A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Harry stuck his wand inside and stirred it.

The silvery light slowly rotated, becoming even more transparent.

“That’s not how it works,” Aaron said helplessly. “You have to get closer.”

If you want to know anything about your memories of Barty Crouch, just think about him.

"Would it be in here?"

"This might not have happened before, but Dumbledore will definitely extract this part of his memory recently..."

Aaron's voice trailed off mid-sentence because Harry had already stuck his head inside.

"Awesome!" Aaron's lips twitched slightly. He hesitated for a while before pulling him back. "You're pretty amazing too. Entering other people's memories without permission is very dangerous. Didn't Tom Riddle teach you a lesson?"

“Dumbledore and Voldemort are completely different.” Harry gasped for breath. “And I’ve learned a lot of useful things about Crouch, Karkaroff, Bagman, and… Professor Snape.”

"What did you see?" Aaron asked, frowning.

"At Karkaroff's trial, he was arrested by Professor Moody and tried by Barty Crouch himself."

He wanted to reveal the names of other Death Eaters to escape Azkaban, but unfortunately, the people he mentioned were either dead or captured.

He also confessed to...

Harry hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Severus Snape, Dumbledore said Snape was his spy planted on Voldemort's side."

"Hoo!" Aaron took a deep breath and looked at Harry seriously. "You keep this to yourself and never tell anyone else, including Sirius."

"Many people know that there were at least several hundred wizards in that trial."

“But many people don’t know that either,” Aaron said irritably. “Hundreds of students at Hogwarts don’t know this. If you spread this around, Professor Snape will be very troubled.”

Harry nodded blankly, "I understand."

"And then? Who did Karkaroff implicate?"

He not only escaped Azkaban, but also became the principal of Durmstrang, achieving considerable success.

"You won't believe it, it's simply unbelievable."

Barty Crouch's son, Barty Crouch Jr., is a Death Eater.

"Wait... are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

“Absolutely not,” Harry said with absolute certainty. “Old Barty sent his own son to Azkaban, and his wife fainted in front of him. It was just... too cruel.”

Aaron remained silent for a while after hearing this. "Is there anything else?"

“And then there’s Neville. His parents were tortured by several Death Eaters with the Crucifixion Curse.” Harry said gravely. “Professor Moody knew about this. He probably used the Crucifixion Curse in front of Neville during Defense Against the Dark Arts class to try and help him get out of that nightmare.”

"But he failed, and Neville was so scared that his face turned white."

"And Ludo Bagman, who has also been accused of being a Death Eater."

"Are you kidding me?" Aaron said incredulously. "If someone like him can become a Death Eater, then Voldemort's standards for selecting people are way too low!"

Harry wholeheartedly agreed. In his view, although Ludo Bagman was somewhat annoying, he was fundamentally different from the Death Eaters. At least he would never dare to overstep the rules of the Ministry of Magic.

“Many people think so, which is why Ludo Bagman was released with almost no trial.” Harry shrugged. “That’s all we’ve seen so far. It’s no wonder it’s Dumbledore’s memory; even a little bit leaked out is enough to shock us for years to come.”

Chapter 395 The Warriors' Families, Humanitarian Concern

Crunch!

The oak door suddenly opened.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Dumbledore walked in, then looked at the two people standing in front of his Pensieve with surprise.

“Professor,” Harry said慌张地, “I know I shouldn’t touch your things, but the cabinet door was open, and this is the first time I’ve seen the Pensieve, so…”

"Curiosity is not a sin, but one should proceed with caution," Dumbledore sighed helplessly. "How did you know it was called the Pensieve?"

“Uh… I have one too,” Aaron said, raising his hand.

“I see,” Dumbledore said, suddenly realizing. “So, before you fell into my mind, you had something to tell me, didn’t you?”

The two exchanged a glance, and Harry began to tell Dumbledore about his dream during Divination class.

"Aaron suspected that Mr. Crouch was controlled by Voldemort with the Imperius Curse, but he broke free of the mind control through his own will."

After escaping to Hogwarts, he might... In my dream, Voldemort said he was dead.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore remained silent for a long while before sighing, "It seems the Ministry of Magic's investigation is destined to come to nothing."

“Fudge has always liked to deceive himself. He thinks that Barty Crouch and Bertha Jorkins have mental problems and that their disappearance is normal.” Aaron made no attempt to hide his contempt for Fudge. “All the Ministry of Magic will find are two corpses, or maybe they won’t even find the corpses.”

“Professor,” Harry stammered, “do you think Voldemort has really gotten stronger?”

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then nodded hesitantly. "All signs indicate that he is about to make a comeback, in a way I don't know, but there is no doubt that his power is gradually returning."

“There’s something I should tell you,” Aaron said meaningfully. “Professor Snape said the other day that he lost some African snake bark and lacewings, which are ingredients for making Polyjuice Potion.”

A glint of wisdom flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and many questions were answered in that instant: Voldemort's henchmen were hidden in Hogwarts using Polyjuice Potion.

But more problems were put on the table, because this meant that everyone except a few people was a suspect, even a first-year wizard.

“Mr. Gaius, thank you for this information; it is very helpful.”

“You’re welcome.” Aaron waved his hand and continued, “Voldemort wanted to kill Harry Potter, and the third competition was the best opportunity.”

"Don't worry about that, I will have Moody constantly inspect the maze."

By now, you should have a pretty good understanding of his abilities. While not foolproof, he's certainly not far off.

Hearing this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Currently at Hogwarts, besides Dumbledore, only Professor Moody can give him enough sense of security.

“Alright, we should go,” Aaron said, walking toward the oak door on his own.

Harry followed behind him, and as they stepped out of the headmaster's office, he seemed to remember something. "Sir, if it's convenient, please keep an eye on Fawkes."

Dumbledore was somewhat puzzled, and then turned to look at the branch he was perched on.

The next moment, he almost popped his eyes out; his Fox was simply too grotesque to be seen in public.

“This…Aaron Gaius…” Dumbledore was so angry he wanted to curse, but he was the only one left in the headmaster’s office with a phoenix who looked utterly dejected.

Aaron and Abe, who were walking towards the common room, suddenly shivered. The two of them glanced back at the principal's office in unison, as if the entire building was shrouded in a layer of black fury. Feeling guilty, they quickened their pace.

......

June has arrived, and the third competition event is drawing ever closer.

Due to the three-way competition, this year's holiday and exams have been postponed.

Several of the contestants don't have to take the final exam, but the rest are making the most of their time to study.

Besides diligently signing in every day, Aaron would practice magic circles with his thought entity, sparring from time to time to increase his combat experience and skills.

Hermione and Ron often helped Harry practice spells at school, and Professor McGonagall, seeing this, granted them the right to use the Transfiguration classroom as a dedicated training room.

Harry really went all out for this third project, training overtime every day and mastering several spells in a short period of time.

Although he was still not very skilled with the Ironclad Charm, he was quite adept at using the Obstacle Charm, the Shattering Charm, and the Stunning Charm.

This gave him more confidence in the maze; even if he couldn't defeat the creatures inside, he was confident he could escape.

The day before the match, when the five warriors were on edge, the freshly printed Daily Prophet was delivered to Hogwarts.

Aaron had developed a good habit of reading newspapers during this time, but he still couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement when he saw the headlines.

Harry Potter – Disturbed, emotionally dangerous.

The newspaper exaggeratedly described Harry's performance in Divination class, adding a series of distorted explanations from experts regarding the pain of the scar on his forehead.

The final conclusion is that Harry Potter is a dangerous boy who likes to study dark magic and is prone to losing control.

It has to be said that Rita Skeeter's timing for releasing her work was incredibly precise. Releasing such explosive news the day before the competition was sure to make the newspapers sell like hotcakes.

Harry was much calmer when he saw the newspaper; after all, he had been insulted several times, and his mental fortitude needed to improve.

"Compared to the previous two times, this time was better; at least I didn't cry alone in the dark."

“How did Rita Skeeter know your scar hurt during Divination class?” Hermione asked, puzzled. “She couldn’t have been there during class!”

“Who knows? Maybe she was eavesdropping outside,” Ron said. “Her work ethic is practically nonexistent; she’s absolutely capable of doing something like this.”

“But the Divination class is on the top floor of the North Building!” Hermione frowned. “To eavesdrop, she’d have to climb up to the top-floor window. Isn’t that a bit too risky?”

"As long as she can fly," Aaron said abruptly. "Unless she also has an invisibility cloak, there's only one possibility."

But Dumbledore doesn't allow her to enter Hogwarts Castle freely, so flying broomsticks can be ruled out.

Hermione paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something, her pupils widening involuntarily. "You mean? That's impossible, isn't it?"

This is illegal, and if you get caught...

"As long as she didn't get caught, that's fine, isn't it? She's obviously very confident in herself." Aaron chuckled meaningfully. "She can fly, so she won't attract attention, and she probably isn't very big, what do you think?"

“That’s right, I’m sure I can catch her,” Hermione said excitedly.

Harry and Ron exchanged a confused look and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"A major discovery, he's saying Rita Skeeter is..."

“I didn’t say anything,” Aaron interrupted. “I just simply don’t like her.”

To be fair, the content of newspapers is indeed quite interesting, but the quality has declined drastically; sometimes I feel that reading the newspaper is a waste of time.

“This situation will change soon, I promise,” Hermione said confidently, then grabbed her bag and left the Great Hall.

"Where did she go?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"how could I know?"

"Warriors, gather in the conference room next to the auditorium after you finish your meal," Professor McGonagall said as she walked over.

"Isn't the match tomorrow afternoon?" Aaron asked. "Or is there some kind of instruction?"

"The warriors' families will be invited to watch the game; you can meet them first," Professor McGonagall said before leaving, leaving Harry and Aaron looking at each other in bewilderment.

“Relatives?” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think my parents would come to watch this kind of game. It’s probably Genes who’s here.”

“The Dursleys certainly won’t come,” Harry murmured.