they should graduate normally."

"Hermione, you are ignorant!"

Ron said unhappily, he is full of pride now.

George and Fred will probably be legends of Hogwarts in the future, and he is the younger brother of the legend.

"Harry." Aaron turned around with a half-smile, looking at Harry Potter, who was still panting and blushing slightly, "It seems that you have met him, right?"

Harry glanced at Hermione and Ron who nodded at him, and then nodded silently, "I asked some questions, some...about my father."

Aaron was a little surprised. James Potter has been here for many years, and I have never seen you care so much before!

"Well... Seeing that you are absent-minded, I guess the conversation is not going well!" Aaron said lightly, and then changed the subject, "But I don't care about this.

What I want to talk about is Professor Snape. He handed you over to me, and I will teach you the brain block technique next."

"Really?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Great." Harry also breathed a sigh of relief, "It will be fine if you teach me."

"Snape actually came up with this idea." Ron said casually, "I should have just let you teach Harry."

"Tsk! You're really overthinking it." Aaron waved his hand and said, "Harry and I are not related, so I won't waste so much time teaching him brain occlumency.

If Professor Snape hadn't found me and paid me some money, I wouldn't bother to care."

"It's not that unkind!" Ron said.

"Am I unkind?" Aaron said playfully, "They both know the importance of Occlumency, but because of some conflict, no one cares about each other."

"Especially you." Aaron pointed at Harry and said, "Is it so difficult to say a few soft words and admit your mistakes? Occlumency is not for others to learn.

But it seems that in your opinion, face seems to be more important than having your mind peeped by the Dark Lord."

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

Aaron frowned slightly, "What did you do?"

Harry hesitated and didn't know how to start.

"Let's talk about when the class starts!" Hermione changed the subject in time, "The time and place must be carefully arranged. If we are caught by Umbridge again, it will be hard to explain."

"It's just the two of us this time, so we don't have to be so careful." Aaron said casually, "Starting next week, if you are free, go to the Transfiguration classroom at night. We have to say hello to Professor McGonagall in advance."

"I'm talking about just in case."

"I have it." Aaron pointed at Abe, "A dragon is on guard, absolutely foolproof."

Abe symbolically raised a claw, and the corners of the three people's mouths twitched slightly, but they didn't say anything else. They had fully experienced the power of this dragon during the Christmas vacation.

......

In the next few days, George and Fred seemed to have become the students' beliefs, and their stories of resisting Umbridge continued to circulate in Hogwarts.

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

In this regard, the professors tacitly chose to turn a blind eye, and only Umbridge kept cleaning up various messes.

A week later.

After dinner, Aaron took Harry to the Transfiguration class, and Ron and Hermione followed.

"What are you two doing here?" Aaron said helplessly, "I'll state in advance that I'm only responsible for teaching Harry."

"We're just taking a look." Hermione said immediately, "Just to satisfy our curiosity."

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

"Actually, Harry had a nightmare again." Ron said, "I heard him talking in his sleep last night, 'a little further forward.'"

"That was catching the Golden Snitch." Harry said hurriedly. Now that he had the opportunity to relearn the brain block technique, he didn't want others to worry about him anymore.

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

Tell the truth, what did you see in your dream?"

"It was indeed catching the Golden Snitch. I grabbed it before Malfoy in the Quidditch game."

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

"Of course." Harry nodded seriously, acting very serious.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

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

Harry couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he thought of the next training.

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

"Ready." Harry said nervously, and then saw Aaron draw out his wand.

"Wait." Harry seemed to think of something, "Aren't you going to pull out your memory?

Professor Snape would extract his memory and put it in the Pensieve before every training."

"Me?" Aaron couldn't help laughing, "Professor Snape did that because he was worried that something unexpected would happen when he taught you, so that you could peek into his memory.

But I don't need to go through so much trouble. I've learned the brain block technique pretty well, plus the heart-hiding technique inherited from my family, this is a double insurance."

"Heart-hiding spell?" Harry's eyes lit up. If there were other ways to avoid Voldemort's snooping into his brain, he could decisively give up the brain-hiding spell. After all, it was not a good thing to have someone snooping into his memory.

"I don't need to enter other people's brains to teach this, right?"

"No need." Aaron said thoughtfully, "The key to the heart-hiding spell is to shield your own mind, just like you resist the Imperius Curse.

However, it is more advanced than the brain-hiding spell. In addition to defending against the enemy's absorption of divine thoughts, it can also counterattack to a certain extent.

If anyone dares to invade my brain, I will let him know what it means to steal a chicken and lose a rice."

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

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

"Why?"

"Do you know what family inheritance is?" Aaron asked back unhappily, "This magic was created by one of my ancestors with great effort. I can't just teach you casually because you want to learn it!

The Potter family must have their own inherited magic, but..."

"But my parents are both dead, and they didn't have time to pass it on to me." Harry said bitterly.

Aaron shrugged and shook his wand, "Let's get back to the point. Are you ready?"

Harry took a deep breath, "I'm ready."

Aaron smiled and pointed his wand at Harry's head without hesitation, "Capture the divine mind."

Pictures flashed through Harry's mind like a fast-forward button.

Aaron also saw these memories. He could feel Harry's resistance, but this resistance was nothing in front of him. He easily found Harry's dream last night.

On a long corridor, he entered a round room, a room full of ticking and jumping light...Finally, he came to a large room full of shelves with various gray glass balls on them. He walked quickly to the 97th row...

"Ah!"

Harry gasped heavily, and there were some sweat stains on his shirt, and a layer of fine sweat beads on his forehead.

"Almost done!" Ron said worriedly.

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

Don't worry, I know my limits. I will stop when he can't hold on any longer."

After another half a minute, Harry struggled to pick up the wand, "Expelliarmus."

A white light shot out from the tip of the wand, but the next moment it was slapped by Aaron and flew to the ceiling.

Bang!

Harry fell off the chair, and looked at Aaron with more resentment.

"I knew you would look at me like that." Aaron shrugged helplessly, "But in fact, I already respect you very much. I didn't read those things that concern personal privacy."

"Then do I have to say thank you to you?"

"As you like, not every telepath is as polite as me." Aaron said meaningfully, "In the Quidditch match, I caught the Golden Snitch before Malfoy. This lie is well made up."

Harry's face was slightly red, and before he could speak, Hermione glared at him with an angry face, "I told you that you should go to Professor Snape to learn brain occlusion."

"I, I'm already learning it, right?" Harry said awkwardly, and then looked at Aaron, "You saw it, do you know where it is?"

"Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries." Aaron tapped his chin, "The room Voldemort went to should be where the prophecy ball is stored. There are prophecies made by most of the prophet in the magic world. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be looking for a prophecy."