“This is really unexpected.”

After the last class in the morning, everyone was discussing the content of the class enthusiastically in the corridor.

"This is the first time I know that a simple human transformation spell has so many things to pay attention to."

"Yes, that assistant teacher Tonks is really amazing. I dare say that I was able to change my appearance before the get out of class was over."

"Stop bragging, you just made your head bigger..."

Everyone walked towards the auditorium, talking and laughing. It was obvious that they were all very interested in the new Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It’s a pity that there are only two such classes a week, and they have to face Umbridge the rest of the time.

In the auditorium, some people had been waiting for a long time. When they saw them, they couldn't wait to ask, "How is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He won't let us study again, will he?"

“No, of course not,” the sixth graders then excitedly recounted their experiences in class, which attracted more and more people around them.

"Change your appearance..." Ron said thoughtfully, "Harry, if we learn this trick, we can give Malfoy a good beating. As long as we become Crabbe and Goyle..."

Harry's eyes lit up immediately.

It has always been his wish to be able to beat up Malfoy without revealing his identity.

"Don't even think about it." Hermione glanced at the two of them and said calmly, "This special course should only be for students in the sixth grade and above. We can only learn it next year...if Assistant Professor Tonks is still in Hogwarts by then."

"Why?" Ron was a little unconvinced, "Don't people below the sixth grade need to hide themselves? Or can we stay in school forever?"

"Did you not hear what they just said?" Hermione turned her head impatiently and said, "Then let me remind you that the prerequisite for changing your appearance is to learn human body transformation. This is a high-end transformation magic that students below the fifth grade will not learn at all."

"But we're in fifth year," said Harry, "and we just happen to be learning Transfiguration."

He took out his homework, flipped to the Transfiguration section and said, "Look, even our homework is about the development and changes of human body deformation in each period."

"Of course I know that," said Hermione, "but have you learned it?"

When she asked this, Harry was silent.

Did he learn it? The answer to this question is of course no.

His current level was at most not enough to get him scolded by Professor McGonagall. As for Ron... his level was even worse than his. In the last Transfiguration class, he was deducted two points for failing to meet Professor McGonagall's requirements.

"You see, this is the key point." Hermione said, "Changing your appearance and bones is much more complicated than turning your arms into branches. Even if she is willing to teach you, can you learn it?"

Ron opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't refute it at all. In the end, he could only mutter in a low voice: "Really, it's obviously Defense Against the Dark Arts, why is it related to Transfiguration?"

No one answered him, and Hermione continued as if she hadn't heard him, "So, before we finish learning human transformation, this kind of course will only appear in the sixth and seventh grades."

"What about us..." Harry asked anxiously, "We won't let Umbridge teach us again, will we? I've had enough."

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head. "Maybe there is something else going on."

She glanced down at her new timetable, "We have to wait until Wednesday for Assistant Professor Tonks' Defense Against the Dark Arts class. We should know then."

After lunch, several people walked out of the auditorium.

At the same time, Kyle was also called to the principal's office.

He looked at the Dementor floating in the office in a tattered black cloak and asked in confusion, "Professor, have you decided to change your pet? If so, let me take care of Fawkes."

"Except for Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic does not allow Dementors to appear in other places, let alone private breeding.

Dumbledore said calmly, "Besides, taking care of Fawkes is not a complicated matter. I can do it myself."

"Then what is this..." Kyle asked, pointing at the Dementor.

"Remember what I told you the other day?" Dumbledore said, "We need to know whether the Dementors have joined Voldemort."

"Ah, that's right." Kyle also remembered, "But didn't Fudge say that the Dementors were unwilling to leave Azkaban? He came to Hogwarts alone that afternoon.

"Did the Dementors change their minds?"

"It's possible that someone else has changed their mind." Dumbledore stood up and walked to the Dementor. "What a coincidence! I just expressed to Fudge my intention to go to Azkaban in person, and the Ministry of Magic brought it here."

"That's quite a coincidence," said Kyle. He looked around the office and found that there was no one else there except himself and Dumbledore.

"Did it come here by itself?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "The striker who was responsible for delivering it has a stomachache and has gone to the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey should have them cured in two hours.

"I'm also going to visit them at the school hospital now, so I'll leave this to you. Is that ok?"

"No problem, Professor." Kyle nodded.

"That's good," said Dumbledore.

He then left, leaving Kyle and the Dementors alone in the office.

The fire in the fireplace was very bright, but Kyle couldn't help but wrap himself in his thick robe. It must be said that with the Dementors around, no matter how many ways of keeping warm you used, it would be useless.

Even if this creature does nothing but floats there, it can absorb all the temperature around it, especially in such a small space.

It's ok in the summer, but it's a bit of a torture in the winter.

Fortunately, at this time, Fox flew to Kyle's shoulder, and the biting cold finally disappeared.

The Dementor stepped back suddenly, as if it was afraid of the Phoenix's approach.

Well, the Phoenix now has another function: to drive away Dementors. Kyle envied Dumbledore more and more.

He raised his head and tried to identify the Dementor in front of him, wanting to see if it was the one he had encountered before.

But all Dementors look similar, at least that's what Kyle thought. He looked at them for a long time but didn't find anything particularly familiar.

Kyle subconsciously took a step forward, and the Dementor retreated a step back, sticking closely to the wall.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to ask you a few questions." Kyle held Fox in his hands, took out the pod given by Professor Sprout from his pocket and fed it to it, while asking: "Do you remember the prisoner who escaped that day?"

The Dementor didn't say anything, and Kyle didn't urge him, he just waited patiently.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the Dementor made a dull "clicking" sound, like that of an old radio with poor contact.

"Which...time..."

“The time ten men escaped from prison,” Kyle said.

"Remember……"

"Very good." Kyle nodded. "Can you tell me what happened that day?"

The Dementor glanced down at Fawkes in Kyle's arms.

"Don't worry, just say your thing, it won't do anything to you."

The Dementor wanted to retreat, but there was a wall behind it. After trying several times, it had no choice but to give up and just float there.

"That day... many people came... and it was them... who opened... the prison door..."

"Didn't you stop them?" Kyle asked. "It's the Dementors' responsibility to guard the prisoners."

"Can't stop..."

"Why, can't you beat me?"

"Cannot be stopped..." the Dementor repeated, "Cannot allow... us... to be stopped..."

"Who stopped them?" Kyle asked. "The ones who opened the cell door, or other Dementors?"

Oh, don't worry, your presence here will not get back to the Ministry, I swear on Dumbledore's name."

This time the Dementor was silent for more than ten minutes before answering in a hoarse voice: "Three groups..."

"Three groups of Dementors?" Kyle frowned. "How many is that?"

"That's sixty." A voice came from the wall.

It was a witch with her hair tied up in a bun. When Kyle came in just now, she was still sleeping with her eyes closed, but now she appeared in the picture frame closest to them.

The witch explained, "When Azkaban was first established, there were five areas in total, each holding criminals of different levels. Each area was guarded by twenty Dementors, and another twenty would be replaced after three days. This number was fixed for the convenience of statistics and management by the Ministry of Magic."

"So that's how it is." Kyle suddenly realized.

Sixty Dementors chose to follow Voldemort... Since he didn't know how many Dementors there were in total, Kyle wasn't sure whether this number was high or low.

The only thing that is certain is that a Dementor really rebelled.

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No wonder when the Death Eaters escaped from prison this time, the Ministry of Magic only said that it would send strikers and Aurors to hunt them down, and did not mention Dementors at all. This is not like their style.

After all, in order to hunt down Sirius Young two years ago, nearly a hundred Dementors were transferred to Hogwarts, and all the searches were carried out by the Dementors, with the accompanying strikers only playing an auxiliary role.

Apparently the Ministry of Magic had known for a long time that the Dementors had rebelled, but they had never told Dumbledore.

"Boy!"

While Kyle was thinking, a voice came from the portrait again. Sirius' grandfather, Phineas Black, was lying on the frame, looking at him with interest, "Can you talk to Dementors?"

Although he asked this, his tone was extremely certain. "This is an incredible ability. Even if you are imprisoned in Azkaban in the future, you can use this ability to escape... and even take control of the wizard prison directly."

"It seems that you are much more dangerous than that man called Voldemort."

"Phineas!" The witch who spoke before glanced at him, "You should trust Albus, he is the headmaster now."

"Tsk, trust Dumbledore." Phineas curled his lips. "His students are much more dangerous than when I was the headmaster. Hogwarts is almost becoming the cradle of the Dark Lord."

"Phineas, if you say that again..." The witch rolled up her sleeves, "I don't mind giving you a hard time."

"What do you want to do?" Phineas immediately shut up. "I'm doing this for the good of Hogwarts. I'm warning you not to mess around. My hitting hurts!"

"Principal Black." Kyle interrupted them and said, "Can you please keep this a secret for me?"

"Ah?" Phineas rubbed his ears, pretending he heard nothing, dodged the witch's fist, and gradually ran away.

Kyle sighed and walked to the wall and found the portrait with Phineas' name written on it.

"Fawkes, I'll give you ten pots of mandrakes. Can you help me burn this ugly portrait?"

Fox immediately raised his head and smacked his lips.

"I know this is the headmaster's office, but isn't Professor Dumbledore away right now? Can't you just say that the Dementors wanted to attack me?

"Well, I'll give you twenty pots of Mandrake, plus..."

"Boy, what do you want to do!"

At this time, Phineas, who had already run far away, came back at some point and stared at Kyle in disbelief, "This is the principal's office."

"I know, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's you who discovered my biggest secret." Kyle shook his head. "I'm sorry, Professor Black."

"No, no, no, we can talk it over." Phineas waved his hands again and again, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. After all, I was a principal before, and protecting students' secrets is my job."

"Well...it's still not safe." Kyle thought for a moment and shook his head.

Fox also cooperated by stretching out his claws and clasping them on the portrait.

"No, please don't, you have to believe me..." Phineas was really panicked, "You and my great-grandson have a good relationship, even if you don't believe me, you have to believe him.

"And don't just stand there and watch. Come and help persuade him." He turned and shouted at the portrait next to him, "My portrait has been destroyed, and yours will surely be destroyed too. Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Come and beg him together..."

"Shut up, you idiot, the portrait and the castle are one and the same!"

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked to the side and lay on the ground groaning.

Then, as if a switch was triggered, a group of people suddenly swarmed in from all directions and started punching and kicking him with such skill that it seemed as if they had rehearsed it countless times in advance.

"Don't get me wrong, kid." The wizard who kicked the man straightened his clothes and said seriously, "All of our past headmasters are actually quite normal. Phineas is just an exception. His IQ doesn't represent everyone."

"The most unpopular principal, I understand." Kyle said with a smile.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and said again: "Don't worry, we will never reveal what happened here. In fact, Fox's reaction is enough to explain everything. Phoenix will not get close to people with dark hearts."

"It's okay, of course I know."

Kyle said, "But I have a question. Can the portraits here be destroyed so easily? I always thought that even the Fiery Curse wouldn't work."

"If we can destroy the entire castle, that would be fine," said the man.

"So Phoenix can do it easily?"

"Neither can the Phoenix, unless it is the current principal."

"Then why was Principal Black so worried just now?"

"Obviously, that idiot forgot...Okay, go do your thing, I'll go do some exercise."

After saying that, he joined the battle and kicked Phineas in the face.

"Ugh... Damn it, you haven't washed your feet in hundreds of years."

"Don't talk nonsense. Have you ever seen a portrait washing feet?"

The principal's office suddenly became lively, and Phineas' screams could be heard everywhere.

"Oh, it's so lively."

Kyle turned around and saw Dumbledore walking in from outside.

"What happened to them?"

"He said he wanted to move around a bit," Kyle said.

"What about Phineas?"

"Well... I guess I'm the organizer of this event."

"That's very generous of him," said Dumbledore. "So, is there any result?"

"At least sixty Dementors have rebelled," Kyle said. "Maybe more. What are you going to do, Professor?"

"When dangerous creatures like these are out of control, it is better to deal with them as quickly as possible." Dumbledore said expressionlessly. He waved his hand and Fawkes flew over immediately.

"Thanks a lot."

"It's just a few words, it's nothing." Kyle glanced at the Dementor that had been trembling since Dumbledore came in, "Then Professor, how do we deal with it..."

"Of course, let the striker take it back to the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore said meaningfully: "They should not appear outside Azkaban."

"Yeah, I thought so too," Kyle muttered.

(End of this chapter)