Showing that prisons are not good news.

The wall clock was magical but of limited use, and the word 'prison' meant that Ron and Beer were imprisoned.

But whether there is an injury, whether it has been tortured, whether it is missing an arm or a broken leg, it cannot be revealed.

And compared to the Weasleys' worries.

In the castle, there was no shortage of panic among others.

Everywhere was filled with odd emotions of fear, shock, and indescribable excitement, and everyone was discussing the Death Eaters and the trapped little wizards, and rumors flew up.

Everywhere you go, you can hear talk about it, and the students have no intention of learning.

Some say it's the Death Eaters taking revenge on Hogwarts.

Because of the failure of their attack in the third year, Voldemort was enraged and killed to vent his anger.

Some have suggested that this may have something to do with last year's Battle at the Top of the Tower of Azkaban, where Voldemort designed to capture the participating wizards and their friends, thinking that holding the handle could easily blackmail Dumbledore.

But it turned out that Dumbledore had seen through his ruse and had already sent someone to ambush him. His plan did not work out. Now Voldemort wants to repeat his old tricks, capture the young wizard as a hostage, and threaten Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic.

Some people also say that this is a conspiracy of the Magical Congress of the United States, they deliberately created a big event, in fact, there are no Death Eaters, no Voldemort, everything is a conspiracy of the Magical Congress to attract the global Aurors to the United States, and then catch them all.

They want to dominate the world.

This conjecture - the source came from Luna, and it exploded no more than she had previously rumored that Barty Crouch was dead, and now this one was a fairy pretending to be fierce.

Of course, there are not many little wizards who believe this rumor.

Most still believe that this is a conspiracy of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

In fact, children of magical families have heard of these Death Eaters since childhood, and their names are almost as terrifying as the devil.

The crimes they committed under Voldemort's reign of terror are well known, and among the students of Hogwarts there are family members of the victims.

Someone cast their eyes on Harry, Susan, Neville, and others.

Because their family had fought against the Death Eaters, it was easy to understand that Voldemort wanted revenge on them.

Needless to say, Harry and Neville had Susan—her uncle, aunt, and cousin all died at the hands of a fugitive—and that fugitive was none other than a Death Eater.

The castle was in disarray, and everyone was distracted.

But it's precisely because of the chaos that . The young wizards studied spells even harder.

Owen thought it would be nice for them to learn those few spells at the end of the semester.

Now it seems that this time is probably a few months earlier.

And if there's one thing that remains the same in these times of change, it's Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Seriously, it's not just Hermione Harry, the little wizards who don't deal with her much, even some neutral little wizards who were just watching the show don't understand why she still doesn't allow the professors to teach some necessary spells to her students when she's been turned upside down by the Death Eaters outside?

Students were even forbidden to practice spells with each other.

Recently, Umbridge came up with a new education order that forbade professors from talking to students about things other than what was in class, or even supervising them back and forth between classrooms himself.

This caused an annoyed Professor McGonagall to argue with her several times.

The other professors were also afraid to avoid it, and she was simply a dog in the castle.

Everyone said she had a brain disease.

Harry, on the other hand, thought that such a thing as a brain was a luxury for her, that she didn't have a brain at all.

But that doesn't stop Umbridge's official position from rising like a rocket.

At the end of January, because of Dumbledley's absence from Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic promoted Umbridge to Acting Headmaster.

In early February, she was promoted to Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Chief of Staff to the Minister.

Until Valentine's Day, she was already a senior deputy minister at the British Ministry of Magic.

This made the young wizards and professors completely incomprehensible.

Wherever the young wizards gathered, they could hear them cursing at Umbridge.

They called Barty Crouch blind.

"Any Minister of Magic who doesn't want to be a puppet would do that, it's normal."

On Valentine's Day.

It was what was supposed to be their easy day, but now it's wrapped up in a different atmosphere.

In the Room of Requirement, members of . are conducting a training session.

Today's lesson is the Patronus Charm.

Although there are many young wizards in the academy who can successfully cast spells, it is when there are no enemies, and casting the Patronus Charm in a safe environment and casting the Patronus Charm in the face of Dementors are completely different things.

They also need to practice.

"What do you mean?"

Owen conjured up a couch with Hermione sitting next to her.

She had a wooden table at hand, on which was a lot of parchment, and she recorded it. The progress of the members on the spell.

At this time, she asked sideways.

Owen chuckled, "In times of peace, the Minister of Magic naturally won't have any disputes with Dumbledore, but what about in times of war?" There were no fewer Dumbledore people in the Ministry of Magic than Hogwarts, and the Aurors were all his students, not to mention the old Theseus Scamander. Moreover, the power of the Order of the Phoenix is not weaker than that of the Aurors.

But any minister who wants to be in power will do everything he can to squeeze out Dumbledore, otherwise he will only be half a minister - or even less.

How can one department allow two voices? ”

As for Umbridge's actions - she and the Ministry of Magic had decided that Hogwarts was training Dumbledore to be an army, and the better Percy and Wood were the better they were, the more they were determined to make their minds. Especially—" he said as he looked at Cedric, who was practicing the Patronus Charm with Cho Chang, as well as Fred and Angelina beside him, "When they graduate, Barty Crouch will not be suspicious, but panic!" ”

"So they're just going to restrain us, not to teach us defensive spells?" Harry gasped, rather angry, as he was flanked by a daily Prophet newspaper with a few new names added to today's list of victims.

Several names appear every week.

It's like an alarm bell, constantly waking him.

As soon as he closed his eyes now, he could see the horrors of the wizards who had been tortured by Voldemort.

They are asking for help from themselves, and there is nothing they can do about it.

Powerless!

"The struggle for power is a life-and-death struggle. Besides—" The corners of Owen's mouth rose slightly, "To put it mildly, if Voldemort is in power, our war will be lost, and it will only be us who are the wizards who oppose him, most of the teachers and students of the Order of the Phoenix and Hogwarts, and as for the Ministry of Magic, Tom is not three-headed and six-armed, he needs an authority to help him maintain order anyway, I don't know how much Barty Crouch's conscience is left, but Umbridge certainly doesn't care who his superiors are." ”

"You say she's now taken refuge with Voldemort?" Harry said viciously, his eyes glaring.

"Not now, but she certainly would, if she had the chance.

That's a toad who will only take refuge in power, whoever gives her power is anyone's loyal dog, no matter who comes to power! ”

"Then she's really **" George walked over and said in disgust.

"Hey." Hermione glared at him.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it." George said indifferently.

"It's okay, she's a hundred times worse than that adjective you said." Owen shrugged his shoulders, "ε=(ο'*)))) Alas, there are always people who are dragging their feet on the way to save the world, which is really distressing. ”

He said, "If you don't kill her, I have a hundred ways, quietly, and no one will doubt it." ”

"Owen !!" Hermione turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of warning.

"Alright, I'll kill her, I'll dirty my wand."

Owen thought about it, shook his head, and suddenly an inspiration came to him, "Why don't we slaughter that old thing from Barty Crouch." Change to an obedient one, or find someone to pretend to be him, a compound potion or a hallucination spell or something. ”

"Enough!" Miss Granger slammed her face on the table.

A pair of brown eyes scanned all the wizards around him.

It wasn't Owen's audacity that she was angry about, in fact Hermione was used to his evil thoughts.

What she was really angry about was the little wizards around her.

Harry and George had a look of approval, and that's it!

This is not a dark wizard training institution. Not to mention the production of Death Eaters.

"Just kidding." Owen reached out and rubbed her shoulder, "If the situation doesn't get worse." Otherwise, I wouldn't mind cleaning the Ministry of Magic, and those who are suspicious can only 'please' them get out. ”

He said with a playful smile, but his tone was cold and gloomy.

He could no longer see the future clearly.

Everything that might be beyond his control made Owen more and more irritable and angry now.

When he is in control, he can play political games with that group of idiots, and if there is something unexpected and he can't suppress some negative thoughts.

He hates the unpredictable.

But the reality is not, some things are not logical.

Like this time - who would have thought that the Death Eaters would suddenly attack the United States?

Who knows what will happen to those wizards who fall into the hands of the Death Eaters.

Owen didn't know.

Even though Merlin gave him false memories of his company with the Death Eaters, interrogating the prisoners was not his part.

For torture - some madmen are interested in themselves. And there were a lot of such madmen among the Death Eaters.

Even more worrying for Owen is the Divine Tower off the coast of Brazil.

In order to excavate the tower, many Aurors of American and Brazilian wizards were infected with the magic of mutation.

This is also his main Christmas busy.

In two weeks, he has treated about two dozen people.

Of course, there are some, more mild, that can be cured using Victor's magic healing machine. He doesn't need to do it himself.

Wait—think about it.

In the deep sea of consciousness, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed.

Owen's hand on Hermione's shoulder suddenly stopped.

The little witch was stunned.

Then she looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong? What did you think? She asked with concern.

Owen didn't respond.

He raised his hand and lowered it again.

Then he slowly got up and walked to the side with a frown.

Away from the chaos caused by the little wizards.

In my head, there are countless thoughts that are churning.

He couldn't help but close his eyes—countless memories began to boil, and all kinds of details that he had overlooked before were now clear and connected.

The first thing Owen remembered was the scene where Sirius and Moody interrogated American wizards.

Although he was drowsy, he also heard something.

Their answer was too perfect - the answer of the American wizard was too perfect.

You can't find any problems, as if everything is so taken for granted.

At the time, whether it was him, Sirius, or even Moody, they all subconsciously thought that what these people were saying was a lie.

It's a line that has been prepared in advance.

But in retrospect—maybe—they actually told the truth?

Are they all innocent?

The Magical Congress of America is not monolithic, or rather, the Pretenders have only infiltrated part of it.

Subsequently, the high-ranking [Pretender] officials deliberately sent the Aurors, who were still loyal to the Parliament, to dig in the Divine Bestowal Tower.

Ron has said that the level of excavations in the Americans is too poor, not as good as the goblins, and even as good as Bill's expedition in Egypt.

I thought it was because the excavation of the Divine Grant Tower was too difficult. But now—Owen rubbed his temples, his thoughts clearing.

What if the Aurors were in charge of the excavation, rather than a professional spellbreaker?

No wonder the casualties are so large!

It turned out that it was all planned!

No wonder the Death Eaters dared to attack one of the strongest magical forces in the world.

It's no wonder that no news has come out for a week.

Finally, it all made sense.

How did it turn out?

One ring after another, relying on the loyal Aurors to dig with their lives, not only cleaned up the group, but also got the progress of the excavation.

Or even take full control of the Magic Congress and bring in the Death Eaters.

Kill more than one stone!

Damn - shit.

Thinking of this—Owen couldn't help but clench his fists.

The Death Eaters made a big deal out of it, and they didn't hesitate to cooperate with the Pretenders who controlled the Magic Congress, so their goal could never be as simple as capturing a few Hogwarts wizards.

Or rather, the little wizards are just the icing on the cake, and their real purpose, Voldemort's real purpose, is definitely darker and more evil.

"Things are getting worse." Owen sighed faintly.

There are rooms with the variant of the Room of Requirement, and there are also several windows.

It was a couple of huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The gray-blue glass was covered with scars that seemed to be about to shatter, and through these scars, Owen could see that a heavy rain was flooding all of Hogwarts.

The damp and cold wind was howling, and the sky was dark and there was no light to be seen.

Everything is gray.

It's like the sky is falling.

"Is the storm coming?" Hermione came to him.

Naturally, they took his hand.

If it was ordinary, she would never hold his hand in public.

But—the girl's sixth sense tells her that the boy in front of her needs her now.

"Yes—the storm is coming." Owen tightened her hand and nodded faintly.

Once upon a time, he – no—should say every person who crossed over – or went back in time.

Such emotions arise when the world around them is the world they know.

That is, if something happens to these people around you – or they die – then the nature will be completely different.

Because it will make him, they feel that it is their responsibility.

At least that's what Owen thinks now.

"Click-"

Suddenly there was a white light outside the window.

Then there was a thunderclap.

The white light turned his face pale.

Owen uncontrollably grabbed the hand of the girl next to him.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to hold Hermione too high.

Before, he had never thought that defeating Voldemort - defeating the Outer Gods was a difficult thing to do, there might be twists and turns, but it was certainly easier than in the original story.

He's saved so many people. There won't be any problems.

But now - Ron was turned away by the Death Eaters, can he come back alive?

Can you?

And Hermione - has now become a thorn in the side of Voldemort who is no less than Harry, just in case

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier.

The Scottish Highlands in February are cold and there is nowhere to hide.

But the fire in the room is very strong, and it dispels the cold.

The little wizards here are almost always wearing a single sweater.

Originally, this place would never be permeated by the cold, but now, Owen felt a trace of cold.

Clouds hit not only here, but also over the endless sea.

On the far side.

Off the coast of Brazil, 7,000 kilometers from the British Isles.

The same condensation of the clouds turned into rain and fell to the ground.

Only this time, it is no longer cold, but cool.

Years later, looking back, Ron Weasley will still remember the prison that changed him completely.

He has said more than once that during the years of his captivity, he killed a boy with his own hands.

Love, death, courage.

The intertwined catalysts that turn the boy into a man.

"Tick-"

"Tick-"

It's the sound of rain falling on metal.

Ron was irritated to hear such a voice, and although his mouth was dry, but—

Looking at the pale red prohibition in front of him, it enveloped him like a bubble, and everything in the outside world could not penetrate, except for sound and sight.

His wand had long since been taken away by the Death Eaters.

Although Wandless can cast a few spells, it is clear that this forbidden spell is not something he can break.

He's been locked up here for days.

The day dawned twice, the third time that the night was shrouded.

This was all thanks to a palm-sized window on the wall behind him, from which he observed the waxing and waning of the sun and the moon.

It's true - he doesn't remember how he got caught.

Sounds a bit humiliating, right?

But in fact, he was lost with Bill and the others in the initial chaos of Port Isabel.

It wasn't because he was so quick to deal with the Death Eaters or anything.

It was the officials of the Magical Congress of the United States who were supposed to be their tour guides who suddenly attacked.

He, Bill and Fleur get lost as they run away.

After that - what happened after that he doesn't remember.

Now that I think about it, I must have been attacked by some Death Eater or a traitor to the Magic Congress.

(End of chapter)