The more familiar Evan became with ine, the more clearly he could sense these traits in her.


    Unlike Fred and George’s pranks, ine was used to telling lies with a serious face, as if they were true.


    She didn’t have any malicious intentions; she just thought it was fun. This girl had no resistance to fun and interesting things.


    However, as ine was too familiar to Evan, and Hermione was intelligent, capable of discerning the truth, they seldom fell for ine’s tricks.


    After ine failed several times with the two of them, she began to shift her goals to Ron.


    Speaking of which, Ron was a bit too gullible. Anyone who heard this absurd headless horseman legend knew it was false.


    “Well, their invention is quite impressive!” Hermione looked at the hats in Fred and George’s hands with interest. “It must be some kind of Invisibility Spell, but it’s rather clever to have extended the field of invisibility beyond the boundaries of the charmed object. I’m not sure how they did it.”


    “They used the method of making an invisibility cloak as a reference,” said Evan. “They found information from the ck family’s collection of books.”


    The library contained numerous advanced magic texts, including the magic research notes of the ck family ancestors.After Fred and George proposed the idea, Evan rmended a magic book and rted materials to them, and it seemed to have worked well.


    Harry did not participate in their conversation. He was still ufortable, holding his textbook and staring at the fire in a daze.


    He felt really ufortable, after being probed by Snape, his body only felt a kind of emptiness, just like that night when he dreamed of the evil god.


    “I’m going to have to do this tomorrow,” he muttered, pushing the books he had just taken out of his bag back inside it.


    “Well, write it in your homework nner then!” said Hermione encouragingly. “So you don’t forget!”


    Harry did as Hermione asked. He reached into his bag, withdrew the nner and opened it tentatively.


    “Don’t leave it tillter, you big second-rater!” chided the book as Harry scribbled down Potions and Divination homework. Hermione beamed at it.


    “I think I’ll go to bed,” said Harry, stuffing the homework nner back into his bag and making a mental note to drop it in the fire the first opportunity he got.


    He stood up, then stopped immediately. In front of him, the bright mes were dancing.


    Harry stared at the mes absentmindedly, feeling increasingly uneasy. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was about to make contact with Voldemort again.


    Not long ago, Sirius clearly told him that Voldemort would not easily contact him now.


    But the scene in front of him was getting blurry. What was it this time?


    In a daze, Harry didn’t know where he was, whether he was standing or lying down, he did not even know his own name…


    He didn’t see anything, but maniacalughter was ringing in his ears… He was happier than he had been in a very long time… Jubnt, ecstatic, triumphant … A wonderful, wonderful thing had happened…


    Harry wanted to feel more clearly what it was, but the other party seemed to be on guard against him.


    “Harry? HARRY!”


    Someone had hit him around the face. The insaneughter was punctuated with a cry of pain. The happiness was draining out of him, but theughter continued…


    Harry opened his eyes and as he did so, he became aware that the wildughter wasing out of his own mouth.


    The moment he realized this, it died away.


    Everyone in themon room looked at him in fear.


    Beside him, Evan had just awakened him up, with a cautious look on his face.


    Hermione was holding the homework nner in her hand, as if she had been hit by a Body Freezing Spell, while Ron’s gaze was strangely ambiguous.


    The same was true for ine, who didn’t even notice that the Blood-voured lollipop had fallen from her hand.


    Harryy panting on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead throbbing horribly.


    “What happened? What did Voldemort let you see?” Evan asked, pulling Harry into the corner.


    “I didn’t see anything, he cut off contact with me, but he’s happy, something good’s happened!” Harry muttered, panting, very ufortable, as if he might faint at any moment. “Something he’s been hoping for.”


    “Harry, you shouldn’t have seen these things,” said Ron worriedly.


    “I know,” said Harry irritably, “lumency didn’t work, but weakened my resistance.”


    “Obviously, your defenses will be low at the moment, after Snape’s been fiddling around with your mind,” said Hermione. “The connection between you and him has strengthened, but it’s really strange, why is he happy? Is there anything good that makes him ecstatic?” “


    “Could it be something in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry?”


    “Probably not, the Order of the Phoenix sent people to watch over there!” Evan thought for a moment and continued, “If there’s no progress with the evil god, then it should be those Death Eaters breaking out. His power has increased.”


    He had already considered the current situation. The Dementors’ rebellion and the Death Eaters’ escape from prison were bound to happen.


    There was nothing they could do to stop it, Fudge and the Ministry of Magic didn’t want to believe them, and the Order didn’t have the ability to guard Azkaban.


    As bad as it was, it was within his expectations and within the scope of the n.


    If he wanted to lure Voldemort out again, he needed to make him feel that his strength had increased, otherwise he would keep hiding.


    From this perspective, the Death Eaters’ escape from prison was not entirely a bad thing.


    There were a few troublesome guys among them, though.


    “Oh goodness, Evan, you said those Death Eaters…”


    “Yeah, they escaped from prison,” said Evan in a low voice, noticing that the others were looking at them.


    “If this is really the case, we should notify Dumbledore!”


    “The headmaster has known for a long time. This was bound to happen sooner orter. I’ve discussed it with Sirius, and the Order of the Phoenix made some preparations,” said Evan. “Wait for tomorrow morning’s newspaper; there should be detailed information.”


    “But … I mean … what should we do? Just sit here?” said Ron anxiously.


    “You can also seize the time to learn more magic to prepare for future battles,” said Evan. “But I suggest you and Harry go back to sleep. His current state is too bad. Well, Harry, try to clear your mind and continue practicing lumency, but nothing else should happen tonight.”


    There was a moment of silence, and both Harry and Ron looked at Evan in shock.


    A vicious event like Death Eaters’ escape from prison urred, and Evan actually suggested they go back to sleep…


    But thinking about it carefully, there wasn’t much they could do; they could only wait and see.


    Evan buried his head in the Herbology textbook again. What happened was a major turning point, and his peaceful life was over!


    Sure enough, they saw the report in the following day’s newspaper.


    As usual, when Hermione’s copy of the <i>Daily Prophet </i>arrived, she smoothed it out, gazed for a moment at the front page first, and then she suddenly mmed the newspaper down on the table, causing the milk cups to rattle.


    “Look!” She pointed at thirty small ck-and-white photographs that filled the whole of the front page, twenty-nine showing wizards’ faces and the thirtieth, a witch’s.


    Some of the people in the photographs were silently jeering; others were tapping their fingers on the frame of their pictures, looking insolent. Each picture was captioned with a name and the crime for which the person had been sent to Azkaban.


    <i>Antonin Dolohov</i>, read the legend beneath a wizard with a long, pale, twisted face who was sneering up at them, <i>convicted of the brutal murders of Gideon and Fabian Prewett</i>, Mrs. Weasley’s brothers, and Ron and Ginny’s uncles.


    <i>Augustus Rookwood</i>, said the caption beneath a pockmarked man with greasy hair who was leaning against the edge of his picture, looking bored, <i>convicted of leaking Ministry of Magic Secrets to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named</i>.


    He used to work in the Department of Mysteries, and with his help, Voldemort’s progress would elerate.


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