People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"What happened? Was it an earthquake, a flood, or a tornado?"

23 heard the sudden alarm from his system and hurried back from next door.

"It's Harry!" The image of Harry lying on the bed with a pale face suddenly appeared in Afro's mind.

She rushed out of the dormitory in a panic and saw Ron squatting under the stairs of the girls' dormitory, sweating profusely.

"what happened?"

Just as Ron was thinking about how to inform Afro, her voice appeared.

"Merlin's soda! How did you know I was looking for you?"

Ron looked at Afro who suddenly appeared in disbelief. He was sure that he did not wake up the portrait like last time, nor did he let it wake up the girl.

"Tell me what happened?"

Now is obviously not the time to dwell on this kind of issue.

Ron hurriedly took Afro's hand and walked towards the boys' dormitory.

"Harry, there's something wrong with him... He's been laughing, and his laugh is very... creepy." Ron told Afro tremblingly about Harry's condition.

After they pushed open the door, a crazy laughter swept the whole room. Seamus and Neville huddled together, hugging the quilt, squatting against the wall with frowning faces.

"Aphrodite, you're finally here." Seamus said to her in a crying voice, "I couldn't wake Harry up no matter what I did, just like that..."

Afro walked forward, Harry closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised strangely, and laughter overflowed from his mouth.

"Ron, slap him."

"Who are you hitting?" Ron looked at the very calm girl in horror and asked hesitantly, "What are you hitting?"

A cry of pain was interspersed with the crazy laughter.

Harry felt the pleasure in his body disappear...

He opened his eyes and found that the crazy laughter came from his own mouth.

When Harry realized this, he immediately closed his mouth and stared at the ceiling. The scar on his forehead began to hurt again.

Afro leaned over him, looking worried.

"how are you feeling?"

Harry put his hands on the bed and slowly sat up, "I don't know, but he's very happy."

"You mean Vol--You-Know-Who?" Ron frowned and reached out to feel the temperature of Harry's forehead.

Seamus and Neville also came over and looked at Harry, who was soaked in sweat, with concern.

"You were so scary just now! I couldn't wake you up no matter how I called you, it was like..." Seamus patted his chest with lingering fear and sat down beside Harry's bed.

"It's like being possessed by something." Neville continued what Seamus had said.

Afro wiped the sweat off Harry's forehead with a towel. She lowered her voice and said to him, "Practicing brain block will cause your resistance to decrease, but it will be beneficial in the long run."

Harry leaned against the head of the bed and nodded unsurely. His whole body was aching, and he kept wondering what on earth could have made Voldemort so happy.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Harry suddenly muttered something.

"Something good happened."

Afro looked at him calmly, but a plot came to his mind, "Perhaps, this is not a good thing for us."

Harry and Ron looked at her in confusion, but they soon realized why Afro said that.

The next morning, an owl brought new newspapers to Aphrodite and Hermione on time.

Afro spread the newspaper on the table and pointed at the black and white photo. "The Ministry of Magic announced last night that a large-scale prison break occurred in Azkaban..."

As Harry listened to her reading the newspaper, he leaned over to look at the people in the pictures. His eyes were caught by a witch.

Under her picture was her name and case: Bellatrix Lestrange. Tortured and tortured Frank and Alice Longbottom, leaving them permanently disabled.

Hermione ran her finger across the ink, circling each word.

"Fudge said that all this was caused by the loophole caused by Black's escape from prison not long ago."

"Black?" Harry shouted. "Hasn't he been cleared of any crime?"

"Shh!" Ron quickly suppressed the angry Harry, "Keep your voice down."

Afro pointed to a paragraph in the newspaper and said, "Read it for yourselves."

[…Minister Cornell Fudge said last night: "Although it has been proven that Black is not a member of the Death Eaters, his escape has caused a security loophole in Azkaban and provided indirect assistance for this collective escape… The most likely person is his cousin… Please remain vigilant and do not approach the wanted prisoner."]

Ron flipped through the newspaper and read the news again. "So he was so happy yesterday because..."

"But Fudge actually blamed Sirius for this!" Harry roared indignantly.

"What's the big deal? He also spent six months spreading rumors that you and Dumbledore were liars." Afro opened the newspaper and began to read the report.

Hermione was eating a plate of sandwiches while saying, "Don't think about it. Fudge will never admit it. Dumbledore had already warned him to prevent the guards of Azkaban from defecting to Voldemort."

Harry looked around the hall and found that the news had not had any impact on the school. Everyone was still discussing homework and gossiping...

Full of confusion and worry, he followed Avro out of the hall and met Hagrid in the entrance hall.

"Are you all right, Hagrid?" Harry asked absently as they and Hagrid followed the Ravenclaw students out of the castle.

Hagrid waved his hand as if nothing had happened. "A little busy - I've been put on probation."

"The results of the last investigation were not very good... never mind." Hagrid paused for a few seconds and sighed, "I have something else to do when I go back. Goodbye, Harry... Afro..."

As Harry watched Hagrid open the door and go down the steps, he didn't know how much more bad news he could take.

Hogwarts became increasingly silent, and students and teachers had to speak in low voices in the corridors; boys and girls had to walk separately, and no one knew when Umbridge would appear.

"Obviously we have lost our freedom." Fred and Afro leaned on a sofa, playing with the girl's hair with their hands.

George lowered his head and wrote down the latest order on a piece of parchment. "What is the number of our current education order?"

"If she keeps going like this, she'll nail the whole wall full of them." Ron howled in despair.

Afro didn't make any suggestions. She stood up with the clues she had sorted out and said, "I'm going to go out for a while."

After saying this, she hurried out of the passage behind the Fat Lady's portrait.

"The little darling is really busy." Fred sighed as he stared at the figure disappearing behind the portrait.

Ron suddenly remembered that Afro had appeared on the stairs a few nights ago as if he had a premonition.

"Can Afro read minds?" He told Fred and George what happened that night.

Fred and George looked at each other and said meaningfully, "Perhaps, she is the incarnation of Merlin."