A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Amelia frowned, suspecting that he was hiding something: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Cedric felt his throat dry, he moved uncomfortably, and his hands were twisted together nervously.

"No...no, ma'am." He shook his head hurriedly, his voice trembling slightly.

"Mr. Cedric, if you think of anything, remember to say it. The Ministry of Magic is always trustworthy, and we are on your side." Her tone was very soft, as if she was comforting a frightened little animal.

Cedric nodded reluctantly. Just a moment ago, he really wanted to make the agreement between Roger and the Death Eaters public.

"Why should I be judged below, while Jessica Travis can decide our destination above? This is unfair!" He said fiercely in his heart.

However, the unbreakable oath could kill his soul in an instant. Even if there was much dissatisfaction in his heart, he could only choose to keep it secret.

"He never trusted me!" Cedric murmured, "If I were the secret keeper, I would never be a traitor like Peter Pettigrew."

...

The next morning, countless owls were flying in the sky. Their wings were shining, and each one was carrying a special edition of the Daily Prophet.

These hardworking little guys shuttled through every corner of Britain, delivering the news of the Ministry of Magic's great victory to every wizard.

When the wizards unfolded the newspaper, the black, extra-large, bold headline immediately caught their eyes:

"The Dark Lord's body is destroyed! The Ministry of Magic announced a major victory!"

The subtitle explained in detail: "The evil, tyrannical, and terrifying Dark Lord Voldemort has been defeated by the Ministry of Magic, and his body has been destroyed. Aurors are doing their best to hunt down his escaped soul."

At the same time, Amelia was sitting in the newly renovated minister's office, with a shining dragon crystal magic mirror in front of her.

In addition, there were twelve secondary magic mirrors placed around for broadcasting to New Zealand, Australia and other places.

Amelia's expression was both serious and hopeful as she read the victory announcement to the magic mirror.

Dear fellow wizards:

Today, I am extremely excited to announce an exciting news to everyone. After the unremitting efforts and heroic battles of all our wizards, we have finally achieved a major victory against the Dark Lord!

Voldemort, the evil existence that has long threatened our peace, has suffered a fatal blow.

The danger is gone, and peace has arrived!

However, we must remain vigilant. His soul escaped by self-destructing his body at the last moment. The Ministry of Magic has reason to believe that his soul is still wandering somewhere.

Therefore, I urge everyone in the wizarding world to remain highly vigilant. If you detect any evil soul activities from unknown sources, no matter how small the clue is, please contact the Ministry of Magic immediately.

We will mobilize all resources and take necessary measures to ensure the safety of every wizard.

At the same time, we also uphold the principles of tolerance and rehabilitation. For those Death Eaters who woke up at the last minute, rebelled against Voldemort and caused him severe damage, the Ministry of Magic decided to give them a chance to start over.

They will be exempted from fixed sentences and go to America to participate in the scorched earth reconstruction plan.

This is not only a punishment for them, but also an opportunity to atone for their sins and start over. They need to prove with their actions that they are worthy of being accepted by the magic society again.

I am very happy to announce that from now on, all control measures such as the Floo Network will be officially lifted, and all activities will resume normal. Come to Quidditch, or set off some fireworks... Dear wizards, you can resume your daily life and work with peace of mind.

In addition, since the recent volcanic eruption may cause the climate to cool, we recommend that all wizards stock up on necessary food and supplies in advance.

The Ministry of Magic is closely monitoring the movement of volcanic ash, and we will release relevant information and response guidelines in a timely manner.

Finally, I would like to sincerely thank all wizards for their unity, courage and wisdom in this crisis. It is because of your support that we can achieve today's victory.

The Ministry of Magic will continue to work tirelessly to ensure peace and security in the wizarding world!

After a few breaths, thunderous applause broke out in the minister's office. Miss Percy, Dawlish and other staff members rushed forward to express congratulations and respect to their strong and wise minister.

"Minister Burns, you are amazing!"

"You led us through this crisis, and the magic world will never forget your contribution!"

The streets across the UK were filled with a joyful atmosphere, and wizards wore colorful pointed hats.

Some held banners with slogans such as "Voldemort is defeated!" and "Long live peace!" and marched, while others rode brooms and sang loudly.

Magic wands shot out gorgeous fireworks from time to time, blooming beautiful patterns in the sky.

No. 10 Downing Street then issued a Muggle version of the victory declaration, and the Muggles rushed out of the room and joined the carnival.

"Harry, I heard that you participated in the great Battle of Godric's Hollow?" Ron rushed into the dormitory and asked excitedly, "The prophecy published in the newspaper said that you are destined to kill the Dark Lord. Is it true? What power does the Dark Lord not have?"

Harry sighed softly and answered weakly: "It's not me."

Seeing the disappointed expressions of the classmates around him, he reluctantly added: "Principal Dumbledore defeated Voldemort. In the end, Bellatrix and others betrayed him, so he had to blow himself up and escape."

"How is this possible?" Seamus exclaimed, "They are Death Eaters, how could they betray their master!"

At this time, the dormitory was crowded with Gryffindor students. Everyone wants to know how Voldemort exploded.

"Now Malfoy can be proud again. His father is a Death Eater."

"That happened in the last war." Someone reminded, "Harry, Neville was also born at the end of July, right?"

Harry turned over, facing away from everyone, "You should ask him."

He buried his head into the pillow, seeming to recall the battle that day.

When Voldemort told the prophecy, he thought he was really the savior, the child chosen by the prophecy. In the future, he will kill Voldemort, avenge his parents and maintain world peace.

However, he never expected that Neville had the same conditions as himself.

"If Voldemort hadn't chosen me back then..." He murmured to himself, with the warm smiles of his parents appearing in front of his eyes, "Would I have had a warm home, and the house wouldn't have been left in half..."

His thoughts began to wander. The scar on his forehead ached faintly, as if it was helping him recall that terrible night. Green light flashed in his memory, and his mother's scream echoed in his ears, making him shiver.

"Yes, the newspaper said Neville was there at the time. We can ask him."

"I saw him going to Professor Trelawney's greenhouse. Let's go find him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd in the dormitory suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only the sound of distant footsteps echoing in Harry's ears. As the last classmate left, the room fell into a suffocating silence.

At this moment, he only felt lonely and confused.

The joy of victory had nothing to do with him. His mother who was resurrected by Voldemort was his most hated Aunt Petunia. This made him feel like a knife.

"Let's all go, let's all go!" He yelled viciously in his heart, tears falling silently and soaking the pillow.

Just then, a familiar voice broke the silence. "Harry, are you okay?" It was Ron. He did not leave with the others, but stayed firmly by Harry's side.

He patted Harry's shoulder gently, trying to comfort him, "I know it feels uncomfortable to be ignored. Believe me, I know it all too well. But you are still very good, such as in Quidditch. You are Harry. Gwartz's hero helped us win the second division."

"Ron~" Harry raised his head, his voice trembling, "Thank you for staying with me."

The two people's eyes were glued together unconsciously, and a strange atmosphere filled the room. At this moment, Ginny rushed in. Seeing the ambiguous appearance of her brother and Harry, she couldn't help but scream: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

After saying that, she turned around and ran away.

"Ginny, it's not what you think!" Harry and Ron shouted in unison. The two boys' cheeks instantly turned red. They scrambled to their feet and rushed out to chase Ginny to explain.

In the common room, Harry and Ron chased Ginny breathlessly, trying to clear up the misunderstanding.

But Ginny ran very fast, her long red hair flying behind her like a dancing flame.

"Ginny, wait!" Ron shouted, "You've misunderstood!"

However, she ran up the stairs without looking back and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Harry and Ron hurriedly chased after them, but the moment they stepped on the steps, the stairs suddenly changed and the steps disappeared. The two of them slipped down unexpectedly and fell to the ground.

"Damn magic stairs!" Ron cursed, rubbing his sore back.

Harry looked at the direction Ginny disappeared in frustration, "We have to explain clearly! This is such a misunderstanding! If Cho Chang knew..."

"Chou Chang?! Cedric is fighting for acquittal, maybe..." Ron suddenly stopped and said, "How about the Transfiguration class tomorrow?"

"Good idea," Harry nodded in agreement.

Their eyes met inadvertently, and then quickly moved away, as if they had been burned.

“I’ve got an appointment for career counseling until next week, yours?”

"Uh, mine is this Friday. But it can be adjusted." Ron's voice stammered.

After the Transfiguration class on Friday, due to a sudden change in the roster. Rogge arrived at Professor McGonagall's office half a day early.

"Hello, professor." He closed the door gently and sat on the sofa opposite the professor.

Professor McGonagall nodded, picked up her glasses from the scattered pamphlets on the table and put them on. Her eyes were serious and kind, signaling Rogge not to be nervous.

"Mr. Rogge, the purpose of this conversation is to discuss your future career plans in detail to help you decide what subjects to continue studying in sixth and seventh grades."

As she spoke, she opened a silver and green folder, which contained Rogge's school files, "Have you ever thought about what you will do after leaving Hogwarts?"

"Well, travel around the world and enjoy life." Rogge answered without hesitation.

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, obviously not expecting this answer. She put down her quill and crossed her hands on the table.

Her eyes were a little sharp, but her tone was still friendly: "Have you never thought about becoming an Auror? Or entering the Ministry of Magic? In Professor Snape's evaluation, your Potions class performance has always been a role model for all students."

She paused, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and showed a smile of approval: "I have no doubt that you will get full marks in the OWLs exam in a few months."

"You have all the conditions to make outstanding contributions to the magical world in the future."

"Thank you very much, Professor." Rogge smiled politely and continued, "Potions, spells and enjoying life are not in conflict, they are inherently part of life."

"Maybe I will go to the scorched earth after the magma is extinguished and use magic to plant grass and trees. Maybe I can research magic potions for plants specifically for environmental restoration.

I believe that with the right magic formula, we can accelerate the growth of vegetation and even create life in some extreme environments. "

"Besides, my mother, Jessica, has been extremely busy these past few years. After graduation, I will be able to help her with some things."

"There is also a cat, three owls, a phoenix at home...I also want to plant oak trees, I promised them. And the protection of Jin Feixia..." He counted his fingers, and soon found that ten fingers were not enough. .

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly, with a thoughtful expression on her face.

She thought to herself: "The situations of Slytherin and Gryffindor are indeed very different."

After graduating from the Snake House, most students enter the family business or the Ministry of Magic according to their parents' plans. Even those wizards from relatively poor families can rely on their classmates to get good positions after graduation.

Therefore, career counseling is more of a routine for Slytherin students. Unless a student really wants to get rid of family influence and decides to go it alone.

Professor McGonagall looked at Rogge thoughtfully, and she understood that the young man in front of her had already realized part of his potential. The mere strength revealed was enough to shock the professors.

In his days at Hogwarts, Rogge might just be Slytherin's shadow prefect and classmate friend. But after graduation, he will likely be the boss of many people, and not just Slytherin.

She put the grass-green parchment into the file and said with a smile: "Roger, our employment consultation conversation is over. I hope you can prepare well for the OWLs exam. I believe that with your ability, you will pass it smoothly."

"Thank you Professor, I will continue to work hard."

Looking at Rogge's leaving figure, Professor McGonagall muttered in her heart: "If you continue to work hard, you will scare a lot of people."

She sighed softly, picked up the folder and knocked on the principal's office.

"Come in, Minerva." Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

Professor McGonagall opened the door and saw Dumbledore standing in front of the window, staring at the distant sky. Thick dark clouds are drifting from the west, which is volcanic ash from the Americas, and has begun to invade the British magical world.

"This is Rogge's employment consultation record." Professor McGonagall put down the file with a hint of relaxation in her tone: "He seems to have no intention of entering the Ministry of Magic. And..."

"What's wrong, Minerva?"

"It seems that after graduation, he has a more youthful atmosphere. He does not want to be restricted and is more willing to enjoy life."

"Enjoying life?" Dumbledore responded softly, while opening the file.

His eyes stayed on a certain line for a moment, "Using magic potion to restore the scorched earth environment has something in common with Madam Jessica's plan."

The office fell silent again. Both experienced educators consider the young man's future and the impact he may have on the wizarding world.

"We must find something for him to do." Dumbledore thought to himself. "Conflict with clear goals is more certain than leisurely and quiet freedom."

Professor McGonagall suddenly asked: "Albus, is there no news about Newt yet?"

"Newt was indeed kidnapped by Bella. Not only that, everyone in Ilvermorny also suffered the same fate." Dumbledore closed the file and sighed quietly, "Maybe I shouldn't have Teach him that set of space magic."