Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

  Now that Amelia has made up her mind, she won't drag her feet.

  After learning that Damon still can't Apparate, she decided to take advantage of the summer vacation to teach him personally.

  In this way, she can also get to know Damon better by getting along with him.

  "Do you know about the Apparition spell beforehand?"

  Amelia asked Damon, determined that if she found that the boy didn't meet her expectations during her time with him, she would find an excuse to shirk the previous things - making an exception for a mediocre person would only make everyone embarrassed in the end.

  "I know that Apparition, strictly speaking, is divided into [Apparition] and [Apparition]. Apparition means disappearing at the original place, while Apparition means appearing at the destination.

  During the whole casting process, you have to remember the three Ds, namely:

  Destination, Determination, and Deliberation.

  If you are not firm enough during the use, it is easy to split, and in addition..."

  Facts have proved that Amelia's worries are obviously unnecessary.

  The lines on her face seemed to soften a little, and she said gently:

  "Since you are ready, I will be your temporary teacher."

  Because Amelia still had a lot of things to do during the day, she could only spare four hours a day to teach Damon.

  But these four hours were enough for Damon - even at Hogwarts, you can only take three Apparition classes a week, and they are not one-on-one tutoring by famous teachers.

  Except for the fact that Damon was a little nervous when casting the spell on the first day, it only took two days for him to be able to skillfully achieve short-distance Apparition.

  If ordinary beginner wizards want to reach this level, it will take at least five weeks.

  This terrifying learning speed shocked Amelia, but she also secretly confirmed that she was not wrong about him.

  When the Apparition test was held two weeks later, Damon perfectly achieved a distance of ten kilometers and passed the test easily.

  Of course, he was in a new identity - Caliban Mortos.

  It turned out that the inspection equipment of the Ministry of Magic could remove all traces of magic, but it could not remove the makeup on Damon's face.

  This is normal, after all, this thing can't even detect Polyjuice Potion - although Polyjuice Potion is a very complex potion, the fact that Death Eaters only need Polyjuice Potion to enter the Ministry of Magic still makes Damon a little speechless.

  "What is the name of this spell you created? I think it would be a good choice if it is promoted in the Auror course."

  Although the result was expected, Amelia was still very happy to see Damon pass the exam easily, and asked him about his magical spell.

  "It's called Fixus Cosmeticus, but I don't recommend promoting it."

  "Why?"

  "First, it only fixes this set of makeup. If you want to make up for other looks, you have to find a Muggle makeup artist to cooperate and record it. Second

  , forgive me for being frank, is the confidentiality procedure within the Ministry of Magic strict enough? If the Death Eaters learn this trick, I'm afraid the entire Ministry of Magic will become a leaky sieve."

  Amelia thought of that possibility and nodded solemnly - at the same time, she couldn't help but have suspicions in her heart - since the Ministry of Magic's detection equipment is not perfect, does it mean that there may be Death Eaters mixed in the Ministry of Magic?

  She has seen Damon's memory of fighting Voldemort through the Pensieve, and she is completely convinced that Voldemort is not completely dead.

  She also pretended to ask Fudge casually, "What if the You-Know-Who is not dead yet?"

  She couldn't forget Fudge's performance at the time - he was like a mouse whose tail was stepped on, blushing and questioning why she had such an idea, Voldemort is dead, completely dead!

  Fudge's frantic look made Amelia believe Damon's judgment even more.   

  She wrote a letter to Dumbledore, asking about this matter with worry, but the reply she got was to stay calm, he was trying to find a way to solve it all, and if he needed help, he would contact her in time.

  As for how to treat Damon, Dumbledore only said that no matter what decision Amelia made, he would accept and support it.

  For this reason, Amelia privately criticized Dumbledore as a cunning guy, throwing his apprentice to her and not caring about anything.

  After half a month of study, Damon officially bid farewell to Amelia.

  "I have removed the traces on you, and I hope you will not live up to my trust. If one day I find out that you have caused an accident, I will definitely arrest you and put you in Azkaban myself!"

  Before parting, Amelia did not say anything warm, but solemnly warned Damon.

  "Don't worry, that time won't come. But you, don't force yourself."

  Damon stepped forward and patted Amelia's arm:

  "Dumbledore and I will deal with Voldemort. You don't need to worry about anything. With us here, he will only roll in the gutter for the rest of his life and there is no chance of

  him coming back." What he didn't say was.

  In addition, you won't die at the hands of Voldemort again this time.

  A deafening roar resounded throughout the house.

  "This is the third time this week!" Dursley Vernon roared at Harry across the table, "If you can't control that owl, get it out!"

  "It's bored. It's used to flying outside. If I can let it out at night..."

  "Do you think I'm a fool?" Uncle Vernon roared, a piece of fried egg dangling on his thick beard. "I know what the consequences of letting an owl out are. I tell you, kid, don't even think about it!"

  Harry lowered his head uncomfortably.

  As soon as he got home, Uncle Vernon locked his spellbook, wand, robes, cauldron, and the top-of-the-line Nimbus 2000 into a small, dark cupboard under the stairs.

  The Dursleys didn't care if Harry was kicked off the house Quidditch team for not having practiced over the summer.

  What did it have to do with them if Harry didn't do any of his homework and couldn't hand it in when he returned to school?

  Hedwig was locked in her cage all day, not even allowed to go out for air, which made her irritable all day long, often screaming loudly because she was bored. Harry was helpless about all this and could only say sorry to her with red eyes.

  Guilt was like the lawn he was often asked to mow. Every time he said sorry, it kept taking root deeper in his heart.

  Of course, the Dursleys didn't care.

  They didn't even care about the boy's mental health, so how could they care about his damn magical pet?

  He returned to the Dursleys for the summer, and they treated him like a dog that had rolled in a sloppy place.

  No one remembered that today was his birthday - oh, his cousin Dudley did remember it, and he laughed at Harry for not having "even a friend" at school, so there was no one to send him a letter.

  Harry missed Hogwarts so much that his insides ached, but the summer vacation had just begun.

  This vacation that made all the children feel relaxed and happy was like a cage where Harry could not breathe.

  Every second he stayed there, the feeling of suffocation became stronger.

  "Damon, Ron, Hermione, where are you? Why hasn't you sent me a single letter when the summer vacation has been over for almost a month?"

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