Chapter 151: The Longbottom House

"You are not a jailer here?" William's expression suddenly became calm. "Just an Auror passing by and meddling in other people's business?"

"I still have the right to ask..."

"Someone, someone!" William suddenly shouted loudly, and other prisoners also joined in the clamor, as if they wanted to call the jailers.

"It's ruined." Harry thought to himself under the Invisibility Cloak. "Sir Johnny used the TARDIS to get in; we are illegal intruders."

"Who isn't?" Zhang Qiu shrugged. "I used a secret spell to jump in."

"In any case, the situation is urgent now." Johnny pushed the two invisible children toward the TARDIS. "Let's leave quickly; there might be some traitors among the jailers."

"No, I can't leave." Zhang Qiu said. "I haven't given the newspaper to Sirius yet."

"Newspaper?" Harry was a bit puzzled.

"Sirius's prison break was because he saw the newspaper, the newspaper reporting that Luo En's family won the lottery." Zhang Qiu explained. "Divination told me this was dropped by Minister of Magic Fudge during an inspection, but the current Minister of Magic is Scrimgeour, and he doesn't have a schedule to inspect Azkaban."

"Fudge was assassinated in 1988." Johnny interjected, his tone a bit disappointed. "The murderer used Transfiguration; he turned a shotgun into a camera to get past the inspection. I should have found out; I could have stopped it."

"In any case, when the secret spell sent me here, I knew." Zhang Qiu said solemnly. "Especially since I found this Daily Prophet in the jailer's lounge."

"But can you get away?" Harry asked worriedly.

At this time, the three of them had rushed to the vicinity of the duty room. They all knew there was a jailer napping inside, so they each slowed their pace.

"Let's hide in the TARDIS first." Johnny suggested.

"No need. Intuition tells me the chaos caused by William is the best opportunity; otherwise, even if Sirius can turn into a dog, it will be difficult for him to escape."

"Do you really have to..." Johnny wanted to hold her back with dissatisfaction.

"It's okay, Zhang Qiu, you can use the secret spell to get away, right?" Harry's tone carried a hint of luck.

"Strictly speaking, the reuse of the secret spell requires at least half an hour." She looked at her watch. "There are still fifteen minutes left. I think if I run over, throw the newspaper to him, and say a few words, it should be about right."

"Would it be better if I..." Harry pinched the Invisibility Cloak, hesitating to go with her.

"Go, Harry." Professor Doudou pulled open the wardrobe door directly. "Don't forget, she met us in the future unscathed."

Harry nodded at Zhang Qiu, said "Good luck," and dived into the TARDIS. He knew that if he could see Zhang Qiu in the future, it meant she didn't encounter danger this time.

"Then our next stop is..." Professor Doudou suddenly showed a surprised expression. "The Longbottom house?"

When Harry came out of the wardrobe and saw a spotless guest room and the green garden outside the window, he remembered that Longbottom was also an old pure-blood family, said to be running a profitable herb business.

Habitually putting on the Invisibility Cloak, Harry walked gently toward the door. He had only taken the first step when the door suddenly opened.

Two Nevilles were carrying Zhang Qiu in from left and right. Her school robe had been cut in half by something from behind, her clothes were covered in blood, and her face was full of pain.

"Just put her on the ground, treat the wound first." One of the Nevilles commanded. "This bleeding is too scary; try Dittany essence."

"The wound is on the right leg, and the left shoulder." Zhang Qiu said softly.

One of the Nevilles gently lifted the corner of her robe; it was still dripping blood. Zhang Qiu was wearing shorts underneath, and at this moment, the lower end of the shorts had also been cut open by something. There was a deep wound on the back of her right thigh, which was constantly bleeding.

Another Neville took a small glass bottle from his pocket and carefully treated Zhang Qiu's wound. With the help of the potion, her external wounds healed quickly, the wound closed into a thin red line, and it stopped bleeding.

"This is magic." A certain Neville sighed. "A light spell can cause such great damage to a person, and a few inconspicuous drops of potion can instantly heal such a nearly fatal external wound."

"Actually, these two things are together." Zhang Qiu interjected. "Dittany only has a significant effect on wounds caused by spells. The Wizarding World has its own operating mechanism, which always makes me feel a bit unreal."

"Li Ao also said that the effect of magic is often 'temporary'. Relying on magic will reveal flaws. The only thing truly worth trusting is one's own fists." One of the Nevilles echoed.

"Ah, I almost forgot." Another Neville patted his head, then hurried toward the door. "The special training in the afternoon is about to start; I have to go quickly."

"Oh right, then I should go too." The remaining Neville said. "I'll help you to the bed first."

"It's okay." Zhang Qiu stood up with difficulty. "I can do it myself; you return."

Neville nodded, then his figure faded and disappeared. Harry could see that he used the Hyper-Ascension Spell to return to the future.

Zhang Qiu took off her school robe, revealing the shirt and shorts underneath, which were also stained with a lot of blood.

She used a cleaning spell to wipe the stains off her clothes, then used a repair spell to fix the cut wizard robe, and then stuffed it into her storage bag. Finally, she sat on the bed in the guest room, cushioned with a few soft pillows, and slowly took out her diary.

"Zhang Qiu." Harry revealed his figure. "After we parted in Azkaban, what happened?"

"Don't mention it." She didn't seem surprised by Harry's appearance, just sighed lightly and began to talk about her experience in Azkaban.

"I went back to find Sirius, and it went very smoothly. To reduce unnecessary trouble, I still didn't intend to speak, just threw the newspaper in."

When Zhang Qiu said this, Harry felt it was normal, nothing wrong.

"But then I got hit. I originally wanted to walk forward a bit to see if he picked up the newspaper, but a spell suddenly shot out from Sirius's cell. I hurriedly dodged, but was hit in the left shoulder." Zhang Qiu continued. "Then I felt things were not good and prepared to turn and run, but my right leg was hit, and it hurt so much I couldn't walk. Seeing the jailer was about to come, but the secret spell hadn't finished cooling down, it was really dangerous at the time. Fortunately, Neville appeared; he used a Portkey to bring me directly here."

"Alright. However," Harry said, frowning, "You just said that a spell shot out from Sirius's cell, and prisoners in Azkaban cannot carry wands. So where did the spell come from? And two spells were shot out. If someone was hiding in that room, why didn't Sirius stop that person?"

"I don't understand either. The only thing I can think of is Death Eaters; otherwise, who else would pay attention to a prisoner who is like a walking corpse?"

"That's the only way to consider it." Harry said, stroking his chin. "After all, Voldemort knew the real informant was Peter, so he suspected Sirius was wrongly imprisoned for another purpose, which is why he arranged for Death Eaters to ambush him in his prison."

"For Sirius, he shouldn't have much action before seeing the newspaper; his heart is already dead." Zhang Qiu sighed again. "I hope he can break out of prison as scheduled tomorrow; otherwise, I'm not sure if I'll have to go back again."

"Perhaps he will." Harry said. "Because in the divination, he is going to break out of prison, right? That is fate."

"But there are many divinations that haven't been realized. I'm still having a headache about this." Zhang Qiu flipped through her notebook. "The most troublesome thing is the quarrel between Luo En and Hermione..."

"No, I mean, if fate wants Sirius to break out of prison, and Neville specifically used the Hyper-Ascension Spell to save you." Harry interrupted her. "Then even if Sirius doesn't intend to break out of prison, fate will make Neville do the supplement."

"You're right." Zhang Qiu nodded. "At least I can feel much more at ease about this matter, but the series of divinations related to Luo En and Hermione probably still can't be realized."

"You can't change what has already happened." Harry sighed. "And as far as I know, they haven't spoken a few words to each other this term."

"This is troublesome. Although the progress of the third year is already sufficient, overall, wanting to obtain the gift of time is still far away." Zhang Qiu looked a bit hesitant. "I think I can try to go back to an earlier time. Actually, I had this idea before."

"Go back to the first year?" Harry knew she went back and hurt the unicorn, and at this time he was just cooperating to say what was in Zhang Qiu's mind.

"Can start from the second year. Actually, I collected quite completely in the first year." She flipped through her diary. "The only regret is that you didn't go to play the level-breaking game."

"It was Neville who played." Harry shrugged.

"Oh right, Neville." Zhang Qiu sat up suddenly. "I wanted to say it before; he did many things that were destined for you to do."

"So, before leaving." She lifted her leg to check the wound. "I think it's necessary to meet his tutor. Perhaps it's possible that it will be one of our own."

"One of our own? Your own?" Harry remembered that it was also an Oriental. "For example, you are all closely watching divination and fate?"

"That's right, that's exactly what I suspect." Zhang Qiu nodded. "I'll have to trouble you to invite him over."

"You can wait until the wound is healed before talking to him." Harry suggested.

"It's not that easy. If the secret spell travel interval is too long—" Zhang Qiu's tone carried a hint of worry. "It will consume my sanity significantly and easily lead to a dangerous situation."

"Alright, then I'll go invite him over now, so you can enter the next stop as soon as possible."

Just as Harry finished speaking, a rhythmic knocking on the door sounded. ===== CHAPTER 152 =====