Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 111 Death Eaters Prison Break

"Hilbert! Send Potter back, this week's class is over."

Hilbert helped him go back.Hilbert didn't know what to say. He actually knew that Harry's life was bad before, but he didn't know that his Muggle relatives dared to treat him like this?Harry walked across the common room, dodging George, who was trying to put a cap on him, and walked up the quiet, cool stone staircase leading to the boys' dorms.He felt bad, like the night he dreamed about the snake.But he thought maybe it would be good to lie down for a while.

"Do you know what the hell is in the Department of Mysteries?" Harry asked Hilbert.

"What came to mind?"

"Just now I remembered where the snake attacked Mr Weasley, where the Ministry of Magic interrogated during the summer holidays - the Department of Mysteries."

"Did your father mention anything?"

"I know they call the people who work there 'Silent Men,'"

"Because no one seems to know what they're doing? Is it weird to have weapons in a place like that?" "Not at all, it makes sense,"

"I think it's some top-secret Ministry of Magic development? Harry, are you really all right?" Harry rubbed his forehead with his hands as if trying to smooth it out. "Huh? All right?" He lowered his hands, hands trembling. "Just a little? I don't like Occlumency much?"

"Go back and have a good rest."

He opened the door of the dormitory, and as soon as he took a step inside, his head hurt as if it had been cut open.He doesn't know where he is, standing or lying down, doesn't even know his own name?Crazy laughter echoed in his ears?He hasn't been this happy for a long time?Elated, ecstatic, carried away?A big good thing happened? "Harry? Harry!" Someone slapped him.A cry of pain interspersed with the frenzied laughter.The joy fades away, but the laughter persists?He opened his eyes to find that the manic laughter was coming from his own mouth.As soon as he realized this, the laughter died away.Harry lay panting on the floor, staring at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead throbbing horribly.Ron leaned over him, looking worried.

"What's wrong with you? Harry!" Hilbert quickly supported Harry.

Harry's question was answered the next day.When Hermione's "Daily Prophet" was delivered, she opened it and read the front page first, and suddenly screamed, and everyone around looked at her.

"What's the matter?" Harry and Ron asked together.

She spread the newspaper on the table and pointed to the ten black-and-white photos that filled the front page, with the faces of nine wizards and a witch, some laughing silently, some haughtily tapping the border with their fingers.Each photo has a name and the crime of being imprisoned in Azkaban.

Antonin Dolokhov, a wizard with a long pale, twisted face sneered at Harry, murdered Gideon and the Fabian Prewetts with ferocity.

August Rookwood, a pock-faced man with greasy hair leaning against the frame with a weary expression, leaks Ministry of Magic secrets to You-Know-Who.

But Harry's eyes were drawn to the witch.Her face had come to him the first time he glanced at the paper, her long black hair looked disheveled in the photographs, but Harry had seen it smooth and jet-set.Her eyes stared at him from under thick lids, and a haughty, contemptuous smile played on her thin lips.Like Sirius, she still retains some traces of her beauty, but something—perhaps Azkaban—has taken most of her beauty away.

Bellatrix Lestrange, who tortured and maimed Frank and Alice Longbottom.Hermione nudged Harry and pointed to the caption above the photo.Azkaban Multi-Escape The Ministry of Magic is concerned that Black is the Death Eater's "caller" "Black?" said Harry loudly, "isn't—?" Look down!" The Ministry of Magic announced last night that there had been a mass escape in Azkaban.

Minister Cornelius Fudge confirmed in an interview at his office that ten felons had escaped last night and that he had informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the danger of the fugitives.

"It's a shame that we're in the same situation we were in when the murderer Sirius Black escaped two and a half years ago," Fudge said last night. Response, you must know that Black, as the first person to escape from Azkaban, is in the best position to help others escape from prison. Among the fugitives is Black's cousin Bellatrix. Lestrange. We think these fugitives may take Black as leader. But the Ministry of Magic is relentlessly hunting down fugitives, and the public is being asked to stay vigilant not to approach these high-profile criminals." "Look, Harry," said Ron fearfully, "so he was so happy last night? "I can't believe it," growled Harry, "Fudge blamed Sirius for the escape?"

"What else can he do?" said Hermione wryly. "He can say 'I'm sorry, Dumbledore reminded me that the Warden of Azkaban has gone to Voldemort.' - don't hum, Ron -' Now Voldemort's right-hand man is gone too'? He spent six months telling everyone that you and Dumbledore were liars, didn't he?"

Hermione opened the newspaper and began to read the report, and Harry looked around the Hall, wondering why the other students weren't looking panicked, or at least talking about the dire front-page news, yet few people held the newspaper as much as Hermione did every day.They're still chatting about homework and Quidditch and who knows what nonsense, and ten Death Eaters outside the wall have increased Voldemort's power?He looked towards the staff table, and there was another scene: Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were talking closely, both of them had very serious faces.Professor Sprout leaned the Daily Prophet against the ketchup bottle and read the first edition intently, holding his spoon in the air and not even noticing that the egg yolk dripped onto his lap.Across the table, Professor Umbridge was gulping down her porridge, her toad eyes not searching the hall for misbehaving students for the first time.She ate with a frown, casting vicious glances now and then in the direction of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. "Uh, god—" Hermione exclaimed, still reading the paper. "What's the matter?" Harry asked hurriedly, startled.

The Slytherin side was unusually calm, only the hands of those who made up their minds to stand with Hilbert trembled a little.It seems to be as stable as Mount Tai, but it is actually a lot of panic.

There was only one topic of conversation in the hallway now: ten Death Eaters on the run.The news finally infiltrated the campus through the few people who read the papers.Rumors circulated that someone in Hogsmeade had recognized a few fugitives, that they were hiding in the Shrieking Shack, and that they might break into Hogwarts like Sirius.

Children of magical families have heard of these Death Eaters since childhood, their names are almost as terrifying as Voldemort, and their crimes under Voldemort's reign of terror are well known.Families of the victims were among Hogwarts students who found themselves reluctantly the center of attention in the corridors: Susan Burns, whose uncle, aunt and cousin were all killed at the hands of a fugitive, found herself in the herb The class said bitterly that she now deeply felt Harry's feelings.

The morning after the Azkaban escape was reported, a new notice was posted on the college bulletin board: The Hogwarts High Inquisitor has ordered teachers to forbid teachers to provide students with any information not related to the subjects they teach.

The above regulations comply with the "No. 20 No. [-] Education Order".

Signed: Senior Inquisitor Dolores Jane Umbridge This latest decree has caused much jokes among the students.Lee Jordan points out to Umbridge that under the new law she cannot blame Fred and George for playing Crackle and Blast behind the scenes.

"Crackling cards have nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor! That's information that has nothing to do with your subject!"

When Harry saw Lee again, the back of his hand was bloody, and Harry suggested a little Mortra rat juice.

On the third day, Hilbert found Hermione and asked her to send a message to inform the students of the assembly training, and he would teach some practical defensive and offensive spells.

Harry felt that Umbridge was gradually depriving him of the things that made his life at Hogwarts meaningful: visits to Hagrid's cabin, letters from Sirius, his Firebolt, and Quidditch.He had to retaliate in the only way he could: by doubling down on Wizards League activities.

Harry was pleased to see that everyone (even Zacharias Smith) had been training harder now that ten Death Eaters were on the loose.However, no one had made as much progress as Neville, and the news that his parents' murderer had escaped had brought about strange and even frightening changes in him.He never once mentioned that he had met Harry and the others in St. Mungo's ward, and they kept their mouths shut when they saw him like this.He also never mentioned that Bellatrix and her gang were on the run, in fact, he hardly said a word during the event, just buried himself in every spell Harry taught, his round face tense. Tight, takes injuries and accidents for granted, and works harder than anyone in the room.His progress was frighteningly fast, and only Hermione was ahead of Neville when Harry taught the Iron Armor Charm, which deflected minor charms onto enemies.

Recently, Hilbert and Adolf jointly created several spells.

Thousands of arrows are cast together, and the attacked can feel a strong tingling or tearing.The greater the magic power, the greater the power, which can cause death.

Grasp of the Void, spiritual spell.Requires strong mental power control.It looks like a spell, but it is actually a powerful transformation spell. It can change the scene through magic power, thereby creating obstacles for the opponent and restraining the opponent.

In fact, Harry very much wished he had made as much progress in learning Occlumency as Neville.The first tutoring was bad, and it didn't improve after that. On the contrary, Harry felt that his state was getting worse and worse.

Before learning Occlumency, his scar had occasionally ached, usually at night, or after he'd had a few sudden senses of Voldemort's thoughts and emotions.But now the scar stabbed almost constantly, and he often felt bouts of annoyance or joy that had nothing to do with his actions at the time, always accompanied by sharp pain from the scar.He felt horrified that he was becoming an antenna, able to pick up the slightest fluctuations in Voldemort's mood.He was sure that this increased sensitivity had begun after learning Occlumency with Snape for the first time.Also, he dreamed almost every night now that he was walking down the corridors towards the Department of Mysteries, always ending up standing longingly in front of the black door.

(End of this chapter)