A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The moment Dumbledore entered the office, he was exhausted. He sat down at the table heavily, his eyes showing deep worry.

He murmured to himself, his voice trembling: "Chaos, what a complete chaos."

The journey to the East Coast allowed him to witness the city under Voldemort's rule, and the dead silence lingered in his mind.

On the streets, the once bustling traffic is now only silence, the roar of engines and the noise of Muggles have become distant memories. In the high-rise buildings, the sound of keyboards is no longer there, and the dazzling neon lights on the commercial streets are also extinguished...

The whole city seems to have been deprived of the pulse of life, and everything has returned to silence. All the light rises and disappears with the sun.

If you ignore the atrocities of the dark wizards and the wandering of the snake people in the streets, such tranquility may be mistaken for a symbol of romance and freedom, a place of unrestrained chaos.

Dumbledore deeply felt why most of the magic world was willing to sit at the negotiating table with Voldemort.

Tom has no desire for power in the secular sense. What he pursues is recognition, respect, and absolute power beyond life and death.

Now, he has achieved most of his goals. Dementors, giants, werewolves, and vampires have all bowed down to his wand, and the magic world around the world is trembling in front of him.

In a sense, he has already embarked on the journey to become the king of the world. His inferiority complex due to his impure blood has been greatly satisfied.

Dumbledore is keenly aware that pure-blooded wizards will become Voldemort's next target for hunting and slaughter.

Because their existence ruthlessly reflects the uncleanness and humbleness in Tom's heart. Only by completely eliminating pure-blooded wizards can Tom stand at the top of the magic world without scruples and let everyone admire his glory.

At that time, his self-awareness can be completely completed.

Albus sighed. He never thought that the live broadcast about Regulus would so drastically subvert the status of pure-blooded wizards in Voldemort's heart.

Dumbledore faces a difficult choice, a choice that may change the future of the entire magic world.

If he chooses to ignore Voldemort's atrocities, the pure-blood families in the magic world will disappear one by one in the dust of history.

When pure-blood wizards were slaughtered by Voldemort, the so-called pure-blood concept was nothing more than a silent chapter in the history of magic.

Last year, he might have pretended to know nothing about it. Because he and Aberforth were both old, death was not a destination worth fearing for them.

And Harry Potter, who placed all his hopes on, was a true half-blood wizard like Voldemort. He could still arrange everything calmly and guide Harry to complete everything the savior should do.

But now, everything has become complicated. A person who does not belong to this time and space was sent back by Grindelwald.

Dumbledore returned to his hometown, Fertile Plains, where he felt the remaining power of the Obscurus. Dumbledore guessed that his sister Ariana had used it to destroy the entire village.

He believed that Ariana's anger and hatred for Muggles in her heart were far deeper and more direct than any pure-blood wizard.

Dumbledore sighed, and he sighed more often in the past half hour than in the past ten years. He felt unprecedented confusion and fatigue, and his breathing was full of helplessness.

His brother Aberforth had infinite love for Ariana, but he had to be vigilant about her behavior at all times.

He could not allow Voldemort to return to Hogwarts and kill the pure-blooded Ariana. He could not condone Ariana's hidden atrocities and take revenge on Muggles.

"I should add a lock to the Obscurus, or completely strip it out." He whispered to himself, and then walked into a locked bookcase to seek answers.

These major events that can affect the wizarding world will never be passed on to the lives of ordinary wizards. Even Roger, who was deeply involved, still maintained his identity as a student and enjoyed a peaceful life.

"I have seen the handles on your wands." Professor Lupin's eyes swept across the classroom and asked with a smile: "So, are you ready?"

"Professor, I am definitely the fastest!" Harry answered quickly and confidently, and his voice echoed in the classroom. In Lupin's class, his enthusiasm was even more intense than riding a broom.

"Okay!" Lupin nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to explain the method of the competition: "In the box is a female ghost I caught. After I open the box, you need to drive her back as quickly as possible."

"Professor, the female ghost you caught is not Myrtle, she always likes to cry."

Lupin shook his head and corrected seriously: "On page 1353 of your textbook, the appearance and abilities of female ghosts are recorded. They are a kind of dark creature, and the name of banshee is more appropriate, while Myrtle is a ghost."

The students lined up in front of the box, and Roger was also curious to see how Lupin would judge their speed of drawing their wands.

As the box was opened a crack, a figure suddenly rushed out from it, and the gray robe fluttered in the air.

She had red eyes, crooked teeth, and a nostril for sobbing. The moment she appeared, she howled miserably.

The cry was like the cold wind in a cemetery at midnight, with a texture like metal tearing, like a saw blade tearing at the listener's emotions. It was long and mournful, making everyone present feel the approach of death.

The first one in line, Seamus, was petrified. He had seen a female ghost transformed from a Boggart a few years ago. Now, when a real female ghost appeared in front of him, his arms seemed to be pressed down by an invisible weight and he couldn't lift them.

"Seamus, show your courage." Lupin reminded him in a steady and firm voice, "Remember the Boggart?"

His words were meant to remind Seamus and to let other students understand that the fear they had overcome should not become their burden again.

Seamus nodded, and his right hand slowly raised. The wand slid crookedly into his palm under the traction of the retractable magic line.

"Funny!" he shouted, and as the spell was cast, the ghost's voice disappeared. Her tattered robe also changed, similar to the dress Ron had worn at the ball.

"Next." Lupin nodded slightly and reminded: "The magic line and the handle are just auxiliary tools. The real effect is the spell. So, you have to compare the whole process."

The students suddenly realized at this time that the "fastest time" mentioned by the professor refers to the total time from drawing the wand to the spell taking effect. This gave the students, who had practiced for less than two and a half days, greater confidence.

After Seamus, the other students were more calm when facing the ghost. Before the ghost had time to cry, they quickly drove her back to the box.

Hermione added in a low voice behind the team: "The banshee will not do anything evil, they will just cry miserably. However, wizards believe that her appearance represents bad luck, so they classify her into the camp of dark creatures."

She took a deep breath and walked to the front of the stage. When the wooden box was opened, the wand flew into her palm like a flash of lightning. Her movements were agile and light, and she completed the spell and casting almost instantly.

The banshee had just revealed her scalp wrapped in a hood when she was quickly pressed back.

"Very beautiful!" Lupin praised loudly, "No matter the speed of drawing the wand, the spell and the spell, it is perfect. Professor Flitwick will definitely be proud of your spell performance."

Led by the professor, the other students also applauded Hermione. Everyone guessed that the champion was between her and Roger. Although the latter had not yet come on stage, everyone felt that he would perform better.

Ariana followed closely behind Hermione and whispered her difficulties: "Professor, I can't find my magic thread."

Professor Lupin did not hesitate and immediately took off his magic thread and handed it to her: "Try this."

Ariana tried several times, but the effect was not ideal. Every time the banshee cried, the sound pierced everyone's heart like a knife. Lupin comforted her a few words, and then motioned for the next student to come on stage.

When it was Rogge's turn, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense, as if everyone's breathing was paused at this moment. Hermione and Ariana stared at him closely, wondering if they could beat him in this classroom competition.

Rogge's ring finger gently lifted, and the wand fell accurately into his palm. Although everything looked so natural, his speed was still slightly inferior to Hermione.

Moreover, the spell he chose was a longer chanting time and a more complicated wand swinging process to seal the tongue and throat. The banshee in the box showed a head and then reluctantly shrank back.

"Huh, I won!" Hermione cheered in a low voice, with a gleam of victory in her eyes.

Rogue was not frustrated by this result. He gently let go of his hand, and the wand disappeared directly.

"Did you use two magic lines?" Lupin asked curiously, "The other one is tied to the belt?"

"Yes, professor." Rogue replied, "This way the wand can appear and disappear at any time."

Lupin moved his lips, and finally let the next student come up. He looked at Rogue and thought to himself: "You are really strong."

Two magic lines mean that Rogue needs to resist the pulling force of another magic line, and he can still complete the wand swinging action calmly. This is not just a cool show, but also a training of control and accuracy.

"It seems that even in the wand swinging action, Rogue's requirements for himself are much stricter than others." Lupin sighed in his heart.

When Seamus finally calmed down, Professor Lupin asked him to challenge the female ghost again. The result of this contest about magic lines and spells can finally be announced.

The first place was undoubtedly Hermione, who performed so perfectly when casting the spell that the ghost could not even show her head out of the box.

The classmates looked at Lupin expectantly, curious about what gift he had prepared. Lupin did not keep them in suspense, and he took out a handmade book from the shabby file box. The outside of the book was a piece of brown cowhide with a rough edge, and a rough leather rope firmly tied the leather and the manuscript.

As Lupin untied the leather rope, the book jumped in the air like an inflated balloon, becoming very full.

"Hermione, come!" Professor Lupin called, "These are the manuscripts of magical creatures I recorded during my travels, I hope you like them."

As he said, he tied the leather rope back to the book and gave the whole shrunken book to Hermione. Hermione blushed and was so nervous that she stuttered: "Professor... this... this is too precious."

Lupin patted her shoulder gently and announced loudly: "This is your prize, Gryffindor will add 10 points for your excellent performance."

The little lions cheered first, shouting Hermione Granger's name. Hermione cried with joy. She held Professor Lupin's manuscript carefully and vowed not to let the professor down.

"What a pity." Malfoy muttered unwillingly, "I wonder if the vice president will lend it to us."

"If you want to borrow it, just say so and don't ask me to borrow it," Rogge responded half-jokingly.

Others may not be able to, but he certainly can. It would be a wonderful thing to study with Hermione in bed from now on.

He looked in Hermione's direction intentionally or unintentionally, always feeling that Ariana seemed to be staring at him.

"Illusion?" Rogge muttered in his heart.

Shortly after Defense Against the Dark Arts ended, Snape brought news from the Headmaster. Dumbledore finally chose Rogge's plan and gave up the complete cure of the snake man.

"Teacher, is this the Pensieve?" Rogge stared curiously at the stone basin on the desk. Its edge was engraved with mysterious symbols, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"Want to take a look?" Snape's voice sounded slightly gloomy. "Many people will store their memories in it so that they can examine everything they have experienced from the perspective of a bystander."

"No, I think that's too dangerous." Rogge shook his head and firmly refused.

Perhaps in addition to Dumbledore and Snape, there may also be memories of the previous headmasters of Hogwarts. However, he wasn't interested.

Snape was a little surprised, and his eyes revealed curiosity about Rogge's self-control: "Many people can't resist the temptation to pry into other people's memories, but you can refuse so firmly. It's really rare."

Rogge smacked his lips and confessed: "I just don't feel safe putting my head in the pensieve. You see..."

He inserted a potion leaf into the test tube, the wand shot out a sharp red light, and the leaf was chopped off by Shen Feng Wuying.

"This is the neck, this is the head." Rogge took out the broken leaf and pointed to the stem below and said, "If you are immersed in other people's memories, and suddenly someone cuts you on the back of the neck with a knife... Unprepared, head on the ground.”

"Hmph, you are suffering from delusions of persecution." Snape shook his head disapprovingly and used his wand to retrieve the memories placed in the Pensieve into his brain. "You can use Legilimency to store your private memories in it. "

"Me?" Rogge was stunned for a moment, then asked quickly: "You want to use me to conduct an Occlumency experiment?"

"No, it's for practice. By the way, let Harry know how long it will take you to master it." Snape's answer was quite straightforward. It can be heard that the teaching last Friday was quite a failure.

Roger thought for a moment, then raised his wand and pointed it at his temple. A series of memories came to his mind: the past he couldn't tell, the close relationship with the witch, the negotiations with the goblins, the antidote that Jessica had stored, the conversation with Grindelwald...

The memories flashed through his mind like movie clips. He extracted the secrets he didn't want to know and put them into the Pensieve one by one.

Snape was stunned for a moment, unable to understand that Rogge had so many secrets that he could not tell others.

He shook his head helplessly and commented: "Most of your memories have no hidden meaning. When you reach my age, you will find that many secrets are irrelevant."

Regarding the teacher's old-fashioned words, Rogge still insisted on his attitude: "It's better to extract it. It will be bad if the teacher sees it."

He thought about it carefully, and found that his memory was indeed missing, and it even affected his thoughts.