All things are three at Hogwarts

Chapter 536 Prison Break (Modified)

If you ask what is the most popular class among little witches at Hogwarts right now, it is of course the Divination class. Professor Dumbledore's newly appointed Divination professor, the Centaur Firenze, successfully aroused the little witches' interest in the course with his pale blond hair, astonishingly blue eyes, and somewhat melancholy mysterious temperament.

"I dare say that you must also find Divination class to be the most fascinating class now, right, Hermione?" Parvati asked with a proud smile.

"It is indeed very strange," Hermione said lightly while reading the Daily Prophet, "but Umbridge will not compromise so easily. Her dominance has just begun."

"You mean she'll get rid of Professor Firenze too?" Lavender said in horror.

"I don't know what she will do, but you mark my words, Dumbledore appointed a new teacher without consulting her, and she will take revenge," Hermione closed the newspaper and said, "Not to mention Firenze The professor is another centaur. You saw the look on Umbridge's face when she saw Firenze."

"No, she has already driven away Professor Traolini and can no longer drive away my handsome centaur professor." Parvati clenched her fists and spoke firmly.

"Anyway, don't be too happy too soon." Hermione said coldly, "By the way, I think Trelawney's resignation makes you two sad, right?"

"It's very sad!" Lavender affirmed to her, "But we think that she is more popular and prestigious as the host of the new divination program on Harris TV than as a professor at Hogwarts. Much more. We also mailed her some enchanted daffodils. Pretty daffodils, not the squealing ones from Sprout."

Harry also liked Firenze as his new professor, not only because of their encounters and conversations in the Forbidden Forest, but also because he no longer had to worry about weaving in daily disasters and accidents.

"Insignificant injuries, trivial human accidents," Firenze said, his hooves thumping on the moss-covered floor. "Compared with the vastness of the universe, these things are nothing like crawling ants. Just as insignificant and unaffected by the movements of the planets.”

Harry was impressed by what Firenze revealed next about the Centaur's divination.

"We watch the sky and pay attention to important trends in disasters or changes. Sometimes these trends are marked in the sky. It may take ten years to confirm what we see."

Firenze pointed to the red star directly above the classroom.

"In the past ten years, there have been various signs that people in the wizarding world are just passing through a brief period of peace between two wars. The spark that can bring war shines brightly above our heads, indicating that the future will definitely come soon. The war will break out again. As for how long it will take, the centaurs may be able to try to predict it by burning several herbs and leaves and observing the smoke and flames..."

Durmstrang, Allen was sitting by the burning fireplace, flipping through a magic book borrowed from Durmstrang, the mark on his hand was hot, Lucius Malfoy sent a message, Allen's He frowned. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were about to go to Azkaban to rob the prison, and this was supposed to happen after Christmas. It seemed that the expansion of the Auror team had put a lot of pressure on Voldemort, and he couldn't wait to do it. I want to restore my team.

Allen put down the magic book, stood up, and walked around the room thinking. There was no need for the Harris family to get involved prematurely in this matter. Anyway, the Dementors were in charge of Azkaban now, and Dementors fall under Fudge's jurisdiction, and the Death Eaters' escape from prison will not damage the interests of the Harris family.

Allen stopped and quickly replied through the sensory mark that Lucius was acting in accordance with Voldemort's arrangements.

Sitting back on the chair again and picking up the magic book, Allen looked at Luna sitting next to him, but Luna had already lowered her head and fiddled with the beer cork in her hand.

Allen discovered that Luna would always peek at him today, and her expression would occasionally show embarrassment. Could it be that she also wanted a blood oath? Thinking of this, Allen couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Lucius Malfoy, whose whole body was covered by a black magic robe, clenched his hands tightly. The hand under the robe quietly pressed his hot sensory mark. He felt relieved after receiving the news from Allen. Although he succeeded as the master last time Recruiting giants made his life among the Death Eaters a little easier, and he regained some trust. However, if the master's secretive actions were detected by the Ministry of Magic, he would definitely find out the insider, and then he would be in danger. The last time McNeil ignored his warning and insisted on staying to attack Hagrid and the others, the tragic scene of being punished by his master was still vivid in his mind. Having lost his master's trust, he would now be brutally treated by some favored Death Eaters. But now it is no longer difficult for him to fully follow his master's orders.

"Hey, Lucius, when we go to Azkaban to fight later, you follow me." Rudolph Lestrange, who looked haggard, walked to Lucius's side and said. Due to long-term torture in Azkaban, Rudolfs has not recovered despite nearly a year of recuperation, but he has vaguely regained a bit of the playboy style he had when he was Slytherin's chief chaser.

He suddenly stood up on tiptoes and bumped Lucius's shoulder with his shoulder. Lucius, who felt guilty, turned pale with fright.

"After all these years, you are still so timid. Don't worry, I will make sure you are safe. What's more, the master has convinced the dementors and made a secret deal with them." Rudolfs showed his usual sarcastic expression. He raised his chin, flexibly turned the wand with his fingers, and instantly used the flames from the tip of the wand to create several tricks.

"Rudolphus, the swing speed of your right hand is the fastest of anyone I have ever seen except your master, but please don't burn things this time." Lucius nodded slightly and complimented the Death Eater in front of him. A few words.

That night at Hogwarts, Harry came out of the common room and opened the door to the dormitory. As soon as he took a step inside, his head started to hurt as if it had been cut open. He didn't know where he was, whether he was standing or lying down, or even his own name...

Crazy laughter echoed in his ears... He had not been so happy for a long time... He was elated, ecstatic, and carried away... A great good thing had happened...

Harry lay panting on the ground, staring at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead throbbing horribly.

The Daily Prophet's front-page headline posted on the bulletin board the next day seemed to be evidence of Firenze's prediction. Dozens of black and white photos filled the front page, but regardless of whether they were men or women, they all looked very ferocious. Some were laughing silently, while others were arrogantly tapping the edges of their photos with their fingers. Each photo was labeled with a name and the crime for which he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

Neville stood in front of the bulletin board with a pale face. He looked at the only witch Bellatrix Lestrange in the Daily Prophet. Her long black hair looked messy in the photo. Eyes under thick eyelids stared at him, and a haughty and contemptuous smile appeared on his thin lips. Neville tightened his grip on the wand in his hand.

"Neville?" Harry walked over to Neville, who had been standing in front of the bulletin board for a long time.

Neville frowned and stared at the wanted criminal in the newspaper, his voice full of sorrow: "Fourteen years ago, this Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange... they were very cruel and reckless. Dolphus Lestrange's curse was surprisingly accurate, and Bellatrix Lestrange was the cruelest and craziest witch. They used the Cruciatus Curse on my parents and tried every means to torture them. They, wanted to get information...but they never gave in."

Neville turned his head sharply to look at Harry: "I'm proud to be their son, but I'm not sure. I'm not ready to let anyone else know this except Flegg and you."

"We will all make our parents proud, I promise you." Harry looked at the wanted criminal in the newspaper with a firm gaze.

Harry had already met the woman Bellatrix Lestrange in the newspaper. She ran away last year. During the Goblet of Fire, Harry saw her in the cemetery, and even He rushed to contribute one of his palms to Voldemort's resurrection ceremony. It seemed that Fudge was planning to announce last year's unfavorable mistake in guarding Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic together with this one, Harry thought with disdain.