Chapter 580 Harry’S Headache

Not long after Christmas, the news of the collective escape of ten Death Eaters from Azkaban was like a wildfire. Driven by the Daily Prophet, it quickly swept through the entire British wizarding world, like a huge stone thrown into the peaceful world. The surface of the lake caused an uproar.

For wizards in the magical world, the name of Death Eaters is undoubtedly synonymous with terror and evil.

Their crimes are too numerous to list. Once under the protection of Voldemort, these dark wizards trampled on life and justice, leaving behind countless bloody and painful memories.

However, the Daily Prophet's report on the Azkaban prison break seemed to be secretive and hesitant to say anything.

The front page headlines were occupied by a bunch of irrelevant nonsense, while the key information about how the Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban was deliberately withheld. This evasive approach immediately aroused strong dissatisfaction among the wizards.

"This is simply an insult to our intelligence!" An angry wizard waved his wand and roared at the bulletin board of the Daily Prophet.

"We need to know the truth!"

Driven by this emotion, many wizards wrote stern letters to the editor of the Daily Prophet to express their dissatisfaction and anger.

However, more people choose to ignore the truth behind this prison break, as if as long as they don't face it, those horrific memories will not be awakened.

On the morning after Christmas, when the first ray of sunshine shone through the clouds on the Hogwarts castle, the new issue of the Daily Prophet was posted on the bulletin board as scheduled, with the headlines as if This is the proof of Firenze's prophecy.

At this time, the front page of the newspaper was occupied by dozens of black and white photos. The faces in those photos, both male and female, looked ferocious and terrifying.

Some were laughing silently, as if they were mocking the so-called justice and law; some were arrogantly tapping the edges of the photos with their fingers, showing off their arrogance.

Neville Longbottom did not go home this Christmas vacation. He stood in front of the bulletin board, his face as pale as paper, and his face was locked tightly on one of the photos by the light.

That was the only picture of a witch - Bellatrix Lestrange.

Her long black hair looked messy in the photo, like an out-of-control beast. Her eyes widened under her thick eyelids, shooting two cold rays of light straight into Neville's soul. A haughty and contemptuous smile appeared on his thin lips, as if mocking his weakness and incompetence.

Neville tightened his grip on the wand in his hand, and he could feel his fingertips turning white from excessive exertion.

"Neville?" Harry called softly, walking over to Neville Longbottom who had been standing in front of the bulletin board for a long time.

His eyes followed Neville's gaze and landed on the conspicuous newspaper. Those ferocious faces made him frown.

Neville came back to his senses, his eyes showing deep sadness.

"Did you see that, Harry?" he said, pointing to a photo in the newspaper, "this witch named Bellatrix Lestrange, and her husband Rudolfs Lestrange." Strange, they're all Death Eaters. "

His voice was low and trembling, as if he was recalling that horrific past.

"Fourteen years ago, they brutally tortured my parents and tried every means to get information out of them. But they never gave in and always stuck to their beliefs.

Neville's eyes shone with determination, but there was a bitter smile on his lips.

Harry listened to Neville's story and felt an indescribable anger in his heart.

Both of his own parents died at the hands of Voldemort, so he was well aware of the evil and cruelty of Death Eaters, and he also understood the pain and struggle in Neville's heart at this moment.

"Neville, your parents are real heroes." He gently held Neville's shoulders and whispered, "They set an example for you, and you should be proud of it.

Neville turned to look at Harry, his eyes shining with gratitude.

"Thank you, Harry," he said, "but I'm not sure I'm ready to let anyone know this yet. I don't want anyone else to know about my past except Flegg and you.

Harry nodded in understanding, everyone needs time to face and accept their past.

He looked at the wanted criminal in the newspaper with firm and decisive eyes.

"We will all make our parents proud, Neville. I'm sure you can do it," he said.

Harry clearly remembered his confrontation with Bellatrix Lestrange.

That woman had escaped from Azkaban last year, and Harry had seen her crazy figure in the cemetery during the Goblet of Fire game.

He even saw her contribute one of her palms to Voldemort's resurrection ceremony.

The woman's cruelty and madness made him shudder.

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but feel disdainful of Minister Fudge's actions.

He planned to announce last year's unfavorable mistakes in guarding Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic and the prison break together. This was undoubtedly to cover up his negligence and incompetence.

After comforting Neville, Harry and Ronald walked side by side to the auditorium, their steps hurried but a little heavy.

He did not rush to eat breakfast, but walked straight through the crowd, looking for Levin.

Harry was haunted by the thought of that damn scar.

These two famous instruments that can communicate with the Dark Lord have been in pain frequently recently, causing him endless trouble.

In the past, the scar was like an old aunt. It only hurt once a month, usually at night, while sleeping.

But now, it suddenly becomes more frequent, like having a boyfriend, and it stings almost every night.

Of course, the above are all metaphors, and it is impossible for Harry himself to say such things.

After understanding all this, Ronald stared with wide eyes at Harry's two scars that stood out on his pale skin.

"So often?" he asked in surprise.

Harry nodded,

"Moreover, I can also feel some emotions that have nothing to do with Voldemort. Sometimes it's annoyance, sometimes it's joy. It's like... it's like he and I are swapping bodies." He said with a wry smile. Got this ridiculous idea.

Ronald frowned, "That's too strange. However, if this is true...

He stopped suddenly and looked at Harry, "Do you think this has something to do with Professor Snape's Occlumency?"

Harry was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly,

"Since I first learned Occlumency from Snape, the frequency of pain in the scars has increased significantly. I suspect... that he is exacerbating this connection.

A trace of anger flashed in Ronald's eyes, "That old bat has always been ill-intentioned towards you, Harry. I suspect he just wants to use Occlumency to..."

He didn't say any more, but the hostility in his eyes said everything.

At this time, Levin came over - Harry was lucky, even though it was Christmas vacation, Levin planned to go back to school today and happened to bump into them.

Looking at the serious expressions of the two people, Levin asked curiously: "What's wrong? You two look like you just attended a funeral."

Harry and Ronald looked at each other, and then Harry said: Levin, I think we need your help. My scar has been hurting frequently recently, and I always have dreams about Voldemort. "

"Maybe it's not Harry's fault that he can't close his brain." Ronald also added.

Levin looked at Ronald and Harry, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Oh, then whose fault do you think this is?"

It can't be the fault of the time, right?

Ronald looked around, then whispered meaningfully: "Maybe [Professor Snape] is actually trying to make Harry's mind more open...to make it easier for You-Know-Who...you know B."

After hearing Ronald's words, Levin couldn't help but shook his head.

Professor Snape's history of taking the blame at Hogwarts is really long and well-deserved.

Seeing Ronald still saying "one thing or another" and "don't brag or criticize" Snape, Wen asked:

"Harry, why did Headmaster Dumbledore ask you to learn Occlumency?"

Harry answered without hesitation: "Because Voldemort may try to invade my brain, I must learn to isolate that connection.

"So when did Headmaster Dumbledore become aware of this connection?" Levin continued to ask.

Harry was silent for a moment, seeming to recall the past.

"After Mr. Weasley was attacked last time..." he said, and suddenly his voice stopped.

Harry had a look of realization on his face.

He had never thought of it this way before, but now everything (Wang Qian Zhao) became clear.

"The frequency of my scar pain was very low before because Voldemort had not yet discovered this connection of thoughts. But now the frequency has increased because he has discovered this connection." He said excitedly.

Levin nodded in agreement.

"Yes, this really has nothing to do with Professor Snape." He said, "This increase in frequency is entirely caused by Voldemort." Even if you don't learn Occlumency now, the pain will still come. "

Having said this, he turned to Ronald and his tone became serious: "Headmaster Dumbledore trusts Professor Snape, he is working for the Order of the Phoenix. We should trust him and stop doubting our own people."

"Snape used to be a Death Eater," Ronald said stubbornly, but we never saw evidence that he actually reformed...

Levin gently interrupted Ronald, "Just because you didn't see it, doesn't mean there isn't it."

He looked into Ronald's eyes and continued: "Professor Dumbledore has his reasons. He will not tell you every detail he knows. After all, some things need to be kept secret, especially at this critical moment."

Even though he looked down upon Dumbledore's actions, he still admired Dumbledore's ability to influence Snape.

Ronald frowned, as if he didn't fully accept Levin's explanation. .