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"Change your appearance..." Ron said thoughtfully: "Harry, if we learn this trick, can we deal with Malfoy well? As long as we become Crabbe again Looks like Goyle..."
Harry's eyes immediately lit up.
Being able to beat Malfoy without revealing his identity was what he had always wanted.
"Don't think about it." Hermione glanced at the two of them from the side and said calmly: "This special course should only be for students in sixth grade and above. We will have to wait until next year to learn... If Tonks is the assistant teacher by then If you're still at Hogwarts."
"Why." Ron was a little unconvinced, "Don't people below the sixth grade need to hide themselves? Or can we always stay in school."
"Did you not listen to what they just said?" Hermione turned her head impatiently and said, "Then let me remind you that the prerequisite for changing one's appearance is to learn human body deformation. This is high-end deformation magic. Fifth graders The following will not be learned at all.”
"But we are only in fifth grade," Harry said, "and we happen to be studying human transfiguration."
He took out his homework, dug out the Transfiguration class and said, "Look, our homework even explains the development and changes of human body deformation in each period."
"Of course I know this," Hermione said, "but have you learned it?"
When she asked this question, Harry immediately fell silent.
Has he learned it?
The answer to this question is of course no.
At most, he would not be reprimanded by Professor McGonagall because of his current level. As for Ron... his level is even worse than his own. In the last Transfiguration class, he was deducted two points because he failed to complete Professor McGonagall's requirements. .
"Look, this is the key." Hermione said, "Changing your appearance and bones is much more complicated than turning your arms into branches. Even if she is willing to teach you, can you learn it?"
Ron opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't refute it at all. In the end, he could only mutter in a low voice: "Really, it's obviously Defense Against the Dark Arts, why is it related to Transfiguration again?"
No one answered him. Hermione acted as if she hadn't heard anything and continued: "So, before we finish learning human transformation, this kind of course will only appear in sixth and seventh grade."
"What about us..." Harry asked anxiously, "Why don't we let Umbridge teach us? I've really had enough."
"I don't know." Hermione shook her head, "There may be other contents."
She glanced down at her new class schedule, "We have to wait until Wednesday for Assistant Tonks's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so we should know by then."
After finishing lunch, several people walked out of the auditorium.
At the same time, Kyle was also called to the principal's office.
He looked at the Dementor wearing a tattered black cloak floating in the office, and asked doubtfully: "Professor, have you decided to change your pet? If that's the case, then leave Fox to me to take care of it."
"Except for Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic does not allow Dementors to appear anywhere else, let alone keep them in private hands.
Dumbledore said calmly: "Besides, taking care of Fawkes is not a complicated matter. I can do it myself."
"Then this is..." Kyle asked, pointing at the dementor.
"Remember what I told you a few days ago?" Dumbledore said, "We need to know whether the dementors have surrendered to Voldemort."
"Ah, that's right." Kyle also remembered, "But didn't Fudge say that the dementors were unwilling to leave Azkaban? He also came to Hogwarts alone that afternoon.
"Have the Dementors changed their minds?"
"It may be that others have changed their minds." Dumbledore stood up and came to the Dementor. "It just so happens that I just expressed to Fudge my intention to go to Azkaban in person. Magic The ministry brought it.”
"That's quite a coincidence." Kyle said. He looked around the office and found that there was no one else here except himself and Dumbledore.
"It came by itself?"
"Of course not." Dumbledore said and shook his head, "The beater responsible for bringing it had a bad stomach and has gone to the campus hospital. Madam Pomfrey should cure them in two hours.
"I'm also planning to go to the school hospital to visit them now, so I'll leave this to you, no problem."
"No problem, Professor." Kyle nodded.
"That's good," said Dumbledore.
Then he left, leaving Kyle and the Dementor alone in the office.
The fire in the fireplace was very bright, but Kyle couldn't help but wrap himself in a thick robe. It had to be said that with the dementors around, no matter how many ways he tried to keep warm, it would be useless.
Even if this kind of creature does nothing and just floats there, it can absorb all the surrounding temperature, especially in such a small space.
It's fine in the summer, but a bit miserable in the winter.
Fortunately, at this time, Fox flew onto Kyle's shoulder, and the biting cold finally disappeared.
The Dementor suddenly stepped back, as if he was afraid of the Phoenix's approach.
Well, the Phoenix now has another role to play in driving away Dementors, and Kyle is becoming more envious of Dumbledore.
He raised his head and tried to identify the appearance of the dementor in front of him, trying to see if it was one of the ones he had come into contact with before.
But the dementors all looked similar, at least to Kyle. He looked at them for a long time and didn't find anything particularly familiar.
Kyle subconsciously took a step forward, and the Dementor stepped back a little, sticking tightly to the wall.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to ask you a few questions." Kyle held Fox in his hand, took out the pod given by Professor Sprout from his pocket and fed it to him, while asking: "Do you remember the prisoner that day?" Prison break thing?"
The dementor didn't say anything, and Kyle didn't urge him. He just waited patiently.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that the dementor made a dull "click" sound, like the sound of a bad old radio contact.
"Which...once..."
"The time ten people escaped from prison," Kyle said.
"Remember……"
"Very good." Kyle nodded, "Can you tell me what happened that day?"
The Dementor glanced down at Fox in Kyle's arms.
"Don't worry, just say what you want and it won't do anything to you."
The Dementor still wanted to move back, but there was already a wall behind it. After trying several times, it had no choice but to give up and just float there.
"That day...many people came...it was they...opened...the cell door..."
"Didn't you stop him?" Kyle asked, "It is the Dementors' responsibility to look after the prisoners."
"Can't stop..."
"Why, you can't beat it?"
"Cannot be stopped..." the Dementor repeated: "We are not allowed to... be stopped..."
"Who stopped him?" Kyle asked: "The people who opened the cell door, or other Dementors."
The Dementor didn't say anything, but Kyle had already guessed the answer, so he changed his words.
"Can you tell me? How many dementors left Azkaban after that time.
Oh, don't worry, what you say here will not reach the Ministry of Magic, I swear on Dumbledore's name. "
This time, the Dementor was silent for more than ten minutes before replying in a hoarse voice: "Three groups..."
"Three groups of dementors?" Kyle frowned, "How many are that?"
"That's sixty." A voice came from the wall.
It was a witch with a bun. When Kyle came in just now, she was still sleeping with her eyes closed, but now she appeared in the frame closest to them.
The witch explained: "When Azkaban was first established, there were five areas in total, which held different levels of criminals. Each area was guarded by twenty dementors, and another twenty would be replaced after three days. In order to facilitate the statistics and management of the Ministry of Magic, this number has been fixed."
"So that's it." Kyle suddenly realized.
Sixty dementors chose to follow Voldemort... because he didn't know how many dementors there were in total, and Kyle wasn't sure whether the number was large or small.
The only thing that was certain was that the dementors had really rebelled.
No wonder the Death Eaters escaped from prison this time. The Ministry of Magic only said that they would use Strikers and Aurors to hunt them down, but did not mention Dementors at all. This was not their style.
After all, in order to hunt down a Sirius two years ago, almost a hundred Dementors were transferred to Hogwarts successively, and all the searches were carried out by the Dementors, and the accompanying strikers were only to an auxiliary role.
Apparently the Ministry of Magic had known for a long time that there was a dementor rebellion, but they just never told Dumbledore.
"Boy!"
While Kyle was thinking about it, a voice came from the portrait again,
Sirius's grandfather, Phineas Black, was lying on the border, looking at him with interest, "Can you talk to dementors?"
Although he asked this question, his tone was unusually sure, "This is an incredible ability. Even if you are imprisoned in Azkaban in the future, you can still escape with this ability... and even directly control the Wizarding prison."
"It seems like you are much more dangerous than the one named Voldemort."
"Phineas!" The witch who spoke before glanced at him, "You should believe Albus, he is the headmaster now."
"Tsk, believe Dumbledore." Phineas curled his lips, "His students are much more dangerous than when I was the principal. Hogwarts is almost becoming the cradle of the Dark Lord."
"Phineas, if you say that again..." the witch rolled up her sleeves, "I don't mind letting you suffer a little."
"What do you want to do?" Phineas immediately shut up, "I'm doing this for the good of Hogwarts. I'm warning you not to mess around. It hurts when I hit someone!"
"Principal Black." Kyle interrupted them, "Can you please keep this matter a secret for me?"
"Huh?" Phineas rubbed his ears, as if he hadn't heard anything, dodging the witch's fist and gradually ran away.
Kyle sighed, went to the wall, and found the portrait with Phineas' name written on it.
"Fox, I'll give you ten pots of mandrake. Can you help me burn this ugly painting?"
Fox immediately raised his head and slapped his mouth.
"I know this is the principal's office, but isn't Professor Dumbledore not here at the moment? Then you can just say that it's the dementors who want to attack me, right?"
"In this case, I will give you twenty pots of mandrake, plus..."
"Boy, what do you want to do!"
At this time, Phineas, who had run away, came back at some point and stared at Kyle in disbelief, "This is the principal's office."
"I know, but I can't help it. Who made you discover my biggest secret?" Kyle shook his head, "I'm sorry, Professor Black."
"No, no, no, no, we have something to discuss." Phineas waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone. After all, I have also been a principal, and it is my duty to protect students' secrets."
"Well...it's still not safe." Kyle shook his head after thinking for a moment.
Fox also extended his paws cooperatively and clasped them on the portrait.
"No, please don't, you believe me..." Phineas was really panicked, "My great-grandson has a good relationship with you, even if you don't believe me, I still have to believe him.
"And don't just look at it, come here to help." He turned around and shouted at the portrait next to him: "My portrait has been destroyed, and yours will definitely not be able to escape. Why are you standing there? Come quickly. Let’s beg him together…”
"Shut up, you idiot, the portrait and the castle are one!"