Chapter 597: From Covering Everything with One Hand to Being Lawless, Dumbledore's Era Is over (1/2)

Chapter 597 From covering the sky with one hand to lawlessness, Dumbledore's era is over

The three Death Eaters turned into black smoke and floated into the sky. Abe turned back to a harmless appearance and jumped into Claire's arms.

"Repair as before!" Aaron walked out of the compartment and waved his wand at the gap in the train.

The big hole on the top of the carriage and the cracks on the wall of the carriage seemed to have been reversed and restored to their original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The train slowly started, and dense whispers sounded in the aisle, discussing what had just happened.

The senior students nodded to him, and some directly raised their thumbs. The junior students showed respect and blushed unconsciously when they met his eyes.

Aaron sighed slightly and missed Harry Potter inexplicably.

Although the savior has no ability, he will be the focus as soon as he appears, and will automatically attract everyone's attention. But now... he really doesn't want to be famous. Being low-key is his principle.

But it doesn't matter. He is even more threatening to the Death Eaters than Harry Potter. Even if he wants to keep a low profile, the Death Eaters who control Hogwarts probably won't allow him to do so.

Besides, this last school year is accompanied by darkness and chaos, so more prestige may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Claire half-jokingly said, "How do you feel? You've gained a bunch of fans on the first day of school."

"Not so good?" Aaron sat down unhappily, "I haven't even arrived at Hogwarts and I've already been hit by a wave of intimidation. It's conceivable that the days ahead will definitely not be easy."

"Yeah!" Neville nodded disappointedly, "They really have it all their own way. Barty Crouch Jr., a murderer, can actually represent the Ministry of Magic."

"You've grown a lot after the battle at the Department of Mysteries, but you still lack understanding of politics." Aaron explained with a smile, "Voldemort controls the Ministry of Magic, the largest power institution, so the power of law and trial naturally falls into his hands.

In other words, he has the final say on right and wrong, and it's much easier than you think.

Mistrials, wrongful imprisonment, making up for one's mistakes, and even going undercover to fight against the dark forces, etc., can all be his reasons for turning black into white."

Hearing this, Neville widened his eyes in astonishment, and Ginny and Luna's expressions were also a little unnatural.

They knew the situation was serious, but they didn't expect it to be so serious, which was beyond their imagination.

The Ministry of Magic and the magic world, there is only one word difference, but there is a world of difference.

But Voldemort only controlled the Ministry of Magic, why does it feel the same as controlling the magic world.

"This is not covering the sky with one hand, this..." Neville struggled to organize his words, "It's simply lawlessness."

"That's not the case, but if no one stops it, lawlessness is only a matter of time."

"How to stop it?" Neville asked subconsciously.

"It's very simple." Aaron raised two fingers, "The first is to believe in the prophecy. When Harry defeats Voldemort, the Dark Lord will die, and his forces will naturally fall apart."

"What about the second?" Ginny asked.

"The second is Dumbledore's resurrection." Claire interrupted, "or someone as powerful as Albus Dumbledore stood up to resist Voldemort.

As long as the Ministry of Magic is reoccupied, the situation in the wizarding world will return to the time when Dumbledore was still alive."

"Yes, that's what I was going to say."

"But where can we find someone!"

"It's not that there is none." Claire glanced at Aaron.

"Fuck!" Aaron's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately responded with his eyes: Don't make such a joke, I don't want to confront Voldemort so early.

"Who?" Luna looked at Claire expectantly and asked.

"Hmm..." Claire thought for a while, "The first people who followed Dumbledore, each of them has a good fighting power.

They may not be Voldemort's opponents alone, but he has to avoid his edge when they join forces."

"Wait." Neville said with some doubt, "The youngest of them must be eighty years old!"

"That's right, half of their body is buried in the ground, and they are willing but unable to do anything.

Many of them have retired, and they are not even in the UK.

This leads to them not taking action easily, not because they don't want to, but because their bodies don't allow it."

Ginny thought, "Once they take action, it means they have to fight desperately, right?"

"You can understand it that way."

"We can only rely on Harry." Neville sighed lightly, letting those old predecessors go to the battlefield to gamble their lives, the condemnation of their conscience alone is enough for them to regret for a lifetime.

"By the way, why did you let Abe do it just now?" Luna asked in confusion, "I remember you didn't want it to be exposed?"

"It has been exposed a long time ago." Aaron said helplessly, "Quite a number of Death Eaters know that I have a dragon.

Since it is meaningless to hide it, it is better to take it out directly, at least it can increase the deterrent effect."

......

As night fell, the Hogwarts Express stopped at Hogsmeade Station.

Hagrid still held a lantern and greeted the first-year students to take a boat across the river, while the second-year students and above took the carriages pulled by the Thestrals and rushed to Hogwarts Castle first.

It was no different from previous years, but the atmosphere was particularly depressing.

Some Death Eaters and Dementors were guarding in the dark, but they were not there to protect the students, but more to prevent them from escaping.

When they came to the entrance hall, Professor McGonagall, who looked slightly pale, stood here.

The vice-president forced a stiff smile and watched the students walk towards the Great Hall. She wanted to say hello or say something, but she didn't know how to start.

"Professor, don't think about comforting or encouraging them." Aaron said softly, "No matter how many precautions you say, it can't compare to a day's personal experience."

"Thank you, Mr. Gaius." Professor McGonagall rubbed her eyes bitterly, "Hogwarts shouldn't be like this. You are just a group of children and shouldn't suffer these...wrong educations."

Aaron sighed softly, not knowing how to comfort.

Minerva McGonagall has taught at Hogwarts for decades, and few people can match her feelings for this school.

But suddenly everything changed. Dumbledore died, the Death Eaters took power, and the education style of Hogwarts also changed dramatically.

It's normal for her to find it hard to accept, but she can't leave.

If these teachers leave the school in anger, it's equivalent to abandoning their students. The Death Eaters will completely master the education of wizards. In the long run, what future do students have?

"Professor, the situation is indeed very bad, but there is still hope." Claire said, "If you believe me, please wait for a while, okay?"

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then carefully looked around, and after confirming that there were no ears and eyes, she lowered her voice and said, "You also believe that Harry will come back, right?"

"Professor." Claire was amused, "Harry will definitely come back, but that's not what I want to say."

"What is it?"

"Well...can I say it?

Just reveal a little bit, it won't affect the overall situation."

"Alas!" Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "As long as you are happy."

"I knew you wouldn't refuse . "Cria raised her toes and kissed Aaron's face, and then mysteriously went to Professor McGonab from mysteriously," Dumbledore did the arrangement before death. " "I can't tell you, at least before Christmas. But if there is any troubles that can't be solved, you can come to discuss with Aaron." "Cough! Don't say the second half sentence." Aaron wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. This is not difficult for you. "" Ah ... I think about it, it is almost the same as the situation! " "Okay, it's almost time, you should go to the hall."

The two finally walked into the hall and sat calmly in front of the Slytherin table.

Professor Snape, wearing a dignified black wizard robe, sat in Dumbledore's former seat, with the Carrows on his left and right.

Perhaps because of the presence of these two Death Eaters, the other professors sat upright in their respective seats, and even the students of the four colleges kept quiet tacitly.

"This atmosphere is really weird, it feels dead.

It wasn't like this when Dumbledore was still alive."

"Bear it! It's only an hour or two."

The two voices were very soft, but now the hall is so loud that you can hear a pin drop, almost everyone can hear it.

The Carrows frowned tightly, and a hint of coldness appeared in their eyes.

Good guy, there are really blind people.

What do you mean by saying this? Don't you know that Dumbledore's era is over?

Just when I don't know how to establish my authority, someone really brought me a pillow when I was sleepy.

However, their eyes fell on the Slytherin table, and when they saw the source of the sound, their faces twitched.

You can show your authority anytime, there is no need to kick the iron plate!

Hogwarts is indeed controlled by the Death Eaters, but this pair of dogs and bitches is an exception.

The man can't beat them. Although Aaron is unlikely to attack them due to the contract, his pet is a sword hanging over their heads.

Once he is pushed to the edge, he will face an angry dragon.

The woman can't be provoked. Behind Claire is a powerful wizard family, powerful enough to change the existing pattern of the magic world.

If they dared to attack her, Voldemort would probably attack them first.

The brother and sister looked at each other and pretended not to hear anything.

After a while, Hagrid returned to the hall and glared at Snape angrily before sitting in his seat. Then Professor McGonagall led the first-year wizards in.

Most of the young wizards looked at the ceiling curiously, looking forward to the future magic courses, but some of them looked at the ground nervously, even trembling with fear, as if they knew how difficult their future days would be.

"Okay, those whose names I read come forward." Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment and called the roll as in previous years.

"Wait." Amycus interrupted, "Don't forget to check their bloodline certificates."

"I didn't forget, of course I didn't forget, this list has been checked by the Ministry of Magic, and there is a clear division of bloodlines." Professor McGonagall looked grim, "Do you think Yaxley will apply for bloodline certificates for young Muggle-born wizards?"

"Yaxley won't do that, but there is no guarantee that there won't be one or two fish that slip through the net." Alecto teased, "After all, there are still some pure-blood traitors in the Ministry of Magic that haven't been cleaned up."

Alecto emphasized the pronunciation of "pure-blood traitors" and glanced meaningfully at the long table of Gryffindor, making Neville and others gnashed their teeth.

"I hope there are no fish that slip through the net here." Professor McGonagall said, taking a deep breath, "The sorting ceremony continues, Jonathan Brooke."

A skinny boy sat stiffly on a stool, and Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on his head.

"Ravenclaw!" the sorting hat shouted.

The Eagle Dean's table burst into applause, welcoming their first freshman of the year.

"Walker Mitchell."

"Gryffindor!"

"Ted Diesel."

"Slytherin!"

......

Every time a name was read, the corresponding college's long table would applaud enthusiastically.

But gradually the applause became smaller and smaller, because Amycus and Alecto would carefully examine each student.

Slytherins, who value bloodlines, were completely relieved. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were just a simple glance, but Gryffindor's freshmen were given special attention. The cold eyes even scared a little witch with pigtails to tears.

After the sorting ceremony, each college was assigned more than a dozen freshmen.

Although Muggle-born wizards were not eligible to go to school, Hogwarts lost some students, but the new policy of the Ministry of Magic required that wizards who enrolled must receive education, which added a part of the students, and it was almost the same as before.

"Ahem!" Snape walked to the microphone and coughed twice, then said expressionlessly: "I believe you have all read the latest Daily Prophet. After our former headmaster Albus Dumbledore was killed by the notorious most wanted criminal Harry Potter..."

"Lie!" Hagrid cursed indignantly, "Harry will never harm Dumbledore."

"Rubeau Hagrid." Snape glanced back at Hagrid, "I know you have a good relationship with Harry Potter, but this is not a reason for you to defend him.

If he is really wronged, why not go to the Ministry of Magic to explain it clearly? I believe the Ministry of Magic will give him justice."

"That's because..." Hagrid stopped talking halfway, and Professor Flitwick, who was sitting next to him, quietly cast a silencing spell, and Professor McGonagall also shook his head slightly at him.

Hagrid is a straightforward person, but they dare not let him speak out at this time, otherwise he will have to go to Azkaban for trial before tomorrow.

"You're lucky." Professor Snape said calmly, "Be careful when you speak next time. If you want Hogwarts to change the professor of Care of Magical Creatures, you can speak without restraint."