The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

"Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!"

The red light emitted from Harry's wand became stronger and stronger. Although he was tired, he persisted - there were not many opportunities to see his progress at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A week ago, he could not release the disarming spell continuously, but now, firing three volleys is not too much of a burden.

Moreover, this week, he had a clearer understanding of Aesop's strength——

Aesop on the opposite side waved his hand easily. He easily dismissed his three disarming spells without even taking out his wand.

He had never seen such a method to break away the curse with his bare hands. Even the professors at Hogwarts couldn't do it, right?

"Some trivial skills." Aesop saw that Harry's hair was wet with sweat and motioned for him to stop. "Excellent. You have reached the level of proficiency in the disarming spell."

Hearing the other party's comment, Harry nodded excitedly.

Aesop told him that the level of magic spells can be classified simply. Although it does not apply to all magic spells, it is just his opinion:

If you have just learned a spell and it works sometimes or not when you cast it, it is called [entry level];

Continuous training on this basis can be called [mastery]; after that, through specialized training, you can reach the [proficiency] level;

[Proficiency] is marked by silent spell casting or being able to use it continuously in a short period of time; if it can be cast without a wand, it is considered [Access to the House].

The [Master Level] spell means that you have few opponents in this spell, and it is above the [Master Level]...

Harry shook his head and said, this is not what he should be thinking about now. Aesop said that many Aurors could only barely upgrade the Iron Armor Curse to [Mastery] after working for a lifetime, but now he has mastered the mastery level of disarming. Damn, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?

"Okay, Harry, our special training is about to come to an end for the time being."

Although he was a little disappointed, Harry quickly thanked you: "I'm sorry to trouble you this week, Mr. Green."

Aesop shook his head: "I am still very proud to see your progress every day. The reason why the special training ended is just because [the rain stopped]."

Harry thought for a moment: "Are you saying that the influence of the magic riot on me is over?"

"You don't need to use honorifics, Harry, you can call me Aesop." Aesop walked out of the basement of the bar with him. "You can't expect the rain to rain all the time, and your body won't be able to bear it, but this week we are not Gained nothing."

Harry nodded affirmatively. Not to mention the rapid progress of the disarming spell, this rainstorm almost doubled the size of his magic pool. This was also the reason why he was able to cast spells continuously without being drained.

Aesop's wand clicked on Harry's head, and immediately all the sweat on his body disappeared, as if he had taken a cold shower after sweating profusely.

"So, Harry, are you going to take a rest, or are you going to see the Firebolt together again?"

"Of course it's the Firebolt, G... Aesop." Harry did not hesitate, "I didn't expect you to know the owner of the Quidditch boutique. I can't believe that I can actually touch the Firebolt with my own hands!"

After saying goodbye to Harry at the entrance of the Quidditch boutique, Aesop used Apparition to leave Diagon Alley.

The next moment, he appeared on the vast ocean.

Aesop looked at the sun in the sky, determined the direction, and flew towards an island in the North Sea.

The closer you get to Azkaban, the colder the feeling becomes. There seems to be something in the air that is constantly suppressing people's souls.

Although he is already a frequent visitor here, this phenomenon has not been alleviated, but it is not to the extent that he needs to release a patron saint to resist.

"Sorry, I'm late." Aesop fell from the sky.

The people from the Ministry of Magic seemed to be planning to leave with a group of dementors.

"Aesop Green?" A short, fat witch in a pink suit looked at the uninvited guest with evil eyes. "What are you doing here? Because your nickname is [Warden], so you really think of Azkaban." It’s your own territory?”

"Oh, I'm not talking to you, Umbridge." Aesop glanced at the dementors, and these terrifying monsters all took a step back.

"You should call me Assistant Minister, or Inquisitor Umbridge," she said harshly.

Only then did Aesop glance at her. Although he was still smiling, Umbridge's heart tightened. It seemed that his identity did not bring any sense of security.

"I remember that Fudge has already deployed a team of Dementors. Why, isn't that enough? It's just Sirius Black. It makes it look like Voldemort has been resurrected."

Umbridge couldn't help but shudder when she heard the name. She was about to say that Fudge should be called Minister, but she remembered Fudge's warning to her before setting off: If you meet Aesop Green, don't mess with him. .

He is indeed an extraordinary person.So, she immediately put on a sweet smile. If the smile on Aesop's face made people feel friendly, then she became even uglier when she smiled - like a grinning toad.

"Well, the Minister thinks that since Black's target may be Potter, a team of Dementors needs to be stationed at Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" Aesop frowned, "Dumbledore agreed?"

Umbridge's mood got even worse when it came to this, and she almost couldn't keep the expression on her face. Dumbledore actually refused, rejecting herself, the senior investigator of Hogwarts, without hesitation!

If Fudge hadn't allowed it, I would have had to give him a good look, this old man who only dared to show off his power in school.

"Of course not, so we can only let the dementors stationed in Hogsmeade." Umbridge rolled her eyes like a toad, intending to divert the trouble to the other side, "I heard that you and Dumbledore have a good relationship. , Aesop, you should help the ministry persuade him, this is for the safety of the students."

"As far as I know, Fudge has a better relationship with Principal Dumbledore. When he first took office, he had to go to school three times a day."

Umbridge was obviously angry: "If you don't plan to do anything, you can get out of the way. I still have official duties to perform."

Aesop looked at the Auror colleagues present. They all lowered their heads when they caught his gaze. To be honest, they didn't want to come to Azkaban. They didn't want to come into contact with Dementors or interact with Dementors. Aesop versus.

Everyone knows that Aesop almost uses Azkaban as his office, and he handles all the transfers of dark wizards captured by the Ministry to the island.

It turns out that the task of escorting prisoners to Azkaban is equivalent to being dispatched, but who knew Aesop would be so happy about it.After all, dark wizards are magic points, and dark wizards who can be taken to Azkaban are even more powerful. For Aesop, who owns the [Evil-Suppressing Cube], a black wizard can make a lot of money. earn.

"Although capturing Black is a top priority, the removal of a large number of Dementors may cause safety risks on the island."

Umbridge narrowed her eyes dangerously: "So, Aesop, you are planning to disobey the minister's order?"

Aesop shook his head slightly: "If they plan to leave, of course there is no problem."

them?Dementors?

Umbridge wanted to laugh. The prisoners held in Azkaban were about to be drained. How could the dementors not be happy when they had the opportunity to leave here? For them, there was more food outside.

"They're going to disappoint you, Aesop Green! They're dying to do it."

After Umbridge finished speaking, she was about to leave with the Aurors and Dementors, but...

"Why don't you leave?"

The group of dementors didn't respond at all. They stood motionless, as if a immobilization spell had been cast.

"Aesop Green?" Umbridge gritted her teeth. She was fine at first, but this guy must have caused trouble.

"The agreement between the Dementors and the Ministry of Magic only requires them to guard Azkaban. Is it the Aurors' business to capture dark wizards? Or has your level dropped to the point where you have to rely on external forces?" Aesop looked at Wu playfully. The Auror behind Mritch.

Delis frowned: "Green, we are also following orders."

"Acting on orders?" Aesop repeated with a smile, "I didn't disobey orders, it was the Dementors who didn't want to leave."

Umbridge pulled out her wand. She was really angry and planned to release the Patronus to teach these Dementors who dared to disobey the Ministry of Magic's orders.

"You have to pay attention to who is raising you monsters!"

"Umbridge!" Aesop's wand fell on his hand, and the Auror of the Delis team stepped back involuntarily.

"There have been enough dementors drawn out," Aesop pointed his wand at the ground, but no one dared to bet that he would not take action. "Azkaban must have enough jailers, otherwise there will be more. Dark wizard escapes from prison.”

"Our previous efforts will be in vain!"

Umbridge clutched her wand tightly, and finally put it down bitterly. "The minister didn't let me provoke you, but don't think I'm afraid!"

You're just a little Auror.

"Let's go!" Umbridge walked towards the boat on the coast without looking back. The area where Azkaban is located has been cast an anti-Apparition spell, and there is no Floo Network link. This boat is Their transportation here.

Aesop watched the Ministry of Magic ship disappear over the sea, turned to a Dementor, opened and closed its mouth strangely, and made a sound that could not be caught by human ears: "Take me to see the Underlord."

The dementor paused, lowered his head slightly, and began to lead the way.

"You all return to your posts. From now on, you are not allowed to leave Azkaban without my permission." As his words fell, the remaining dementors scattered in all directions.