Harry spoke quietly.

Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped short of pulling out another can of cockroaches.

"I believe in Honeydukes." He paused for a moment and was about to continue taking out candy.

"Cockroach piles are a hot-selling product." Harry kindly reminded him, and continued to stab him in the heart, "You also know that except for you, almost everyone buys cockroach piles for a purpose other than eating them."

"Mr. Frum is also aware of this. Cockroach piles are very popular prank props. Do you think he was a little careless when making this candy, and accidentally mixed in a few real cockroaches?"

"Anyway, this is just a prank prop, no one will eat it..."

"If he has such an idea."

Mr. Froome is the owner of Honeydukes and a skilled candy master.

"I believe in Ambrosio." Dumbledore said seriously, emphasizing, "He is a very responsible wizard."

That being said.

He was completely unable to cross the threshold in his heart. He sighed and put away the candy jar.

"You don't believe him." Harry peeled off the disguise on his words.

Dumbledore sighed: "Harry, you are taking revenge on me."

"Yes." Harry nodded decisively, "Who told you to send me to Voldemort to die?"

"That's for healing." Dumbledore shook his head.

Snape sneered: "Albus, it is you who should be cured."

The other three deans did not express any objection and were even eager to work with Snape to diagnose Dumbledore's condition.

Harry was sent away by Professor McGonagall.

Snape stayed and continued to discuss with Dumbledore how to solve the problem of the Horcruxes - they had originally planned to solve it today, but the situation was too complicated, making many of the methods they had prepared previously useless.

Professors Flitwick and Sprout were out on patrol.

Dumbledore and Harry's guess about the "Death Eater" was too serious. Hogwarts was invaded again and the safety of the students was threatened again.

etc……

Why use the word "again"?

However, as the professors increased their patrols in the castle, the pet-stealing criminal disappeared, except for the Slytherins who were still losing their pets. After investigation, it was confirmed that it had nothing to do with the criminal, but was just a common bullying incident in their college.

Of course, they will argue.

I didn't intend to kill these pets, nor did I intend to bully them. I was just playing a joke. By accident, the magic got out of control, and beyond my expectations, these pets died inexplicably.

They sincerely admitted their mistakes, accepted confinement, and were even willing to pay compensation.

The word "even" made Vice Principal McGonagall feel uncomfortable.

Their expressions are so genuine.

Like I really didn't mean to kill those pets.

But from the school rules, there was nothing wrong with the attitudes of these students, so she could only scold them and then hand them over to Snape for detention.

There were no more signs of outsiders breaking in on Dumbledore's Marauder's Map.

seem……

Dumbledore and Harry were startled for a moment.

September and October passed, and after a two-month relaxation period, the fifth-grade wizards finally felt what was different about the year with "owls" from previous years, and all the professors increased the amount of homework at the same time.

They plan to complete teaching all fifth grade content in the first half of the school year.

Wait until the second half of the school year to review grades one to five.

All the professors have great confidence in Harry and his class and hope that they can break all the previous best results.

During the past ten years at Hogwarts, I have indeed been quite slack.

Sirius was forced to add a lot of magical theory content to his courses - this was a mandatory requirement of Professor McGonagall. The Defense Against the Dark Arts exam not only includes practical content, but also a lot of theoretical content.

This gave him a headache.

As for theory, he didn't know much more than the fifth-year wizards, but as a professor, he had to shoulder the responsibilities of a professor and had to learn these things from scratch. He would chat with Lupin for several hours every night, all about Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This job was not as good as he thought.

Halloween night.

In a school year without any events, the young wizards enjoyed the long-lost liveliness.

Last year's Halloween atmosphere was completely replaced by the Triwizard Tournament, but this year the little wizards will not miss it.

And enjoy a spooky night at Hogwarts.

Where the ghosts actually reside.

On a reef island in Great Britain, the waves were beating fiercely, rolling up dark clouds and pouring down heavy rain.

A small boat moored on the shore.

The crew member at the helm jumped into the sea, tied the rope tightly to the port, and then climbed back up.

He was full of flattery, bowed to the people in the boat, and said respectfully: "Mr. Thickness, we are here."

"Really? We're finally here?" The person in the boat came out, gently waved his wand, and cast a rain-proof spell on himself.

He is a tall man with a goatee.

Pius Thicknesse, Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is the person with the final say after Scrimgeour as the current Director is old and unwilling to handle affairs.

He holds a high position in the Ministry of Magic.

At least... he is someone that the prison guards in Azkaban have to look up to.

"Yes, who are you going to visit this time?" The jailer nodded and asked enthusiastically. In his impression, Mr. Thicknesse had no relatives or friends imprisoned in Azkaban.

"They are some old friends, you may not know..." Thicknesse raised his wand and pointed it at the jailer, as if he wanted to cast a spell to shelter him from the rain.

He drawled.

An unexpected spell was uttered.

"Avada Kedavra."

In the rain, green light flickered, and the jailer's expression didn't even have time to turn into horror, and he still maintained that flattering and humble smile.

"You shouldn't have killed him." Someone came out from the cabin, "You should have offered him to the master."

"We don't need any instability right now." Thicknesse nodded, "Come on, I'll go talk to the Dementors, and you two go rescue your companions."

"Severus should be called in." Another man came out and muttered, "He'll be good at dealing with these things."

Thicknesse sneered: "Professor Snape..."

"I doubt he has forgotten his loyalty to his master. He didn't come to the Quidditch World Cup."

"He is not a reliable companion."

"Forget him."

The man opened his mouth and muttered quietly: "Severus only had his left hand cut off."

But his words were of no use. The only ones who had the power to make decisions among them were those who had been promised the power by the master himself.

The only jailers in Azkaban are Dementors, but since they hold human wizards, they naturally need human wizards as a bridge of communication. The environment is harsh and the risks are great. Even if the weekly salary is high, not many people are willing to work in Azkaban.

Including the one who drove the boat, there were only three human wizards on the entire island.

Oh... now there is none left.

They all died under Avada Kedavra.

The rain was heavy, and the Dementors wanted to stop them, but as if they had received some order, they suppressed their desire for happiness and souls and made way for the two men to walk in openly and select the prisoners.

Soon, more than a dozen Death Eaters were selected.

They were taken away from the Dementors and brought to the large and warm house where the jailers lived.

The fire crackled in the fireplace.

The hot chocolate in their hands gradually brought them back to their senses.

"Amycus." A platinum-haired man among the Death Eaters looked up at him, "You..."

"Ah, Lucius, my dear Lucius." The Death Eater called Amycus nodded and smiled softly, stretching his wand towards him. "If you want to ask why I am here, please wait a moment?"

"I have to do something for my master."

His tone suddenly turned cold: "Heart-piercing!"

The spell hit Lucius.

Malfoy, who had been tortured in Azkaban to the point of having lost all his composure, immediately fell to the ground and twisted his body, with hot chocolate spilling all over him. However, the burning pain was not even one-tenth of the pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse.

"The master trusts you very much." Amycus said in a low voice, "He entrusted such a precious thing to you for safekeeping."

"We are not even qualified."

"You have betrayed your master's trust."

"You coward, you shirker!"

The woman next to him spoke up: "Okay, brother, our mission is not to torture Lucius."

Amycus retracted his wand.

Among the Death Eaters who were rescued, a woman with messy hair and a body that looked like she had been burned by smoke and fire stood up and said in a sharp and crazy voice: "Master, did the Master ask you to save us?"

"I knew it!"

"How could a great, invincible master die at the hands of a little baby?"

"Bella," Amycus said, "Calm down, Master... was indeed defeated by that baby."

The crazy woman was stunned.

"But this was only a temporary failure," Amycus continued, his voice firm. "Dumbledore sacrificed dozens of lives to achieve this. He thought he could kill the Master, but our Master is immortal."

"The master is now preparing for resurrection."

"The master needs our strength now."

Bellatrix howled like a banshee: "I am willing to give my everything to my master!"

"Let me see the master. I haven't been blessed by the master for a long time..."

"Bella, you can't see the master now." The door was pushed open and Thicknesse walked in. "You can't see him, and neither can I."

Inside the door.

Except for the Carrow siblings who came with him, the other Death Eaters became nervous.

"Thickness? When did you become one of us?" Mulciber asked with a frown.

Thickness tilted his head and looked at them. "No, no, no, I'm not Thickness. This is just Polyjuice Potion."

He raised his hand and glanced at the time: "It's about time now. If you wait any longer, the potion will lose its effect."