"Oh, of course." Techros woke up from his confused expression, "So by the way, are there any other students who want to try it? I know that under this special situation, some parents may violate the ban for safety reasons... The Ministry of Magic does not intend to pursue it for the time being."

Harry's heart moved, and he stared at Malfoy, who had shown off to him a long time ago, saying that the professor had promised to tutor him in private, including Phantom Movement.

But Malfoy had no intention of standing up. Until the end, he only easily completed the appearance of the follower under the guidance of Mr. Diggory.

A week passed in a blink of an eye.

The Ministry of Magic spent two days sifting over a thousand students from top to bottom in Hogwarts, and in the end there were less than one hundred students who failed to meet the requirements. According to Tecross, "It really made me admire him, which greatly reduced our workload."

"If you come a few months late, there will be even fewer students who fail to meet the standards." Sirius said without knowing whether he was proud or complaining.

"Ms. Bones was anxious," said Tycross half-coveredly.

Sirius's heart moved, he pulled Tycross aside and whispered, "I know that I have been assistant minister for nearly two months and have a good relationship with Amelia. She told me... Has the situation not improved yet?"

"Oh, I also found out by chance," Teckros said. "The number of Muggle victims has been increasing recently. Many of them were discovered during the ministry's private investigation. Their bodies have also been stolen... Ms. Bones is worried that the mysterious person will make big moves."

Sirius frowned.

Felix seemed unusually calm when he asked Felix about it with this matter.

"Voldemort took it himself, and he seemed to be planning to create a batch of Yin corpses."

"We should stop him!" Sirius said anxiously.

"I think too, but I just said, 'Voldemort did it myself', he did not use any Death Eater's power. And when he wanted to do this, you would definitely not be able to catch him."

Sirius's face froze, and he murmured, "I have to do something."

"We made some preparations, in fact, maybe just these few days," Felix said to Angelina Johnson, who was sitting on a bench in the courtyard. "Miss Johnson?"

Angelina walked over slowly, "Are you calling me, Professor Happ?" Her companions were looking here leisurely.

"Yes, I want to remind you that your hair color is not quite the same as I've seen before." Felix said calmly.

Angelina screamed, took out a small mirror from her robe, and looked at it carefully. She frowned, and a strand of pink hair on her ponytail turned back into black.

"Tonks?"

Sirius growled.

"Hi, Sirius, long time no see." 'Angelina' waved at him.

"Then the other one is Remus, right?" Sirius was shocked and stared at another girl on the bench in disbelief.

"Oh, he didn't come, guarding the Sword Castle. That was Emilyn Vance, Kingsley and the Crazy Eyes were there, and they were withdrawn from the Department of Mystery."

Sirius stared at her eyes, "When did it start?"

"Yesterday." Tonks said happily.

In the next two days, Sirius tried hard to find students who performed abnormally in class, and became a little suspicious, always thinking that which student below was Mad-eyed Moody, or Kingsley, or Montongus.

After class, Harry, Ron and Hermione went to the auditorium to have dinner.

"Sirius has been talking about these two days," said Harry.

"I've wanted to ask," Ron said with a smile: "Do you play the Frisbee game when you're alone?"

Harry hammered him gently.

"Hi, Neville, Dean, Semo." Harry greeted and sat in the open seat next to them. Dean and Semo seemed to be begging Neville to do something, and Dean said eagerly: "Read the spell for me again, that daydream spell, and I found that my learning efficiency has increased."

"Professor Hepp told me that this magic cannot be abused." Neville whispered.

"It's nothing to use occasionally," said Simo, shook his head.

Harry knew about this magic. During the Christmas holiday, Ginny found out some Auror training content from Tonks. After school started, they imitated the training of the front-line watch station, but the result was not ideal: the huge amount of training forced the members to complain, and not everyone could adapt to mechanical repeated casting.

Later, Neville stood up and stammered and introduced a magic he had learned. When Harry first experienced the "Daydream Curse", he was still quite shocking. It was a completely replica of the magic of the universe and starry sky experienced on the golden invitation card. Of course, objectively speaking, the effect was much worse, mainly because Harry's brain closure technique kept reminding him that everything he felt was fake. This greatly reduced Neville's magic effect.

But for other members, this magic allowed them to experience a spiritual baptism. Compared with the vast starry sky, their little troubles were nothing. Those who experienced this magic would cheer up for at least a while.

"It's a bit like the amulet created by Cedric, but it's obviously two ways, and I prefer this." Fred commented.

...

Recovering from the memories of the last club activity, Harry keenly felt someone staring at them, and he followed the feeling and sat two students, one man and one woman, at the dining table opposite, they seemed to be a couple, and when Harry looked back at them, they smiled at Harry.

In the evening, when Harry, Ron, and Hermione came out of the library, it was already late, and they were almost the last ones. The three of them were walking in the empty corridor, and Ron was cursing Snape and the homework he assigned.

It was a pioneering move, Harry thought, and Ron seemed to find a real use for divination lessons. They could get a steady stream of unlucky inspiration from the classroom and splice them onto Snape. Suddenly, their eyes flashed before them, and a ghost of a girl flew past her.

"Myritan?" Harry said in surprise. He hadn't seen her for a long time.

"Oh, it's you," Myrtle was also startled. She turned around and was about to float away, then fixed in the air, as if it was petrified. She slowly turned around, her big raised eyes staring at them from behind the thick white round glasses. Harry felt uncomfortable. It was a kind of scrutiny and weighing gaze, and he remembered Malfoy.

"You can do it too," she continued.

"What are you talking about?" Ron muttered, "We have been working for a day and are very tired. Now we want to go back to bed and have a sleep."

"You and Draco are friends?" Myrtle asked.

"Who?" Ron raised his head with a 'shot'.

"Draco, Draco Malfoy." said Myrtle, "He was in a little trouble. I don't know who to look for, but I definitely shouldn't find a professor. That would make things worse..." She said in a nagging manner, floating in the air.

"He won't be stuffed into the toilet, right?" Ron said excitedly, "By the way, your home is blocked?"

"Rude!" Myrtle fell from the air and shouted at Ron. Then she floated slowly and covered her face and said shyly: "But he is indeed in my bathroom." The next second she became anxious, "Will you help, it's too late!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"I don't want to be caught in the girl's bathroom," Ron muttered.

"You've been there many times," Hermione pointed out.

They did go there more than once. In the second grade, they spent a long time cooking a compound decoction in it. Later, they moved to other places after they were discovered by Malfoy.

"Maybe, but for Malfoy..." Ron said hesitantly, and they looked at Harry, waiting for Harry to make a decision.
Chapter completed!