A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“I agree,” Harry said immediately.

“Then someone needs to distract Umbridge,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “But George and Fred are gone, and we need a suitable candidate.”

“I’ll do it,” Ron volunteered. “I’ll tell you that Peeves wrecked the Transfiguration classroom while Professor McGonagall was away.”

"Someone needs to keep watch to prevent others from reporting us."

“Luna and I can help,” Ginny said. “We’ll just say that someone has put out choke gas in the hallway and that students are not allowed to go near it.”

“Harry, let’s put on our invisibility cloaks and sneak into her office.”

"The plan is good, but I don't recommend you do it."

I still think it's a trap, and Umbridge has been tricked so many times, what if there's some kind of warning magic in her office...?

“You don’t have to help, but you have no reason to stop me.” Aaron was interrupted by Harry before he could finish speaking. “I just want to make sure my family is safe.”

"Hmm...that reason is indeed impeccable, but you may have forgotten that Hogwarts has a professor who can help."

“Professor Snape, yes, Professor Snape too!” Hermione exclaimed excitedly.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then firmly refused, "No."

"Why?" Hermione asked, puzzled. Ron and Ginny also looked confused.

Aaron seemed thoughtful. "You don't trust him, do you? Hasn't Professor Snape helped you enough?"

“There are quite a few, but do you think I can entrust Sirius’s life to someone with whom he has a personal grudge?” Harry said, his head down, avoiding Aaron’s eyes.

He knew that what he said was inappropriate, completely placing Snape in the position of a villain, but he really didn't dare to gamble.

If Snape wanted to take this opportunity to get revenge on Sirius, he wouldn't even need to fan the flames; simply delaying the process a little might have caused him to miss the chance to save Sirius.

"Heh!" Aaron sneered, pushed open the classroom door, and walked out.

“You…you’ve gone too far,” Hermione said gravely. “You know he respects Professor Snape the most, aren’t you just deliberately trying to anger him?”

Harry didn't bother to explain, after all, it was his father's embarrassing childhood history, and he didn't want others to know.

Following Hermione's plan, they quickly launched their operation.

Ron was tasked with distracting Umbridge, Ginny and Luna were responsible for keeping watch, and Harry and Hermione put on their invisibility cloaks and went to Umbridge's office.

Meanwhile, Aaron went straight to the Potions professor's office.

"Looks like you've finished your exams," Professor Snape said unhurriedly. "You never come here unless you need something, but let me make it clear beforehand that I haven't been making any potions lately."

"Professor, what kind of person do you take me for?" Aaron felt inexplicably wronged. "Would I covet your little collection?"

Professor Snape turned his face away. "Stop thinking about my materials."

“Okay!” Aaron shrugged. “I just happened to have something to tell you about Harry Potter.”

"What trouble has Potter gotten into this time?" Professor Snape sneered. "It's a shame I wasn't there."

"He had another nightmare."

Upon hearing this, Snape's lips twitched. "Didn't I tell you to teach him Occlumency?"

"I taught, I taught very seriously."

He hadn't had nightmares for the past month or two, until today.

"What did he dream about this time?"

Aaron did not answer, but looked at the glass bottles on the shelf with a meaningful expression.

This is a treasured possession of a potion master; the rare materials inside are hard to find on the market, and even on the black market, they are priceless.

"Phew!" Professor Snape understood what Aaron meant, took a deep breath, and said, "He's had dreams before, how do I know if this dream is worthwhile?"

“It’s absolutely worth the price,” Aaron assured him confidently.

Snape hesitated for a few seconds before holding up one finger. "Ten percent."

"Thirty percent."

"Get out! You think you can steal this much with just a dream? You might as well dream."

Aaron chuckled sheepishly. "Professor, you need to learn how to bargain!"

“Half a percent,” Snape said calmly.

"Okay, 10%, isn't 10% enough?" Aaron said hurriedly, "But can I choose myself?"

However, the next moment he met Snape's teasing gaze, "Looks like that won't work."

"Here's what happened: Harry dreamt during his exam today that Sirius Black was captured by Voldemort and taken to the Department of Mysteries, where he was severely tortured."

"Oh!" Snape's interest was piqued. "How serious is it? Are any limbs missing?"

"I doubt it, but the bone-crushing experience would definitely be thrilling enough."

"Haha, karma!" Professor Snape smirked. "Even though it's fake, it's still very exciting."

Especially seeing this scene on Harry Potter, it's absolutely wonderful and exhilarating!

Although losing 10% of his collection cost him a lot of money, the news made him happy and gratified.

"Professor, do you know this is fake?" Aaron asked curiously.

"I'm not sure, but isn't this too suspicious?"

Based on my understanding of Dumbledore, he wouldn't just send Sirius out on a mission, especially not one involving the Department of Mysteries.

“I think so too, but Harry thinks it’s true.”

"That's no use, Hogwarts' Floo Network is under close surveillance."

"No one but me can contact the Order of the Phoenix, so he can only worry helplessly." Professor Snape said, his mood becoming even more cheerful.

Chapter 492 The Truth Potion is Gone? We Can't Beat Him

boom! boom! boom!

A knock sounded on the door, and a voice came from outside, "Professor, are you there?"

"Come in."

Graham Monta walked in, nodded to Aaron first, and then looked at Professor Snape. "Professor, Professor Umbridge requests your presence."

"Is there something you need?" Aaron asked.

“Our investigation team arrested several students for disciplinary violations; they were attempting to break into Umbridge’s office,” Monta said smugly. “Five Gryffindors and one Ravenclaw.”

“Oh ho!” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, who’s the sixth one?”

“Lombardon,” Monta said, “wait, Gaius, how did you know it was them?”

"I happened to be there when they were discussing going to Umbridge's office."

I warned them, but Harry Potter was determined to do it his way, and I couldn't stop him.

“Looks like they’ve got their eyes on the FlooNet in Umbridge’s office,” Snape sneered. “I must say, they’re quite quick-witted.”

"It's a pity they failed." Aaron was speechless. He silently mourned for them for three seconds. Falling into Umbridge's hands would definitely not end well.

“Let’s go! Let’s see what our headmaster is up to.” Professor Snape slowly rose and walked toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor’s office on the third floor, with Aaron and Monta following behind him.

......

"You're going to see Dumbledore, aren't you?"

"No."

"lie!"

When they arrived, they were just in time to see Umbridge interrogating Harry Potter.

The faint handprint on Harry's face was enough to show that Umbridge's interrogation methods were not very friendly.

After Aaron entered, he glanced at Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville, who were being held by the investigation team, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Good heavens! Not only were they wiped out, but they also got a buy-five-get-one-free deal.

"You need something from me, Headmaster?" Snape asked casually.

“Snape, yes,” Umbridge grinned. “Now he should answer me the truth, whether he wants to or not.”

I need a bottle of truth serum, the sooner the better.

“You’ve used all my savings to interrogate students.” Professor Snape looked at her speechlessly. He really didn’t expect Umbridge to have the nerve to ask him for more.

Logically, adding a drop of water to the interrogation fluid should be enough, but Umbridge clearly used up all the truth serum. This efficiency would put even the jailers in Azkaban to shame.

Umbridge blushed slightly. "Could you make some more?"

puff!

Aaron couldn't help but laugh. "Professor, are you kidding me?"

Preparing the truth serum takes a considerable amount of time, approximately one month.

“A month?” Umbridge was clearly not going to accept it and exclaimed, “But I need it tonight! I just saw Potter talking to someone using my fire.”

"Porter has never followed the school's rules and regulations."

"Principal, if you don't expel him today, you'll have to get used to this."

“I want to interrogate him,” Umbridge said bluntly. “Give me a potion that will make him tell the truth.”

“But I really have no more in stock,” Professor Snape said calmly. “Unless you want Potter poisoned, which I would gladly do, I really can’t help you.”

"You're deliberately refusing to help, aren't you!" Umbridge's face instantly turned angry. "You've disappointed me greatly. Don't forget you're still on probation."

"Professor, excuse me for interrupting."

Professor Snape was a renowned Potions Master, and even after leaving Hogwarts, he was still able to thrive.

In other words, the probationary period posed absolutely no threat to him.

"Shut up, Gaius, you have no right to speak here."

"Alas!" Professor Snape sighed and shook his head, gloating, "I don't want to say it, but Gaius is probably the only one at Hogwarts who has the Truth Potion."

"What?" Umbridge's face twitched slightly, and she looked at Aaron ingratiatingly, "You have truth serum?"