A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Master, I miss you so much!"

"Good boy." Aaron rubbed its head. "Your return means they're back too."

This is your first time staying at someone else's house. How does it feel?

"Not so good." Abel looked aggrieved. "Hermione won't let me eat my fill, Fred and George are always staring at my pockets, Ginny tries to hug me all the time and almost strangled me a few times, Harry and Ron are always trying to see how big I can get, and Moody and Lupin look at me really strangely. One wants me to heal his hidden injuries, and the other wants me to try and turn him back into a normal person..."

After hearing what it said, several black lines appeared on Aaron's forehead.

To be honest, this treatment was within Abe's expectations, but he had clearly gained half a pound during the two-week vacation, which didn't seem like he was having a bad time.

"I'll give you one more chance, tell the truth."

Abe paused for a moment, then lowered her head weakly. "The Weasleys have been pretty good to me. They've prepared a nice menu for me, the kind that includes chicken legs in every meal."

“This is your last chance,” Aaron said with displeasure. “I’m warning you, don’t try to downplay the seriousness of the matter. I’ll be going to Harry and the others to confirm it at any time.”

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Abe's eyes, and he grinned sheepishly.

"Hermione wouldn't let me eat my fill, but on my first night I found the kitchen and secretly added a midnight snack to the menu. Fred, George, Ron, and Harry were a bit more difficult, so I went directly to Mrs. Weasley to complain, shed a few tears in front of her, and then..."

"Then what happened?"

Fred, George, and Ron were severely scolded and had to stand while eating.

Harry escaped punishment thanks to Sirius's intercession, but I saved Buckbeak's life two years ago—that hippogriff.

I gave it a look, and it ignored the two of them for the rest of the holiday.

"And what about Ginny?"

"It's perfect for a girl to carry without having to walk, and... it's quite comfortable."

As for Moody and Lupin, I simply unleashed a breath of dragon's breath, scaring them far away.

Snapped!

Aaron slapped his forehead speechlessly, then gave it a thumbs up.

As expected of the dragon who has followed him for five years, he did a really good job.

"Fine, I still won't let you go out and cause trouble for people anymore," Aaron said reluctantly.

"Great!" Abe laughed carefree. These past few days, without its owner around, it hadn't been able to eat properly.

"Have you bought the stuff?"

"I bought it."

Abe nodded and reached his paws into the pocket.

Aaron quickly stopped them; they were in the castle, and it would be difficult to explain if they took out a pile of food.

"Let's go back first."

Aaron took it back to the Slytherin common room and then entered the Hall of Shaking Gods through the dormitory's secret passage.

When the thought entity saw Abe, a smile appeared on its face, but after a quick glance, the smile became strange.

"You've gained weight, but it's only been two weeks!"

Aaron shrugged and transmitted the memories he had just received to the mind of the thought entity.

"This is really..." The corner of the thought twitched slightly. "Well, as long as I didn't suffer any losses, that's fine."

"You can take out the things you bought now," Aaron said.

"Good host."

Abe flew into the air and opened his pocket.

A large pile of fresh fruits and vegetables fell to the floor, followed by rice, flour, cooking oil, and various packaged meats.

The three small hills of varying heights piled together still create a visually striking effect.

“That’s good, this is enough for us to eat for two and a half years,” Aaron said with satisfaction.

“That’s how it should be normally, but…” The thought-generating entity looked at Abe with some helplessness. The moment the last piece of meat was poured out, it pounced on a ham that was bigger than itself.

A large piece of meat disappeared at a visible speed, and occasionally, when it felt like it, it would heat it up with dragon flames.

"Sigh!" The Thought-Body clicked its tongue inwardly, "Raising a dragon is really not easy!"

Not only did its weight change during this holiday, but its appetite also changed.

"It's alright," Aaron waved his hand. "It doesn't eat here often, and I'll take it with me when I go back, so let's just treat it as normal!"

The entity nodded slightly, then snapped its fingers.

More than ten shadowy ninjas emerged from the shadows and divided into three groups to carry the food to the back door of a stone door, which was a storage room with a preservation effect created using the Seamless Stretch Spell.

Aaron picked up Abe and flicked it on the head in an annoyed tone, "Don't eat yet."

"Master, I...I'm hungry." Abe looked at the half-eaten ham with tears in his eyes. "They came by Knight Bus today, and I only had breakfast."

"Uh... then we'll eat it later." Aaron shook his head speechlessly, then placed it on a stone bench. "Tell me what information you've gathered these past few days."

"Intelligence?" Abe scratched his head blankly, seemingly not quite understanding the meaning of those two words.

"So what have they been busy with these days?" the thought prompted. "Where did you go with them? What did they talk about most?"

"That's a big house, it has several floors!"

However, it's much smaller than our house.

"Nonsense, if the Order of the Phoenix were that ostentatious, Voldemort would have wiped it out long ago."

We're asking for the address, you understand?

“Hmm…it seems to be number 12 Grimmauld Place, yes, number 12,” Abe said definitively. “As for the most talked about topic…it seems to be Harry Potter.”

"Oh, tell me more about it." Aaron immediately became interested.

He didn't care about the location of the Order of the Phoenix, and even if he knew, he would never go there.

But Harry Potter is different; the information it really wants is related to him.

"They say the Dark Lord might possess Harry."

"What?"

"It's true, Harry can read the Dark Lord's mind, but the Dark Lord will realize it sooner or later."

Using his magic, reading Harry's mind wouldn't be difficult.

Aaron and the thought entity exchanged a glance, and said in a deep voice, "Those dreams he had were definitely not coincidences, but I didn't expect the drawbacks to be so great."

"It's certain that one's thoughts can be read in reverse. Unless one's Occlumency technique is mastered to its highest level, a mage can never defeat a peak archmage."

"Yes! From now on, we can't believe his dreams, whether they're good or bad."

Voldemort was fully capable of weaving a fabricated dream to use Harry to transmit false information; if he succeeded even once, he would have made a huge profit.

As for possession... that's a bit of an exaggeration!

"It's not impossible. Don't forget that Harry Potter's blood was one of the main ingredients in the magic that resurrected Voldemort."

"We two should be the most qualified to speak on this. Blood is important, yet not important; it's not important, yet it seems incredibly important." The thought entity counted on its fingers. "Opening the Chamber of Secrets requires blood, forging weapons requires blood, signing contracts requires blood, and... in Narnia, the White Witch's prerequisite for freedom is a drop of human blood."

“That’s true!” Aaron sighed slightly. “But I think even if Voldemort had this connection with Harry, he probably couldn’t possess him from a distance.”

No wonder Dumbledore let Harry spend his holidays with the Order of the Phoenix; with these people protecting him, it wouldn't be so easy for Voldemort to possess him.

"Is there anything else?" the thought-form asked Abe.

"Also, Snape came by yesterday, and Dumbledore asked him to teach Harry Potter Occlumency."

Aaron raised an eyebrow, then couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm not gloating! It's just that his situation is truly unfortunate."

Umbridge alone made him feel hopeless; adding Snape on top of that wouldn't just be adding insult to injury, it would be adding hail to snow!

The sympathetic body nodded, silently mourning for Harry for a second; this was definitely the hardest year of his school life.

Aaron handed the ham to Abbey for his dinner, then looked at the Memory Entity. "Dumbledore had Professor Snape teach Harry Occlumency. You can tell he's getting anxious."

However, this indicates that a storm is brewing, and we need to prepare for the worst.

“And Draco,” the thought entity said with a headache, “we need to prepare for him in advance, and also make arrangements for Crabbe and Goyle.”

Chapter 477 Death Eaters Escape from Prison, The Truth in "The Quibbler"

With the Christmas holidays over, fifth-grade wizards are back to their busy schoolwork.

Umbridge assigned them a lot of homework, which made it difficult to schedule DA classes.

In particular, Harry had to go to Professor Snape's office every Monday night for Potions lessons. Without this teaching assistant, Aaron would feel very tired, so he decisively gave up and moved the lessons to Mondays.

Apart from Harry being somewhat injured, everything seems to be on track.

However, these unpleasant days did not last long, as they were disrupted by a report in the Daily Prophet.

A mass prison break occurred in Azkaban.

Aaron couldn't help but gasp when he saw the title.

His first thought was that Voldemort's loyal followers had returned to his side. With this elite group of Death Eaters, it would be much easier for Voldemort to do whatever he wanted.

But when he saw the next sentence, a look of contempt appeared in his eyes: "The Ministry of Magic is worried that Black is a caller for the Death Eaters."

"Tsk! How ridiculous! It's utterly absurd! Secretary Connelly is really good at shifting blame!"

"Senior," Xilin walked over and asked somewhat reservedly, "When do we start training?"

"Feeling pressured?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"I guess so! The wizarding world is not very peaceful right now, and Hogwarts won't always be safe."

“I’m quite pleased with your awareness.” Aaron looked at the illustrations in the newspaper, which showed ten escaped convicts, a badly damaged Azkaban, and Dementors flying freely in the sky above the prison.

"Everyone else must think the same way, and I estimate that everyone will work very hard in the upcoming training."

Aaron nodded noncommittally. If the students were motivated, he, as the teacher, could have an easier time.

A few days later, DA members gathered at the House of Requirement.