HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 288 Harry being manipulated

In the end, the matter simply faded away.

I knew in my heart that Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't punish me for this.

He was always far-sighted and had his own considerations; he was not swayed by superficial matters.

What's more, this old rascal really enjoys seeing the professor sent by the Ministry of Magic get his comeuppance.

He used to be speechless when I confronted him, but now that someone understands how he felt back then, he happily ate two more lemon-flavored snacks in the principal's office.

In his eyes, this might just be a minor incident, and there are more important things to deal with.

On the other hand, Umbridge made a complete fool of himself.

She angrily wrote a letter to her boss, thinking she could use it to teach me a lesson and vent her anger.

But she never expected that the letter would be like a boomerang, ultimately hitting her hard.

Her boss responded quickly, but not with the support and praise she had been hoping for.

Instead, she was given a severe lesson.

My boss's tone was probably very fierce; he was probably telling her to stay away from me and sternly warning her not to offend me.

When Umbridge heard these words, his face probably turned green, and all his smugness vanished instantly.

I can imagine what she looked like then; her already sharp and mean face became even more distorted, her eyes filled with anger and resentment, yet also with helplessness.

She relied on her power and tried to act arrogantly and domineeringly at school, looking down on everyone. This time, she finally met her match.

After this incident, Umbridge noticeably toned down his behavior.

When they see me at school, they always walk with their heads down, as if they're afraid of running into me again.

I thought that since she wouldn't dare offend me, the matter would be over, but I never expected that she would turn her bullying spree on others.

When Harry and his classmates were in her class, Harry was angered by something she said or did that provoked him, and he snapped at her.

Perhaps it was this confrontation that made her feel like she had found a new target to bully.

Her usual sharp and sarcastic demeanor became even more distorted in front of Harry.

In class, whenever Harry answered a question, she would judge him with extreme sarcasm, completely ignoring the fact that Harry's answers actually had many merits.

Harry's face flushed red, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, but he had no choice but to continue to endure her harassment.

Once, Harry carefully prepared an assignment, hoping to receive recognition.

But when she finished grading the homework and handed it back, it was covered with glaring red crosses and vicious annotations.

In front of the whole class, she belittled Harry's homework and mocked him for having no talent for learning.

Harry bit his lip tightly, his hands clenched into fists, and Hermione and Ron could see his body trembling slightly, a sign of extreme anger.

The students were all angry but dared not speak out, and could only look at Harry with sympathetic eyes.

But she became increasingly smug, as if she had found a new source of amusement, and intensified her attacks on Harry in class.

She would deliberately give Harry questions that were beyond the scope of the curriculum, and if Harry couldn't answer them, she would sneer and criticize him for not paying attention in class and for being stupid.

Harry's originally cheerful personality gradually turned into one of silence. He no longer actively participated in class discussions and always sat quietly in a corner by himself.

"Senior Ayers, could you talk to Harry?" Ron and Hermione finally couldn't stand it anymore and came to my side.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Since it was the beginning of the school year, I hadn't spent much time with Harry and his friends, so I hadn't noticed any changes in Harry.

"Harry's been targeted by that pink toad, which has led to him seemingly being isolated now," Ron said indignantly.

"Where is Harry now?" I looked around, but I didn't see Harry.

“Under that big tree,” Hermione said, pointing to a large tree in the distance.

"I'm going to talk to Harry. You guys leave for a bit." I told Fred, George, Hermione, and Ron to leave first, and then I walked towards Harry alone.

Seeing him, who was once so full of energy, become like this fills me with guilt. If it weren't for me, perhaps she wouldn't have turned her bullying towards Harry.

"Harry, what are you doing here all alone? What are you thinking about?" When I walked over to Harry, I saw him just sitting there in a daze.

"Ayers~" Harry, who seemed to be depressed, gradually looked at me when he saw me walk up to him. He had been a little distracted.

"Is something bothering you, Harry? You can tell me." I sat down next to Harry and gently put my arm around his shoulder, letting him lean on mine.

"Am I stupid? People keep saying I'm stupid lately," Harry said softly, as if he had used up all his strength to speak.

“Harry, what do you think? Are you a stupid person?” I didn’t answer Harry’s question, but asked him instead.

Harry didn't answer my question; he just looked at me.

"Harry, did you know that not just anyone can cast the Patronus Charm in the Ministry of Magic? The Patronus Charm is one of the most powerful and oldest defensive spells in the wizarding world, and also one of the most famous. Successfully casting the Patronus Charm is extremely difficult. Only a few wizards can summon a Patronus in its full form through the Patronus Charm." As I spoke, I used my wand to summon a Patronus, and a silver Eastern dragon appeared from the tip of my wand.

"And Harry, would you be a stupid person to use the Patronus Charm?" The Eastern dragon I summoned circled around Harry and me.

Harry could feel the warmth of the Patronus summoned by Ayers. Harry, who had been feeling sullen, suddenly felt his body warm, and the slight pleasure brought by the Patronus made him feel very comfortable.

Harry slowly raised his head, which had been hanging low, and the dim light in his eyes began to shine again.

The Eastern dragon summoned by Ayers emitted a soft light, like gentle hands, softly wiping away the gloom in his heart.

The inferiority and frustration caused by being called stupid before began to melt away little by little in the warmth emanating from the dragon.

As he watched the divine dragon swimming around him, a unique power welled up within him.

It turns out that being able to use the "Guardian Spell" is such an amazing thing, something that many people cannot do.

His lips gradually turned up, revealing a smile that hadn't been seen in a long time.

The smile was initially faint, tinged with a hint of probing, as if trying to confirm whether this confidence truly belonged to oneself.

But as the dragon continued to swim, the warm and joyful feeling grew stronger, and his smile became brighter.

The previously soft voice became firm and powerful: "I am not a fool. I can use the Guardian Charm. I am capable."

His eyes revealed an unprecedented firmness and confidence, and he straightened his slightly hunched back, as if he wanted to completely break free from the shackles of self-doubt from the past.

“This is the Harry I’m talking about. A gloomy, somber look doesn’t suit you, Harry.” I scooped him up with one hand and used the big tree next to us as cover.

I gently stroked Harry's cheek; his skin was warm and smooth.

I stared into his eyes, and through my gold-rimmed glasses, I was captivated by his deep, emerald-like pupils.

"Don't think about it too much." I gently stroked his cheek with my thumb, trying to smooth his brow.

Harry moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately did not speak.

He just looked at me quietly, his eyes filled with complex emotions like a surging tide.

I slowly leaned closer to him, my forehead gently touching his. "You're not fighting alone, Harry. I'll always be here for you." My voice was low and firm, hoping to give him some strength.

Harry's gaze softened, and the previously gloomy sky seemed to crack open, letting in warm sunlight.

Harry raised his hand and gently took my hand that was resting on his cheek. The warmth of my palm made him feel incredibly at ease.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, filled with a mixture of intoxication and gratitude.

“Thank you, Ayers,” he said softly, his voice hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his soul.

These few simple words felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, crashing down on my heart.

I looked at him, a slight smile playing on my lips, my eyes filled with tenderness. "You don't need to thank me, Harry. You deserve sunshine and happiness." I could imagine him struggling in the mire of life these past few days, and my heart ached for him. I felt a little guilty for not noticing his changes for so long.

Our heads drew closer and closer, our breaths mingled, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

I could clearly see my reflection in his eyes, and the deep affection he couldn't hide.

I could no longer suppress my emotions, so I gently lifted his chin and slowly kissed him.

This kiss was like igniting a blazing flame.

Harry was taken aback at first, but then responded to me enthusiastically.

His hands slipped from mine and wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me close to his body.

Our lips intertwined, as if we were pouring out all the tenderness and love in the world.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting golden dappled patterns on us, as if nature itself had laid down a magnificent tapestry for our passionate kiss.

Time seemed to stand still, and everything around us became unimportant, leaving only the sound of our heartbeats and breaths.

When we finally parted, Harry looked at me with deep affection and longing in his eyes. He gently brushed a strand of hair from my cheek and whispered, "Ayers, it's so good to have you by my side."

I pulled him into my arms and gently patted his back.

In this tranquil grove, our love is like a flower quietly blooming, exuding a captivating fragrance under the sunlight.

"Next time something like this happens, don't take the blame yourself. It was clearly my fault." I hugged Harry tighter.

“It’s okay now, I’m not afraid of her saying anything to me anymore.” Harry rested his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.

"Alright, let's go to the Great Hall and get something to eat first. I have some things to take care of." She could feel Harry getting thinner by wrapping her arms around his waist; he definitely hadn't been eating well.

“Okay.” Harry, hearing that I still had things to do, stepped out of my arms and watched me walk reluctantly toward the Great Hall.

I watched Harry leave with a smile, but as soon as I could no longer see him, I immediately wiped the smile off my face and my expression turned gloomy.

"Damn Umbridge!" I said through gritted teeth.

I reached out and summoned my personal owl, and then I saw a large white owl, about 1.5 meters long, fly down from the sky.

Seeing my owl fly down, I used my wand to write and draw in the air.

As soon as the owl landed, the words I had written with magic shrank and disappeared into the owl's body.

"Send it to Steward Chen," I said to the owl.

The owl seemed to understand, nodded at me, and then spread its wings and flew away.

Butler Chen was quietly in the spacious study, carefully organizing documents.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of flapping wings outside the window. He looked up and saw a huge white owl landing steadily on the windowsill.

Butler Chen put down the documents in his hand, walked quickly to the window, and saw the faint magical light shimmering on the owl's body. He knew that this was an important message from the young master.

He reached out and gently stroked the owl's feathers, saying softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

When he read the message containing the curses directed at Umbridge and related matters, his previously calm expression instantly turned serious.

A hint of worry flashed in his eyes, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Butler Chen quickly turned around and walked to an old bookshelf in the study.

He skillfully turned a decorative ornament on the bookshelf, and the bookshelf slowly moved, revealing a hidden entrance to a secret chamber. He strode into the chamber, which was filled with various magical tools and documents.

He rummaged through the secret room for a while, then took out a thick ancient magic book and began to quickly flip through it, looking for a way to deal with Umbridge.

He was well aware of Umbridge's power and influence in the Ministry of Magic, but he was even less likely to stand by and watch his master and his lover suffer from her harassment.

While consulting ancient books, Butler Chen muttered to himself, pondering feasible strategies.

He also took out paper and pen and wrote down some key magic spells and key points of the plan.

He then emerged from the secret chamber and summoned several loyal servants.

He said to them solemnly, "The young master has encountered trouble at Hogwarts, and we must act quickly. Go and prepare some magical potions and protective gear, making sure they are of the highest quality." The servants nodded and sprang into action.

Butler Chen returned to his study, picked up his wand, and cast a tracking spell in an attempt to find out Umbridge's whereabouts and recent movements.

He kept chanting incantations, and Umbridge's figure and the surrounding environment gradually appeared in the crystal ball in front of him.

Looking at the images in the crystal ball, Butler Chen had a general plan in mind.

He decided to first gather more information about Umbridge and prepare some magical items for any eventuality. He planned to go to Hogwarts himself when the time was right to resolve this problem for his master.

Finally, Butler Chen summoned the white owl again, leaving a new message on it, telling the young master that he was aware of the situation and would take action as soon as possible, and that he should not act rashly and should wait patiently.

The owl cooed twice, flapped its wings, and flew away towards Hogwarts.