A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Ron confirmed that the two of them had played a prank on him. However, George and Fred firmly denied this unfounded accusation.

Harry and the others looked at each other, and for a moment, the balance of trust wavered.

After all, the twins have a notorious record for pranks. And Ron's hair really looks like their handiwork. However, they never run away from it and take pride in their mischief.

At the dining table in the auditorium, the confrontation between them became increasingly tense, and their eyes met like swords. It wasn't until the Ravenclaw prefects mentioned the song Peeves had sung the night before that George and Fred's innocence was revealed.

"George, Peeves is such a good ghost."

"Yes, he made us understand Ron's true face."

"How can you call him by his first name? You should call him Mr. Prefect!"

"Oh, dear George, thank you for correcting my mistake. I should indeed apologize, distinguished Gryffindor prefect." Fred stood up immediately, bowed to Ron, and chanted in a joking but sincere tone. He said, "Prefect, please kindly forgive me for my gaffe."

The long Gryffindor table instantly turned into a sea of ​​joy. Ron squeezed the bread in his hand tightly and left his seat with red eyes.

Behind him, jeers arose one after another, and many people pointed at the uncoordinated hair color on his head.

Susan's heartbeat accelerated, her eyes were fixed on the breakfast, and her heart was filled with tension and uneasiness. This was the first time she had done something bad, and she was afraid that her secret would be discovered by others.

However, when everyone blamed Peeves for the prank, she felt more excited than ever.

From time to time she secretly raised her head and looked at the Slytherin House table. Rogge was enjoying his breakfast slowly, as if he felt her gaze and cast a smile at her.

On weekends, even if students go to Hogsmeade to have fun, the heavy homework left by the professor is still a burden on the hearts of fifth-year students.

In the Three Broomsticks pub, they sipped butterbeer and discussed their respective papers. Some men gathered wood of various sizes from the woods and clumsily crafted wand handles.

Some people even took the opportunity to sell the prepared handles and made a lot of galleons out of the students' wallets.

Ariana and Hermione ran to Aberforth's pub to discuss how to win Professor Lupin's prize.

"I saw that Roger had finished his homework." Hermione whispered, the knife in her hand was slowly cutting on the peach wood, "I must not lose to him this time."

"Why?" Ariana asked in confusion, "Is Professor Lupin's prize important?" She took the cherry juice from her brother and looked at Hermione in confusion.

"I just... just want to win." Hermione muttered stubbornly, "Since the first grade, I have always lost to him. Even in..."

"At what?"

An unnatural blush appeared on Hermione's cheeks, and she quickly shook her head: "It's nothing, I even lost to him in flying lessons."

"We were flying almost as fast," recalled Hermione, "but Mrs. Hooch gave him a higher score."

Ariana pondered for a moment, then asked Aberforth for a piece of old oak. Her fingertips released a ball of black light, gently covering the surface of the wood.

"I can help you." She said, and the old oak wood in her hands decomposed rapidly, and soon turned from a rough piece of wood into a smooth cylinder.

Hermione looked at her dumbfounded and asked in surprise: "Is this... is this a disappearing spell? But isn't that what Professor McGonagall taught?"

"The power of Obscurus?" Aberforth interjected, "Does this have any effect on your body?" he asked with concern.

Ariana smiled and shook her head, explaining softly: "Mr. Green taught me how to use it. It's okay, the Obscurus is already a part of my body."

She turned to Hermione and continued: "Actually, Rogge's answer in class inspired me. The essence of the Vanishing Curse is decomposition, which is very similar to the characteristics of the Obscurus."

"Look," she said, gently taking the oak and shaping it into a handle that fit her hand.

The entire process is simple and smooth, with no wood chips flying around and no further sanding or fine-tuning required.

Ariana took Hermione's hand and carefully covered her hand with the power of Obscurus.

"The magical connection between us allows you to suppress the power of Obscurus. Try it now." She encouraged.

Facing Ariana's sincere smile, Hermione carefully held Taomu. She felt that the wood in her hand melted as quickly as snow under the power of Obscurus.

"It's like kneading plasticine." Hermione smiled and spread her palms, the wood had been molded into a perfect handle shape.

Next, all they need to do is cut a hole in the handle to fit their respective wands.

"Thank you so much, Ariana!" Hermione cheered excitedly, and then said firmly: "I bet Roger's grip is not as comfortable as ours."

Ariana nodded and handed her telescopic magic thread to Hermione, "Two magic threads will definitely be faster than one."

"how about you?"

"My share is in your prize. Hurry up and tie it up. You must beat him this time!"

Looking at her sincere eyes, Hermione hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly. She tied two magic strings to the handle and tried to quickly remove the wand from her belt.

The speed of the double magic line is indeed faster, but the difficulty of operation is also greatly increased. She pulled lightly, and the wand spun like crazy and slammed into her palm.

"Hiss..." Looking at the red palm, Hermione gritted her teeth and continued to practice.

She was determined to win back the victory that belonged to them in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Ariana's efforts!

Aberforth stood quietly behind the counter, wiping the wine glass while looking at the two girls who were studying hard with a gentle look.

Ariana had to complete five years of study in one year, and the pressure of homework and reading could be imagined. Fortunately, she had the excellent magic talent of the Dumbledore family and could quickly master the spell. Not only that, she also helped her friends in her own way.

Hermione, who was born in a Muggle family, relied on her own efforts to continuously absorb all the knowledge that was beneficial to her. This diligence and ambition made Aberforth secretly admire her.

He thoughtfully prepared dinner for the two of them, and even bought some bread and biscuits from the Three Broomsticks. Then they hung up a sign saying they were closed, and the three of them enjoyed their dinner while chatting leisurely.

"Hermione, your quill is so beautiful," Ariana praised, "It can also change color automatically. Did you buy it at Wenrenju?"

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head and said proudly, "This is a Christmas gift from Roger. It seems to be made of Fox's feathers."

"Fox..." Ariana repeated the name in a low voice.

"The phoenix of our family is in Hogwarts," Aberforth added.

Ariana nodded, her eyes penetrated the door and fell on the castle that was looming in the mist.

She could sense Fox's presence in Hogwarts, but she couldn't detect the slightest breath of the quill in front of her unless she held it in her hand.

If she remembered correctly, Roger had used phoenix feathers to fool herself when she was at Travis Manor during the summer vacation.

Ariana took a bite of the biscuit and hummed softly, almost imperceptibly.

Now that I think about it carefully, what I sensed in the manor was definitely not Fox's feathers. It is very likely... No! It must be another phoenix.

There is a magical contract between Fawkes and the Dumbledore family. No matter how many times it is reborn from the ashes, it will still protect the bloodline of the Dumbledore family.

But during that time, she was immersed in Roger's collection of books and did not carefully distinguish the difference.

"Aberforth, is there a second phoenix in the magic world?" Ariana couldn't help asking, "Besides Fawkes."

"That's unlikely." Aberforth thought carefully and replied, "If it is a dragon, a unicorn or other prohibited creatures, I still know some information. But about the phoenix, since ancient times, the magic world has only Fawkes of our family."

Ariana nodded thoughtfully. It seems that Hermione's boyfriend Roger has some unknown secrets. Combined with the rumors she heard in Gryffindor during this period, she began to suspect that the other party might be doing something illegal.

Roger, who was far away in London, never thought that he would be labeled as an outlaw just because he didn't want the wizards of the Dumbledore family to touch the phoenix eggs.

Roger, who thought he was a good man, went to the Ministry of Magic early in the morning on the weekend for the sake of peace in the wizarding world. You know, he didn't even sleep in, which was really pitiful.

"Dolesh, here are 500 amulets, which can resist a curse every 24 hours." Roger gently opened the edge of the package, revealing the neatly arranged Arcadia amulets inside.

These amulets flashed an attractive light in the dim room, like the brightest stars in the night sky, each of which contained the power of alchemy and magic.

Dolesh quickly picked up one and examined every inch of the craftsmanship in detail. His wand released a fainting sound, and the amulet immediately sent out a wave, dissolving the curse invisibly.

"What a great thing." He exclaimed sincerely, and asked curiously: "Isn't school starting yet? I remember that the school rules of Hogwarts are very strict, and students can only go to the village to play on weekends, right?"

"The dean has specially approved it." Roger smiled and continued, "We plan to find the antidote for the snake-man virus before Christmas. You know, this kind of experiment is too dangerous and not suitable for school."

Dolishi turned around quickly and carefully closed the door of the office. He lowered his voice, as if afraid of being heard by outsiders: "How far has Snape's research progressed?"

"Hmm?" Roger stared at him with a little surprise, "From your tone, it seems that you are not very welcome to the arrival of the antidote?"

"Not as if." Dawlish hesitated for a moment, determined to reveal some inside information: "Everyone... ahem..."

He considered the words, and then said: "Some people believe that the war situation in America has stabilized. The Dark Lord has a limited number of subordinates, and even with the dark race, they can only control the east coast."

"As for Muggles, it's not a big deal." He took out a videotape mysteriously and inserted it into the projector, "Look, this is what we shot on the South Pacific island."

Roger's eyes were firmly attracted by the picture on the wall. A seagull landed on a small island in the South Pacific. Not long after, the Muggles were ruthlessly slaughtered by the snake people on a bloody night. Finally, the snake people wandered aimlessly on the beach and were eventually swallowed up by the surging waves.

"These snake-men have no thoughts, they are just the simplest war machines. The key to the problem lies with the Dark Lord and the wizard who knows the language of snakes. Once they negotiate..."

"Anyway, the snake people will slowly disappear because they can't eat."

The sound of the waves echoed in Rogge's ears. His eyes were like a torch, locked tightly on Delis's face, and his tone became serious: "You are negotiating with the Dark Lord, right?"

"No..." Delis's answer seemed a little hesitant, his eyes subconsciously dodging.

After weighing it all, he finally chose to confess. Even if he doesn't tell it, the Travis family can find out.

"It's not just us, it's mainly other magic circles that are participating." He continued with a hint of heaviness in his voice: "There are many wizards within the Magical Congress of the United States who are ready to defect to the Dark Lord. If they succeed, the entire European magic world will All will face huge threats from across the Atlantic.”

"So, we must give the resistance some support. Even in words, it is better than doing nothing."

Delis sighed deeply, with a hint of helplessness and compromise in his tone: "The worst result is to acquiesce to the Dark Lord's rule on the East Coast, and at the same time recognize the status of giants, werewolves and other magical races in disguise. "

"The Magical Congress of the United States will manage the remaining territory, and the entire America will be in a delicate balance. You know, after the emergence of the snake-man virus, the management scope of all magical circles has been passively expanded."

"The problems that have been accumulated in the magic world for a long time are simply solved. Those dark wizards who always break the law and commit crimes can be exiled to the other side."

"As for problems such as unemployment and poverty..." he smiled and joked: "With sufficient resources, these problems are no longer problems, but a difference in lifestyle."

"Rogge, please go and persuade Professor Snape." Delis said sincerely, "At least don't let the antidote be completed until the negotiation is over."

After hearing what Delis said, Rogge suddenly laughed, a sarcastic and joking smile. His laughter echoed in the office, making Delis feel a little uneasy.

"Have you ever thought," Rogge's smile gradually faded, and his tone was very serious, "the so-called worst result may actually be the best result?"

He sighed, finally understanding what the true appeasement and continental equilibrium strategy was.

"Let's put aside the problems of viruses and Muggles, and let's not talk about the benefits that wizards get from them. Tell me, what if the goblins demand the restoration of their lost power? What if Gringotts is transferred to the Dark Lord's territory by them? ?”

"This...is this impossible?" Delis's lips trembled slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Impossible?" Rogge's voice rose a bit, "Sir, this is not playing chess with wizard pictures, this is a serious war!"

"In the curriculum of Hogwarts, the history of magic may be the least significant. However, you should be very clear about what our ancestors have done!"

"Werewolves can also be considered traitors, but vampires, giants, goblins, centaurs, etc., they are all our enemies. Not to mention, Voldemort's target is the entire world."

"The temporary compromise is just a cover-up. He will never give up on the British wizarding community, Dumbledore and Harry Potter."

Rogge took a deep breath and forced his tone to soften: "I have no intention of interfering with the judgment of some knowledgeable people, but please maintain due vigilance."

"There are also 500 telescopic magic threads here, which can increase the speed of drawing out the wand." Rogge took the box over and wrote down how to use it quickly and skillfully.

These magic threads are indispensable weapons that allow wizards to stay ahead in duels.

"Delix, be careful." His tone was full of concern, and he hurriedly accepted a large bag of Galleons and promised to provide more talismans and magic threads.

Looking to the west at the endless dark clouds. There was a strong uneasiness in his heart, and he felt the need to tell Dumbledore about this.

Although they have ideological conflicts with each other regarding pure blood. But in terms of limiting Voldemort's strength, at this moment, both parties have a common goal.

Rogge can delay the emergence of the antidote and seek greater benefits for the wizard. But if the magic world recognized the status and interests of giants and other races for the sake of so-called peace, he would not hesitate to raise his wand and beat them back to the corner of his horn.

The wizard is supreme! Even purebloods have to give in to this.