Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures-Chapter 1039: Death Eaters’ Prison Break

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

Unlike Fred and George’s pranks, Elaine 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 Elaine was too familiar to Evan, and Hermione was intelligent, capable of discerning the truth, they seldom fell for Elaine’s tricks.

After Elaine 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 Black family’s collection of books.”

The library contained numerous advanced magic texts, including the magic research notes of the Black family ancestors.

After Fred and George proposed the idea, Evan recommended a magic book and related materials to them, and it seemed to have worked well.

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

He felt really uncomfortable, 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 planner then!” said Hermione encouragingly. “So you don’t forget!”

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

“Don’t leave it till later, 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 planner 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 flames were dancing.

Harry stared at the flames 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 maniacal laughter was ringing in his ears… He was happier than he had been in a very long time… Jubilant, 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 insane laughter was punctuated with a cry of pain. The happiness was draining out of him, but the laughter continued…

Harry opened his eyes and as he did so, he became aware that the wild laughter was coming out of his own mouth.

The moment he realized this, it died away.

Everyone in the common 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 planner 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 Elaine, who didn’t even notice that the Blood-flavoured lollipop had fallen from her hand.

Harry lay 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 uncomfortable, 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, “Occlumency 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 plan.

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!” ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

“The headmaster has known for a long time. This was bound to happen sooner or later. 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 Occlumency, 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 occurred, 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 Daily Prophet arrived, she smoothed it out, gazed for a moment at the front page first, and then she suddenly slammed the newspaper down on the table, causing the milk cups to rattle.

“Look!” She pointed at thirty small black-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.

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

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

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

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