novelcrest Chapter 553 I'm not teaching anymore, you do it.
Chapter 553 I'm not teaching anymore, you do it.
Chapter 549 I'm not teaching anymore, you do it.
"cannot."
Before the Weasley twins could finish their request, Sean immediately refused.
"Didn't I tell you this before?"
"These achievements are for your own learning."
"Do you want to give your competitors room to spread rumors when you achieve success in the future?"
Sean imitated Umbridge's tone, deliberately making his voice high-pitched.
"Look at the Weasleys' shop. They didn't even graduate with proper grades, so how could they possibly sell products that meet quality standards?"
"What if something happens—"
It must be said that Sean's imitation was very accurate.
The fist was hard.
Ginny looked at Sean with surprise, as if she were seeing him for the first time.
In the eyes of many people, such as Ginny.
Sean has always been a gentle and learned person—but this gentleness has a distance, meaning that you can ask him for help with any problems, but he is definitely not the kind of person you can joke around with.
That's misunderstanding Sean.
It's not that you can't have fun, it's just that you can't find someone who's on the same wavelength as you.
I don't care about age, I only care about the person.
The Weasley twins have always been to Shawn's liking.
When the group and Molly returned to Black's old house, Snape had already left.
The meal was very warm and cozy, with a homey atmosphere.
After clearing the table, Sean returned to his bedroom to wait for Tonks to arrive.
But perhaps there are just too many people living at Hogwarts today.
Or perhaps Tonks was chatting with Hermione, Susan, Ginny, and others until very late at night.
In short, there don't seem to be any extra perks for Christmas Eve this year.
Sean always felt empty inside.
Incorrect. The laws established by our ancestors cannot be changed.
or----
Once an idea takes hold, it's hard to let it go. Especially considering Tonks' behavior a few days ago.
Why don't we go check? If the door isn't locked, it means it really wasn't locked!
When Sean, under the pretense of going to the restroom, passed by several people's rooms, he was surprised to discover this.
Should we lock the door for them? What if there are bad guys around?
Sean now faces a difficult test of both morality and dilemma, and in this situation, he chooses—
Close the door and lock it.
I just accidentally locked myself inside.
It was a mistake, really just a mistake.
Startled awake by the noise coming from the doorway, Tonks looked towards it.
"Shh"
Seeing that it was a senior student, I finally felt relieved.
"What's wrong?"
Her response was————
"Ugh, ugh, no—they're still right next to us, they just fell asleep—"
"Just be gentle, bear with it."
"...
."
I could hear the humming coming from the side.
Susan and Ginny were fast asleep; Hermione, however, frowned and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
For some reason, she always felt like she was being cuckolded.
The following day. That is, Christmas Day.
Everyone who left their bedroom was carrying bags and packages of gifts.
"Merry Christmas!"
Most of the gifts were the same as in previous years.
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For example, the sweaters Molly often knits, the books Hermione often receives, and the candy Ron often receives.
Hermione and Tonks kept exchanging glances.
It looks... a little strange.
The old house in Black was unusually lively today.
Members of the Order of the Phoenix come and go, and what's even more delightful is—
After Sean's discreet treatment yesterday, Arthur was discharged from the hospital this morning.
Today, Snape arrived at Black's old house as promised.
"Today, we will learn about Occlumency."
"OK."
Harry timidly spoke to Snape, who was somewhat unhappy about working overtime during the holiday.
"We should do things the same way as yesterday—"
"I already said to raise your hand if you have a question, why do you need to care what my name is?"
"professor----"
Snape nodded in satisfaction.
"Then let's continue yesterday's—Leech!" The spell was unleashed before the words had even finished.
Harry was already prepared and dodged it with a quick movement.
"Soul-stealing and mind-grabbing!"
Oh no, I dodged it again.
"Leech extraction! Leech extraction!"
But as the saying goes, things don't happen more than three times. This time, Snape used two Legilimency techniques to block Harry's left and right sides to prevent him from moving, and Harry naturally fell victim to them without any struggle.
Just when Harry thought he would remain calm and banish Snape from his mind, as Snape shamefully browsed his memories, as he had done the day before...
A sudden chill spread through me.
That might not be entirely accurate—the chill suddenly traveled down his spine, through his body, to his cerebral cortex, and then into his brain, giving him a jolt.
Immediately following was a voice.
"Stop him! Turn the tables on him!"
At the crucial moment, guided by that hoarse voice, Harry acted instinctively.
He saw it—
He saw it—a memory deep within Snape's mind—Lupin, Sirius, and Peter Pettigrew—his parents. He saw them, more clearly than ever before.
Snape was careless; he hadn't expected this to happen at all.
Therefore, there was no prior preparation to use brain shut-off techniques to block out one's memories.
And so—a disaster struck for him.
The memories I least wanted to be seen were completely exposed by the person I least wanted to see.
However, under the inexplicable mental suppression, he could only watch from the sidelines, unable to do anything and powerless.
It took a long time for that oppressive force to subside.
Snape finally had the opportunity to expel Harry's consciousness from his mind.
"What are you doing? Do you want to keep watching?"
Harry stood there, bewildered.
He hadn't expected his father, James, to be such a person—publicly humiliating Snape—this explained many things—no wonder Snape had always…—the image of his father shattered instantly in Harry's mind—
"Your father seems like an interesting person, right?"
Snape looked terrifying at that moment, like a bat baring its teeth, angrily grabbing at his body until he thought his body would be shaken to pieces.
"I...I didn't."
"I'm warning you!"
Snape roared in fury.
"You're not allowed to tell anyone what you saw. Get out of here and get that Phillips guy to come see me!"
When Harry stood before him, looking apprehensive, Sean was somewhat puzzled.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
"Snape wants to see you."
"What did you do to him?"
Harry shook his head and didn't say anything.
When Sean entered the room where the two had been sitting, he saw Snape sitting at the table with his head in his hands.
"What's wrong, Severus?"
The first sentence left Sean somewhat speechless.
"I can't teach Potter, you do it. I'll explain the specifics to Dumbledore personally."
Seeing Snape's disheveled appearance, Sean found it difficult to ask why.
"I see."
"Thank you."
Snape thanked him? Did he hear that right?
It seems Harry really hurt him so much that he would even say thank you.
After thinking about it—
Perhaps only that one thing could have such an effect?
But—how did this happen?
Could it be that...?
Considering the strange behavior of both Snape and Harry.
It didn't take Sean long to reconstruct the truth of the matter almost perfectly.
All I can say is that Snape was very unlucky.
It happened to coincide with Voldemort using the Harry Potter spy plane, causing the backlash of Legilimency.
It seems that training Harry is now a pressing matter.
The Christmas holiday went by very quickly.
It seems like nothing much has happened yet, and they're already on the Hogwarts Express.
All the wonderful things and happiness of the holiday were left behind in yesterday.
"What's wrong? Why are you frowning?"
Hermione spread the newspaper on the table, pointed to the photo that filled the front page, and then pointed to the headline above the photo.
Azkaban prison break
The Ministry of Magic announced last night that a large-scale prison break had occurred in Azkaban.
Minister Cornell Fudge confirmed in an interview at his office that nine serious criminals escaped last night and that the Muggle Prime Minister had been informed of the danger posed by these fugitives.
"It is with great regret that another prison break has occurred in Azkaban, marking the third such incident in ten years."
Fudge stated in the report.
"Furthermore, we do not believe these incidents are unrelated. A prison break of this scale is highly likely to have received outside assistance. The two people who successfully escaped earlier were both members of the Black family—who knows if they provided help to those inside—however, the Ministry of Magic is pursuing the escapees with all its might and urges the public to remain vigilant and stay away from these dangerous individuals."
but-
Most people didn't seem to care much about the news.
Didn't they know that Voldemort had gained more helpers?
So what if there are nine more people?
However, the behavior of the faculty and staff was completely different from that of the students at the long table.
Dumbledore and McGonagall were whispering to each other.
Umbridge furtively glanced back and forth at the two of them, while Snape was not in his usual seat.
Professor Phillips remained calm and ate his meal quietly.
However, Sean was not informed of this beforehand.
Even Bella and the others only realized that Voldemort hadn't been in his room the night before when they saw him return to the castle with a large group of Death Eaters.
What's going on?
Logically speaking, Voldemort should have been fast asleep by that time, right?
When did Voldemort start working all night?
It seems that Voldemort was so impressed by their efficiency that he didn't take them with him on the mission.
Of course, there are other possibilities—Voldemort might have thought that working with this group of undercover agents was just too unlucky.
Take the last time I entered the Ministry of Magic, for example. I finally managed to break into the Department of Mysteries to get the Prophecy Orb, but to my surprise, I found that I couldn't get it and all my efforts were in vain.
"Oh my god—" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, her eyes still fixed on the newspaper.
"What is it now?" Harry asked quickly, his heart skipping a beat.
"————That's terrible." Hermione folded the tenth page of the newspaper over and handed it to Harry and Ron.
Following the mysterious death of a Ministry of Magic employee, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses pledged last night to launch a full investigation into the death of Ministry of Magic employee Broderick Bodle.
Mr. Bode, 49, was strangled to death by a plant in his hospital bed and could not be saved.
It is understood that he was hospitalized several weeks ago due to a work-related injury.
Melanie Straw, the therapist in charge of the ward at the time of the incident, has been suspended pending a paid investigation and has not yet made a public statement.
However, a hospital spokesperson said, "We are deeply saddened by Mr. Bode's unfortunate passing. He was making steady progress in his recovery before the incident."
"The hospital has strict regulations on ward decorations, but therapist Straw was busy during the Christmas season and neglected the potential danger of the plant by Mr. Bode's bedside. As his speech and mobility gradually recovered, she encouraged him to care for the plant himself, failing to recognize that it was not a harmless Christmas cactus, but a devil's web. When Mr. Bode touched it, the plant quickly wrapped around him and strangled him fatally."
"The hospital is still unable to explain how the plant ended up in the ward, and we are appealing to any shamans who may know anything to come forward with clues."
"Could the devil's web disguise itself as a potted flower and appear in a hospital?"
Ron said incredulously, but Hermione had already sensed that something was wrong.
"I don't think anyone would be foolish enough to send a devil's web to the hospital as a decorative plant without knowing it can kill—this is clearly murder, a very well-planned murder. If the person who sent the plant didn't leave their name, where do you even begin the investigation?"
While the group discussed the connection between the "devil's web" and "murder," Hagrid had already entered the auditorium.
Hello everyone?
"How was your holiday, Hagrid?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing, I've just been busy, you know—preparing lessons—the scales of two salamanders rotted—I kept them for inspection."
It's not surprising at all that Hagrid was placed on probation.
On the contrary, it would be strange if he hadn't been retained for probation.
The news of Hagrid's probationary period spread throughout the school within days, and almost no one seemed uneasy about it; some were even overjoyed.
This made the little ones feel inexplicably sad.
The morning after the Azkaban escape made the newspapers, a new, eye-catching notice appeared on the college's bulletin board:
A senior investigator at Hogwarts issued an order that all teachers must not disclose any information to students that is unrelated to the courses they teach.
This regulation is implemented in accordance with Education Order No. 27.
sign:
Senior Investigator Dolores Jan Umbridge's latest decree immediately sparked ridicule and mockery among students.
Lee Jordan publicly pointed out that, according to the new rule, Umbridge no longer has the right to reprimand Fred and George for playing Explosive Cards in the back of the classroom.
"The Exploding Cards aren't part of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor!" Lee said seriously. "So you can't say anything about that—that's outside of your coursework!"
However, the students soon discovered that Lee Jordan had suddenly become unusually "well-behaved".
Umbridge's troops quickly resumed normal training.
After a holiday break, they trained even harder.
In Tonks' words—
Given time, she guarantees she can train these students to be perfectly disciplined, and it wouldn't be far-fetched to put them directly into the battering team.
And all of this was happening in a great hurry.
Ginny, however, had already quietly made up her mind.