As time passed, the climate in England turned from scorching heat to cooler, and the blue skies began to reveal a hint of late autumn gold. The Julius Army still maintains a weekly meeting time, and in terms of cultivation progress, Hermione's devotion to light magic has always led the way above everyone, and secondly, Luna, Qiu Zhang, and Angelina are all making rapid progress, and in a certain way, among the magic apprentices, there seems to be a bit of a trend of yin and yang.

"Tsk, big deal," Malfoy picked up the Daily Prophet in his hand and looked around triumphantly, as if trying to see who was paying attention to him. "Azkaban's prison escape, really, a shame on the Ministry of Magic. It seems that the Dark Lord will receive another batch of right-hand men. ”

Augustus pulled out the newspaper pressed on the table and looked at it calmly. Ten black-and-white photographs fill the front page, with the faces of nine wizards and a witch, some laughing silently, some arrogantly tapping their fingers against the border. Each photo is marked with a name and a crime for which he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

Antonin Dolokhov, a wizard with a pale, distorted face and a sneer, murders Gidion and Fibienprett.

August Luckwood, a pock-faced man with glossy hair leaning against a frame with a tired expression, divulges the Ministry of Magic secrets to the mysterious man.

Passing past the prisoners, Augustus' gaze was drawn to a woman in the middle of the newspaper. Her long black hair was unkempt in the photo, and a haughty, contemptuous smile appeared on her thin lips. Like Sirius, she still retains some traces of her beauty, but something, perhaps Azkaban, has taken away most of her beauty.

"Sirius's cousin?" Lillian sat down beside Augustus with interest, her eyes falling on the middle of the paper, "You say, will she be unjustly imprisoned like Sirius?" ”

"Obviously, it's impossible," Augustus quietly tore off a piece of toast and shook his head slightly, "Neville's parents are still being treated at St. Goment's Hospital, and the Diamond Heart Charm is a curse that will directly leave the caster's mark on it, and if the Ministry of Magic can even get it wrong, there is really no need to save it." ”

"In that case, it seems that this direct member of the Black family should be Voldemort's loyal subordinates," Lillian's crimson pupils flashed with a hint of surprise as she held her chin, "However, in a family like Black, there is a pure member of the Order of the Phoenix like Sirius, which is really an outlier." ”

"It's just friendship, it has nothing to do with the position." Wiping his mouth, Augustus continued to look.

The Ministry of Magic announced a mass prison break in Azkaban yesterday night.

In an interview in his office, Minister Cornelius Fudge confirmed that ten felons had escaped last night and that he had informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the danger of the fugitives. The Ministry of Magic is working tirelessly to track down the fugitives, and asks the public to remain vigilant and not to approach these dignitaries.

Looking at the anxious portrait of Fuji in the newspaper, Augustus smiled slightly, "In the matter of Voldemort, the longer Fudge is pressed, the more unfavorable the situation of the Ministry of Magic will be in the future." "It seems that it is necessary to write a letter back.

Drinking the pumpkin juice from the goblet, Augustus stood up and walked in the direction of the library.

Hagrid stood in the doorway and let a group of Ravenclaw students pass. He was as scarred as he had been when he first returned from looking for the giant, and he had a new wound on the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, Mr. Augustus," Hagrid greeted Augustus, a smile on his honest countenance.

"Oh, Hagrid," Augustus nodded, smiling lightly, "how are you doing, it's fine." ”

"Very well, very well," said Hagrid, feigning a cheerful voice, and waving his hand, almost hitting the terrified Professor Victor, "it's just busy, or those things—preparing for class—the scales of the two salamanders are rotten—I'll keep it for inspection." He muttered.

"Keep it for review?" A hint of strangeness flashed across Augustus's delicate face, and then he suddenly said, "Well, Umbridge is, don't worry too much, soon, I'm afraid she won't have time to care about the Hogwarts teachers anymore." ”

Hagrid looked at Augustus in confusion, suddenly realizing that maybe this was just to comfort him, and smiled cheerfully, "Actually, it's nothing, the caretaker is also very good, to be honest, this is expected." You may not understand it, but the results of that survey are not good. ”

"Of course, it would be better if you checked the results, and I still prefer to introduce you to new magical creatures." Hagrid smiled innocently, then sighed, "Forget it." He sighed, "Gotta get some chili powder on the salamanders again, or their tails will fall off." Goodbye, Mr. Augustus. ”

He walked away heavily, out the front door, down the steps, and into the damp field. Augustus looked at Hagrid's back, shook his head and smiled.

The news of Hagrid's stay on probation had spread throughout the school in a few days, and not everyone except Harry was upset, and some, especially Draco Malfoy, seemed happy. Now there is only one topic in the hallway: ten Death Eaters on the run. The news finally penetrated the campus by the few people who read the newspaper. Legend has it that several fugitives have been recognized in Hogsmeade, and that the fugitives are hiding in a screaming hut and may break into Hogwarts like Sirius did in the past.

Children of the magical family have heard of these Death Eaters since childhood, and their names are almost as horrible as Voldemort's, and the crimes they committed under Voldemort's reign of terror are well known. Among the Hogwarts students were the families of the victims, who found themselves reluctantly the center of attention in the hallway: Susan Bones, whose uncle, aunt and cousin had all died at the hands of a fugitive, said bitterly in her herbal medicine class that she now felt Harry's feelings.

"I don't know how you can stand it, it's horrible." Now, she frankly said, Susan Bones was relieved from strange stares only in the space where Julius's army gathered.