Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 74 Harry's Cage

Now that Amelia has made her decision, she won't drag her feet.

After learning that Damon couldn't Apparate yet, she decided to take advantage of the summer vacation to teach him personally.

In this way, she can also get to know Damon better through the process of getting along with him.

"Do you have any prior knowledge of the Apparition spell?"

Amelia looked at Damon and asked the question, determined that if she found that the child did not meet her expectations during her time with him, she would find an excuse to shirk her previous tasks - making an exception for a mediocre person would only embarrass everyone in the end.

"I know that Apparition is strictly divided into [Apparition] and [Apparition]. Apparition means disappearing at the original location, while Apparition means appearing at the destination.

Throughout the casting process, remember the 3 Ds, namely:

Destination, Determination, Deliberation.

If it is not firm enough during use, it is easy to separate. In addition,

It turned out that Amelia's worries were obviously unnecessary.

The lines on her face seemed to soften a little, and she said gently:
"Since you are ready, I will be your temporary teacher."

Because Amelia had a lot of things to do during the day, she could only spare four hours a day to teach Damon.

But these four hours were more than enough for Daemon - even at Hogwarts, you could only take three Apparition classes a week, and they weren't one-on-one tutoring by a famous teacher.

Except for the first day when Damon was a little nervous when casting the spell, it only took him two days to become proficient in short-distance Apparition.

If a general novice wizard wants to reach this level, it will take at least five weeks.

This terrifying learning speed shocked Amelia, but at the same time she secretly confirmed that she had not misjudged him.

By the time of the Apparition test two weeks later, Damon had perfectly achieved Apparition over a distance of ten kilometers and passed the test with ease.

Of course, in a new identity - Caliban Mortos.

It turns out that the Ministry of Magic's inspection equipment can remove all traces of magic, but it cannot remove the makeup on Damon's face.

This is normal. After all, this thing can't even detect Polyjuice Potion. Although Polyjuice Potion is a very complicated potion, the fact that Death Eaters only need to use Polyjuice Potion to enter the Ministry of Magic still makes Damon a little speechless.

"What's the name of this spell you created? I think it would be a good choice if it were introduced into the Auror curriculum."

Although she had expected the result, Amelia was still very happy to see Damon pass the test easily, and asked him about his magical spell.

"It's called Fixus Cosmeticus, but I wouldn't recommend promoting it."

"why?"

"Firstly, it only has one set of makeup. If you want to create other looks, you have to find a Muggle makeup artist to record them.

Secondly, with all due respect, are the Ministry's internal confidentiality procedures tight enough? If the Death Eaters learn this trick, I'm afraid the entire Ministry will become a leaky sieve."

Amelia thought of that possibility and nodded solemnly - at the same time, she couldn't help but feel suspicious - since the Ministry of Magic's detection equipment is not perfect, does it mean that there may be Death Eaters mixed in the Ministry of Magic?

She had seen Damon's memories of fighting Voldemort through the Pensieve, and was completely convinced that Voldemort was not completely dead.

She had also casually asked Fudge, "What if You-Know-Who wasn't dead?"

She could never forget Fudge's reaction at that time - he was like a mouse whose tail was stepped on, his face flushed as he asked her why she had such an idea. Voldemort was dead, completely dead!
Fudge's furious expression made Amelia more convinced of Damon's judgment. She wrote to Dumbledore, anxiously asking about the matter, but the reply she received was to stay calm, saying he was trying to figure it out and that if he needed help, he would contact her promptly.

As for how to treat Damon, Dumbledore only said that he would accept and support whatever decision Amelia made.

For this reason, Amelia often privately criticized Dumbledore as a cunning guy who threw his own disciple to her and did nothing about it.

After half a month of study, Damon officially bid farewell to Amelia.

"I have removed the traces from you. I hope you will not betray my trust. If one day I find out that you have caused any accident, I will personally arrest you and send you to Azkaban!"

Before they parted, Amelia didn't say any kind words, but instead solemnly warned Damon.

"Don't worry, that time won't come. But you, don't force yourself."

Damon walked forward and patted Amelia's arm:

"Dumbledore and I will deal with Voldemort. You don't need to worry about anything. With us here, he will spend his entire life rolling in the gutter. There's no chance of him returning."

What he didn't say was.

Plus, you won't die at Voldemort's hands this time.

A deafening roar echoed throughout the house.

"That's the third time this week!" Dursley Vernon roared at Harry across the table. "If you can't control that owl, send it packing!"

"It's feeling bored. It's used to flying outside. If only I could let it out at night."

"Do you take me for a fool?" roared Uncle Vernon, a strand of fried egg dangling from his bushy beard. "I know what happens when you let an owl out, and I'm telling you, kid, you can't do it!"

Harry lowered his head uncomfortably.

As soon as he got home, Uncle Vernon locked his spellbooks, wand, robes, cauldron, and the top-of-the-line Nimbus 2000 in the small, dark cupboard under the stairs.

The Dursleys didn't care whether Harry would be expelled from the house Quidditch team for not practicing for a summer.

What did it have to do with them that Harry hadn't done any of his homework and wouldn't be able to hand it in when he got back to school?
Hedwig was locked in a cage all day long, without even the chance to go out for some fresh air. This made her very irritable all day long, and she often screamed loudly because she was suffocated. Harry was helpless about all this and could only say sorry to her with red eyes.

Guilt was like the lawn he was often ordered to mow. Every time he said sorry, it took root deeper into his heart.

Of course, the Dursleys wouldn't care.

If they didn't even care about the boy's mental health, how could they possibly care about his damn magical pet?

He had returned to the Dursleys for the summer, and they had treated him like a dog that had rolled in a squalid place.

No one remembered that today was his birthday - oh, cousin Dudley did remember it, and he laughed at Harry for "not having any friends" at school, so there was no one to send him a letter.

Harry missed Hogwarts so much that his insides ached, and the summer vacation had only just begun.

This holiday, which made all the children feel relaxed and happy, was like a cage where he could not breathe air for Harry.

Every second I stayed there, the feeling of suffocation grew stronger.

"Damon, Ron, Hermione, where are you all? Why hasn't your mother sent me a single letter after almost a month of summer vacation?"

(End of this chapter)