Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Sensible." Aaron patted Abe's little head, and then carefully collected Phoenix's tears, "This is a holy medicine for healing, it's a pity that it fell on the ground."

Abe snorted coldly in disdain, and then put the feathers that he picked up one by one into his pocket in front of Fox.

Fenghuang suddenly cried even more sadly, and the speed of crying was much faster.

Harry on the side was also stunned seeing this scene, and couldn't think of any words to describe it for a while.

He had opened his eyes today. Aaron and Abbe's showmanship directly opened the door to a new world for him, and he didn't even need to pluck his hair, even tears.

And collecting its tears and feathers in front of Fox, the shrimp and pig's heart are not enough to describe, it is simply insane.

"This is a sad reminder. Dumbledore will be very angry when he comes back."

"No, it's just a little hair plucking."

"Is that a little bit?" Harry said speechlessly, "Fox is just a little bit better than a turkey now."

Aaron froze for a moment, then turned his head and gave him a thumbs up, "This is really just the right amount of compensation."

Before Harry could react, Abe handed Aaron another empty crystal bottle.

Originally, Phoenix's tears were almost shed, but Harry's words made Aaron collect another half bottle of tears.

"Okay, the harvest is full!" Aaron said with satisfaction, and Abe patted his pocket, feeling that today's trip was worthwhile.

Unable to bear it, Harry picked Fox up, gently placed him on a soft cushion, and filled him with some water to drink.

"Dumbledore will definitely not let us go when he comes back and sees it looking sickly." Harry wanted to cry without tears, "This time, you've made a lot of trouble."

"Don't worry, the self-healing ability of the phoenix is ​​exaggerated. To a certain extent, they are immortal creatures." Aaron said indifferently, "The damage to its body now is just that I don't want to recover.

But it doesn't matter, Abe, give it a cure. "

Abe hesitated for a moment, walked up to Fox reluctantly, and activated the healing ability.

The white magic circle floated above Fox, and after a while it fully recovered from the injury on its body. Except for the loss of some feathers, it was almost impossible to see that it had been injured.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously said, "What a loss!"

"What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing." Harry waved his hand immediately, and then looked at the messy headmaster's office, "Let's clean it up quickly, before Dumbledore comes back."

Aaron shrugged, then pulled out his wand, waved it towards the ground, and the gold and silver utensils flew back to their respective positions.

"It's done."

"Amazing magical talent." The Sorting Hat said, "It was right to sort you into Slytherin at the beginning, and your value has been fully reflected."

"Cut, if you don't want to take a bath, just shut your mouth."

"Ok."

Harry shook his head speechlessly, found a chair and sat down.

This was the first time he sat in the principal's office so casually, and he was able to tell Dumbledore about his dream immediately, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

In a daze, he found a cabinet that was not tightly closed, and bright silver light radiated from the gap.

Harry hesitated for a moment, walked over curiously, and opened the cabinet door.

Inside was a shallow stone basin with strangely carved rims filled with letters and runes.

There is no liquid in the basin, but wisps of silver light, they dance wantonly in the basin, creating beautiful ripples.

"Aaron, do you know what this is?"

"I know." Aaron nodded, "This is called a Pensieve, and I have one too.

This kind of magic item is not ordinary rare, it can store memory, avoid forgetting something over time.

People who store memories can also use it to observe their memories from a third perspective and find details that are easily overlooked. "

"Does that mean it contains Dumbledore's secret?"

"No, it can't be said to be a secret, it can only be said to be a memory.

No one puts a real secret in a pensieve, or it would be bad for others to see it. "Aaron said solemnly. He occasionally put some memories in the Pensieve, but those memories are not important, but it is a pity to forget them.

Harry stuck his wand in and gave it a stir.

The silver streamer slowly turned and became more transparent.

"It's not like that." Aaron said helplessly, "You have to get closer.

If you want to know about memories of Barty Crouch, just keep him in your mind. "

"Will there be any in here?"

"It might not have been there before, but Dumbledore will definitely pull out this part of the memory recently..."

Aaron's voice stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence, because Harry had stuck his head in.

"Crazy!" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, he hesitated for a while and pulled him back, "You are amazing enough, it is very dangerous to enter other people's memory without authorization, isn't the lesson Tom Riddle taught you enough? ?”

"Dumbledore is completely different from Voldemort." Harry panted heavily, "And I know a lot of useful things, Crouch, Karkaroff, Bagman and...Sney Professor Pu."

"What did you see?" Aaron frowned.

"Karkaroff's trial scene, he was arrested by Professor Moody, and Barty Crouch tried himself.

He wanted to reveal the names of other Death Eaters to leave Azkaban, but he was unlucky, and the few people who spoke were either dead or captured.

He also confessed..."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Severus Snape, Dumbledore said that Snape was his spy on Voldemort's side."

"Phew!" Aaron took a deep breath and looked at Harry seriously, "You will rot this matter to me, and never tell anyone else, including Sirius."

"Many people know that there were at least several hundred wizards in that trial."

"But there are also many people who don't know about it." Aaron said angrily, "At Hogwarts, hundreds of students don't know about it. If you spread the news, Professor Snape will be very troubled."

Harry nodded blankly, "I see."

"And then? Who did Karkaroff confess?

Not only did he come out of Azkaban, but he also became the headmaster of Durmstrang, so he could be regarded as famous. "

"You won't believe it, it's unbelievable.

Barty Crouch's son, Barty Crouch Jr., is a Death Eater. "

"Wait... are you sure you read that right."

"Absolutely not." Harry said with certainty, "Old Batty sent his son to Azkaban with his own hands, and his wife fainted in front of his wife. This is simply...too cruel gone."

Aaron was silent for a while when he heard the words, "Is there any more?"

"There is also Neville, whose parents were tortured by several Death Eaters with the Cruciatus Curse." Harry said with a heavy expression, "Professor Moody knows about it, he used it in front of Neville in Defense Against the Dark Arts class." The Cruciatus Curse should be to get him out of this nightmare."

"But he failed. Neville's face turned pale with fright."

"And Ludo Bagman, who was also accused of being a Death Eater."

"Are you kidding?" Aaron said in disbelief, "He can be a Death Eater like that, so Voldemort's selection standards are too low!"

Harry also deeply agrees with this. In his opinion, although Ludo Bagman is a bit annoying, he is fundamentally different from Death Eaters. At least he has absolutely no courage to go beyond the laws of the Ministry of Magic.

"Many people think so, so Ludo Bagman was released with almost no trial." Harry spread his hands, "I have seen so much so far, I can only say that it is worthy of Dumbledore's memory, casually A little leak would be enough to shock us for years."

Chapter 395 Relatives of the Warriors, Humanitarian Care

Crunch!

The oak door swung open.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Dumbledore walked in, and then looked at the two standing in front of his Pensieve in surprise.

"Professor." Harry said in a panic, "I know you shouldn't mess with your things, but the cabinet door is open, and this is the first time I've seen the Pensieve, so..."

"Curiosity is not a sin, but you should proceed with caution." Dumbledore sighed helplessly, "How do you know it's called a Pensieve?"

"Um... I have one too." Aaron held up his hand.

"I see." Dumbledore suddenly said, "Then before you fall into my thoughts, you have something to tell me, right?"

The two looked at each other, and Harry told Dumbledore about his dream in the divination class.

"Aaron suspected that Mr. Crouch was controlled by Voldemort with the Imperius Curse, but he got rid of the mind control by his own will.

After escaping to Hogwarts, he might... In my dream Voldemort said he was dead. "

Hearing this, Dumbledore was silent for a while, and said with emotion: "It seems that the investigation of the Ministry of Magic is destined to end without a problem."

"Fudge has always liked to deceive himself. He thinks that Barty Crouch and Bertha Jorkins have mental problems, and it is normal for them to disappear." Aaron made no secret of his contempt for Fudge, "All the Ministry of Magic can find is Two bodies, possibly no bodies at all."

"Professor." Harry said hesitatingly, "Do you think Voldemort has really become stronger?"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then nodded hesitantly, "All signs indicate that he is about to make a comeback, in a way I don't know, but there is no doubt that his strength is gradually recovering."

"Maybe there is something I should tell you." Aaron said meaningfully, "Professor Snape said some time ago that he lost some African snake bark and lacewing insects, which are the ingredients for compound soup."

A wise light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and many doubts were answered at this moment. Voldemort's men were hidden in Hogwarts through compound soup.

But more questions were on the table, because in this way, except for a few people, everyone else would be the object of suspicion, even a first-year little wizard.

"Mr. Gaius, thank you for this very helpful information."

"You're welcome." Aaron waved his hand and continued: "Voldemort wants to kill Harry Potter, and the third event is the best chance."

"Don't worry about this, I will send Moody to check the maze uninterruptedly.

I believe that during this period of time, you can almost understand his ability, not to say that it is infallible, but it is not far behind. "

Hearing this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

At present, besides Dumbledore, only Professor Moody can give him enough sense of security in Hogwarts.

"Okay, we should go." Aaron said, walking towards the oak door by himself.

Harry followed behind him, and the moment he walked out of the principal's office, he seemed to think of something, "Sir, if it's convenient, take care of Fox."

Dumbledore was a little confused, and then turned his head to look at the perched branch.

In the next moment, he almost popped his eyes out, his Fox could hardly see anyone.

"This...Aaron Gaius..." Dumbledore wanted to curse angrily, but only he and a loveless phoenix were left in the principal's office.

Aaron and Abe, who were walking towards the common room, shivered suddenly. They looked back at the principal's office in tacit understanding, as if they saw that the whole building was wrapped in a layer of black anger, and their guilt quickened. pace.

......

Time came to June, and the third event was getting closer.

Due to the Triwizard Tournament, this year's holiday time was postponed, and the exam time was also postponed.

Several participating warriors do not need to take the final exam, but the rest of them are hurrying to review.

In addition to diligently signing in every day, Aaron is practicing the magic circle with the mind body, and exchanging ideas from time to time to increase combat experience and skills.

Hermione and Ron often helped Harry practice spells at school, and Professor McGonagall gave them the right to use the Transfiguration classroom as a dedicated training room.

Harry also worked hard for this third project, working overtime every day in training, and mastered several spells in a short period of time.

Although the Iron Armor Curse is still somewhat inexperienced, but the Obstacle Curse, Crushing Curse and Stunning Curse are all handy.

This gave him a little more confidence in the maze, even if he couldn't beat the creatures inside, he still had the certainty of running.

The day before the competition, when the five warriors were tense, the freshly released "Daily Prophet" was sent to Hogwarts.

Aaron had developed a good habit of reading newspapers during this time, but he couldn't help but click his tongue secretly when he saw the headlines above.

Harry Potter - Distraught and emotionally dangerous.

The newspaper described Harry's performance in the Divination class in an extremely exaggerated way, and added some experts' speeches to give a series of distorted explanations for the pain of the scar on his forehead.

The final conclusion is that Harry Potter is a dangerous boy who likes to study black magic and is easy to lose control.

I have to say that Rita Skeeter's timing of publishing her works was quite precise. The news of this kind of explosiveness was released the day before the competition, and the newspapers were definitely sold well.

Harry was much calmer when he saw this newspaper. After all, he had been damaged several times, and his psychological quality should be improved.

"Compared to the previous two times, this time is not bad. At least I didn't cry alone in the dark night."

"How did Rita Skeeter know that your scar hurts during the divination class?" Hermione asked puzzled, "It's impossible for her to be there during the class!"