A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Under the warm sunshine on the weekend, the Three Broomsticks pub is bustling and particularly lively. Students from third grade and above filed in and ordered a glass of butterbeer. Then, run to every corner of Hogsmeade Village.

Harry and Ron habitually sat together at the table in the corner. The tavern proprietress, the still-charming Madame Rosmerta, gave them an extra plate of biscuits.

"Ron, I remember you always staring at her." Harry glanced at Ron, with a teasing smile on his lips.

His eyes secretly drifted towards the boss's wife's eye-catching huge body, and he couldn't help but blush slightly. One night, he even heard Ron talking in his sleep about Rosmerta.

"No! Never!" Ron's voice contained a trace of imperceptible nervousness, and he shook his head awkwardly, firmly denying Harry's statement.

Just as the two were about to argue, the door of the tavern was pushed open and a group of people poured in. The leader was Rogge of Slytherin, followed by Malfoy, Neville, and the mysterious members of the Jackdaw Magical Society.

Especially the silver-haired Veela who accompanied Neville. Her beauty was like the brightest star in the night sky, and she attracted the attention of every wizard in the tavern as soon as she appeared.

Harry gestured to Ron, and the two of them moved to a more hidden corner in tacit agreement to spy on them.

"Draco, you are free, Hermione and I will accompany Neville up." Rogge turned around and said.

"Huh?" Draco's voice was full of disappointment, "Can't we stay and watch the treatment process?"

"Absolutely not!" Rogge flatly refused and said with an unquestionable authoritative tone, "I understand your concern for Neville, but your participation in this matter ends here."

"How about the scarab I asked you to catch?"

"Here, we dug a jar." Draco quickly pulled out a glass vial filled with wriggling bugs.

Harry and Ron were both on guard. They looked at each other and said in unison: "There is a conspiracy."

Ron lowered his voice and asked, "Harry, are you wearing the invisibility cloak?"

"Always have it with me." Harry nodded. Not only did he bring the invisibility cloak, but he also brought the dagger that Sirius had given him for Christmas.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone in the pub was attracted by the silver-haired girl, Harry and Ron quickly threw themselves under the cover of the invisibility cloak and quietly followed Roger upstairs.

They seemed to have become ghosts in the air, carefully clinging to the wall. Every plank on the stairs made a faint protest beneath their feet, but fortunately these small sounds were muffled by the din of the tavern.

"You guys sit down first, I'll go down and bring some food." Roger handed a stack of documents to Hermione and deliberately opened the door.

Harry and Ron were standing at the handrail of the stairs. If Rogge walked down, he would definitely bump into them. The two looked at each other and pressed against the wall cautiously, not even daring to breathe. They secretly prayed that they would not be noticed by the other party.

Although Rogge couldn't see them, he vaguely felt two weak magic waves in front of him. In addition, after years of potion training, his sense of smell is far sharper than ordinary people.

"Harry? Ron?" Rogge's heart moved. He deliberately walked to the invisibility cloak and shouted downstairs: "Ms. Rosmerta, could you please bring some food up?"

"How about freshly baked waffles?" the lady boss responded enthusiastically.

"That couldn't be better. Thank you so much." Roger took a plate of steaming waffles and glanced at Cedric, who had just arrived at the tavern.

He deliberately chatted with the landlady for a while and ordered a few extra cans of beer to make sure everything went according to plan. .

At this time, there seemed to be only four people in the room, but there were actually seven. Roger calmly put the food on the table, turned to Hermione and asked, "How do you see the file?"

"Is everything written in it true?" Hermione spoke with a trembling tone, her sympathetic eyes drifting towards Neville from time to time.

The first friend she made in the wizarding world was Neville. On the express train, he was carrying a toad named Leif, who looked a little silly. After school started, the entire Hogwarts knew that Neville was a little wizard who was often forgetful.

Hermione had always thought that Neville's amnesia was just a natural flaw. It wasn't until she saw the files that Rogge brought that she realized that there was such a tragic truth hidden behind them.

Neville was not born with amnesia, but was left with incurable sequelae due to the cruel torture of the Death Eaters. According to records, his parents were also tortured mad by Death Eaters.

Neville noticed Hermione's sympathetic gaze and felt panic in his heart. He asked eagerly: "What is specifically written in it? Tell me!"

Hermione shook her head hastily, trying to hide her emotions with a smile. "Nothing, nothing," she said, hiding the file behind her. However, her mood could not calm down for a long time.

Rogge stepped forward and comforted him: "Neville, after your amnesia is cured, I will personally hand over these files to you."

As he spoke, he unscrewed the glass bottle and used his wand to guide a scarab out. At the same time, he ordered: "Delvina, if Neville overreacts in a while, you must comfort him in time."

"No problem." Veela nodded quickly and held Neville's hand under the table, giving him silent support.

"I need to use the Unforgivable Curse to stimulate you." Rogge looked at Neville, his voice gradually turned gloomy, "The Cruciatus Curse."

Neville swallowed. Trying to sound brave: "I know what the spell is."

Roger waved his wand, and the curtains closed immediately, plunging the room into darkness. Only the candles on the cabinet floated up under the guidance of the wand, releasing a strange green cold light.

Neville's body tensed involuntarily, and his eyes flashed with fear.

Rogge pointed his wand at the scarab, and said the spell in a gloomy and cold voice: "Cereus!"

The weird light and shadow coupled with the weird voice make the Cruciatus Curse even more terrifying. Others in the room even wondered whether Rogge had other identities, such as being an evil dark wizard.

The whole room fell into an unprecedented silence and solemnity, except for the poor scarab, writhing in pain on the table, its body twitching constantly.

It made a faint hoarse moan that echoed in everyone's mind. Neville closed his eyes tightly and his face was as pale as paper, as if he was enduring great pain.

The power of the spell continued to permeate the room, and Rogge continued to torture the scarab with the Cruciatus Curse. The rustling sound, like the cry of evil spirits from the depths of hell, made everyone present feel uncomfortable.

Under the invisibility cloak, Harry and Ron exchanged nervous and excited glances, with triumphant smiles on their faces. They knew that they had finally caught the evidence that Rogge was a dark wizard: he had used the Unforgivable Curse!

Now, they just need to tell the Headmaster about the discovery and let the Ministry of Magic investigate Rogue's wand. When the time comes, his crimes will be exposed and the evil Travis will be brought to justice!

"He will definitely be expelled from Hogwarts, or even imprisoned in Azkaban!" Harry and Ron thought happily, righteous anger surged in their hearts, and they wished they could howl a few times now to vent their inner joy.

However, they must endure it and find a chance to leave the tavern.

From the other corner of the room, Cedric observed everything silently. His eyes followed Rogge's movements of waving the wand intently, and he secretly memorized the incantation and chanting rhythm of the Cruciatus Curse in his mind.

He imagined how to use the Cruciatus Curse against Harry in the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, with a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Harry Potter, you are going to be great in the third game. I will slowly torture you until you are like a scarab, and finally you will be crushed by my foot." He thought proudly.

"Longbottom, where is he! Tell me, where is he!" Rogge imitated Bella's crazy tone and continued to chant the Cruciatus Curse.

"I count to 3. Otherwise, they will also experience the torture of the Cruciatus Curse. Oh, they are so small, will they be killed by the pain? Or are they too young to feel the pain at all?" Rogge pinched it. A scarab larva coldly announced: "It seems that you have made a decision and gave up on them!"

"3!" Rogge's voice sounded, and Neville's body twitched involuntarily.

He quickly signaled to Dravina with his eyes, asking her to hold Neville tightly and prevent him from moving.

"2!" Rogge's voice sounded again, and Neville struggled wildly. His memory was like a captive beast, constantly hitting the barrier of his soul.

"Heart-breaking!" Rogge shouted suddenly, without reading the last number at all.

This is a little trick to break through psychological defenses. First set a critical time point for the opponent, and when he enters a state of hesitation and preparation, he suddenly launches an offensive in advance. In this way, Neville's psychological defense can be quickly broken through.

Two dazzling green lights swept across the darkness and accurately hit the other two scarabs on the table. The light reflected from the table made Rogge's face even more terrifying.

This sudden spell directly broke through Neville's subconscious. Those suppressed memories poured out instantly like a flood that broke through a dam.

"No, Dad! Mom!" Neville yelled, holding his head tightly with both hands. His howl was filled with endless pain and despair.

"Delvina, it's up to you." Rogge said to the Veela, then quickly pulled Hermione and left the room.

Dravina looked at Neville who was in pain, stretched out her cold fingers to gently hold his tearing hands, and softly called his name: "Neville."

She even tried to use her warm body temperature to drive away Neville's trembling body due to fear and fear.

The other Invisibles in the room, including Harry and Ron, gaped at Delvina's seductive behavior. Delvina kissed Neville tenderly, soothing his aching soul with her motherly touch.

About three minutes later, a disheveled Dravina opened the door and whispered: "Neville is asleep now."

"So fast?" Hermione blurted out subconsciously, her cheeks immediately turned red, and she quickly explained: "I thought..."

Dravina interrupted her and smiled lightly: "He just held me and cried, nothing like what you think."

"Who...who thought that!" Hermione puffed up her cheeks shyly and argued, but her face was full of embarrassment.

"What on earth was I thinking!" She secretly blamed herself, suddenly pinched Rogge and whispered, "It's all your fault!"

Rogge reluctantly accepted the inexplicable blame and signaled to go inside first. Delvina looked at the two of them thoughtfully, then turned to the mirror and began to arrange her clothes. They sat at the table, waiting quietly for Neville to wake up.

The cool wind blew through the window and gently opened the curtains. Cedric walked past quietly, his movements light but still disrupting the airflow in the room. Hermione and Veela sensed this subtle change almost at the same time, and they turned their heads to look over there.

"What a weird wind." Hermione said to herself. She walked to the window, opened it and looked out. The students at Hogwarts were wandering the streets, holding various candies they had bought.

At the same time, Harry and Ron took advantage of the cover of the invisibility cloak and hurriedly ran out of the bar. They stood at the edge of the deserted woods, looking at each other excitedly.

"Did you see that? (Did you see that?)" the two shouted in unison. Harry nodded heavily and motioned for Ron to speak first.

Ron's eyes flashed with revenge and he shouted loudly: "Let's go and tell Principal Dumbledore now that Travis secretly used the Unforgivable Curse! This time we must let the school expel this bastard!" He was excited. waving his fists, his smile filled with strong confidence.

Although Harry also wanted to do this, his previous experience of being at a disadvantage taught him to think and measure.

He hesitated for a moment and raised his concerns: "But in this case, the fact that we were peeping would be exposed."

"It's okay." Ron interrupted him and continued: "We can claim that we found him sneaking around in Hogsmeade Village, so we followed him out of curiosity."

"As long as the school expels him, does anything else matter?" He continued to encourage, taking stock of the past: "Harry, don't forget how he treated us before. He beat us and hung us from the ceiling. He even stole our wands!"

"I remember all these things and will never forget them for the rest of my life!" Ron's face was twisted with anger, and his eyes became more ferocious. "What if he uses the Cruciatus Curse on us next time? Harry, We have to report him."

"It's not enough to drive this evil little Death Eater out of Hogwarts!" Ron grabbed Harry's shoulders and shook him excitedly, "I also want to tell Dad to let the Ministry of Magic capture him back to Azka Ben. That evil little Death Eater should not be released! He should be thrown into the bottom prison and have his soul sucked away by the dementors!"

Harry was taken aback by Ron's fanaticism, and of course he remembered the horrible things Travis had done to him. He even made his friend, the hippogriff, into dried meat and let them eat it without knowing the truth.

However, just for using the Cruciatus Curse on the scarab, he rashly reported it. Harry was worried that he might have been too hasty.

"Harry, you?" Ron looked at him puzzled, "Aren't you going to report him?"

"No." Harry hurriedly shook his head and explained, "I'm a little worried. If the evidence of this report is not sufficient, it will put us in a disadvantageous situation. You also heard that he was trying to treat Neville's amnesia. That’s why I used that spell.”

"Otherwise, let's wait and see for a while..."

"Treat with the Cruciatus Curse? That's enough!" Ron was annoyed by Harry's hesitation and shouted loudly: "If you don't report it, then I will do it myself!"

After that, he ran towards the castle without looking back. Harry had no choice but to follow closely behind, shouting as he ran: "Wait for me, Ron! Don't act impulsively!"

After trying many candy names, Harry finally opened the Guardian Stone Beast with a pile of cockroaches.

Dumbledore was having a secret conversation with a wizard in a black robe in his office: "I understand what you mean, and I also find that Fudge is worthy of vigilance..."

"Hush!" The man interrupted Dumbledore vigilantly, and suddenly waved his wand to open the door.

"Harry? Ron?" Dumbledore shouted, pretending to be surprised, "Why are you here?"

"Albus, let's talk next time." The man tightened his hood, hid his face, and quickly left the office.

Although Harry was quite curious about the man's identity, he also heard them discussing Fudge. But under Ron's urging, he had to report: "Headmaster, we were in Hogsmeade and found Rogue secretly using the Unforgivable Curse."

The smile on Dumbledore's face quickly disappeared, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the two of them seriously and asked carefully: "Harry, are you sure? This is an extremely serious accusation."