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Sickness overcame me exactly on Christmas Day...oh well, I really don't care much for the holidays anyway. As always, I really appreciate the reviews, and as Dec. 31 draws nearer, I cross my fingers to see if The Path Ahead makes the final cut in the Reader's Choice Awards. Also, as an added incentive to some people (and I know I'm just being a glutton for punishment right here), I'm going to start trying to reply to all the reviews people give me. Mind you that's on Portkey only, if there's a way to respond to reviews on FF, I haven't figured it out yet. I feel that author/reader interaction is a great part of the world of fandom, and as a fairly avid fic reader myself, I love hearing from the authors. Hey, if Heaven and Amynoelle can do it...

That being said, I would like to give my condolences to the people who have been affected by the enormous natural disaster on the other side of the world, either directly or relatively. I wish you all the best of luck.

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Chapter 4: The Prodigal Students

As it turned out, much to Harry's dismay, he and Hermione were not able to create a new spell to reverse the effects of a memory charm themselves. Hermione had pointed out that if either of them were to draw the magic from their own bodies, they would be rendered unconscious for slightly more than 24 hours, and with their auror training set to begin the next day, that would prove to be a problem. So it was with their fingers crossed and slightly guilty consciences that the two of them sought out Dumbledore with their request. As they had the night before (or hours before), they found him in the basement kitchen, though this time he was alone and sipping on a mug of hot cocoa while reading the Daily Prophet at the table.

"Good morning," he said, peering above his half-moon spectacles. "How are you both doing on such a beautiful morning?"

"Erm...rather well," Harry said hesitantly. The headmaster's overly cheerful mood was somewhat disconcerting in an ironical way.

"We...um...we have a favor we'd like to ask," Hermione said, somewhat awkwardly. Dumbledore exchanged a glance with each of them.

"Well perhaps you could tell me what the favor is," he said about a minute later with his trademark twinkle. "Although I am a sufficient legillimens, I doubt either of you would appreciate such a probing this early in the day for the simple purpose of my finding out what is on your minds." He finished this last bit with a broad grin.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking," Harry said. "What has got you in such a good mood today?"

"Ah, well perhaps this could answer your question, Harry," Dumbledore said, waving his hand. The Daily Prophet he had been reading hovered off the table and zoomed into Harry's chest, startling him. He did a double take upon reading the headline.

CONVICTED MURDERER TO BE POSTHUMOUSLY AWARDED ORDER OF MERLIN

"My God..." breathed Harry, he mouth slightly agape.

"Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked. He turned the paper so that she could see the headline, and her eyes promptly became round as dinner plates. She took the paper from a still-shocked Harry and began to read aloud.

"Sirius Black, escaped convict of Azkaban and supposed murderer of thirteen, was officially pardoned by a majority decision of the Wizengamot and Minister of Magic Percy Weasley. According to officials, the decision was quickly reached after...Continued on Page 6"

Hermione quickly leafed through the pages until she got to the relevant one, where Harry, who was now looking over her shoulder, did his second double take of the morning as two very large and hideous pictures of Peter Pettigrew were staring back at him.

"...Peter Pettigrew, who was believed to be dead, was captured by ex-auror Alastor Moody last evening after a skirmish at Angelo's, an upper-class restaurant. The battle was started by known death eaters, all of whom were also captured. Two aurors were already on the scene when the chaos started, and reports have it that Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter were also present and helped ensure that no one was seriously injured."

"They don't even mention you," Harry grumbled, but Hermione quickly waved him off as she kept reading.

"Under the influence of Veritaserum, Pettigrew admitted to the crime of murdering twelve muggles, which many had believed was the work of Sirius Black. Black was killed in a death eater battle two years ago, although it was believed he was fighting for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the time."

An official ceremony will be held on July 2nd to present the heir to the estate of Sirius Black his official pardon and Order of Merlin, in an undisclosed location."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore with shining eyes, only to find the headmaster grinning determinedly at the ceiling.

"How much did you have to do with this?" he asked, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Not as much as you might think," Dumbledore replied, taking a sip of his cocoa. "It was actually Percy's idea."

"Percy?" both Harry and Hermione replied simultaneously.

"Percy," the headmaster reaffirmed. "Honestly seemed to think it was the right course of action. Not that I'm saying it isn't, of course."

"But...why would Percy do something like that?" Harry asked. "I mean, he knows that the only people left who were connected to Sirius are myself and Remus."

"I'm not entirely sure he does know that," Dumbledore replied. "As you might recall, Ronald didn't relate the story of your third year to anyone except for Ginny and the twins."

"He didn't?" Hermione asked. The aged-wizard shook his head.

"You might remember, Hermione, the surprise of Molly when Sirius transformed into a human at Harry's bedside after Voldemort's rebirth."

Harry and Hermione shrugged and nodded.

"I assume, Harry, that you will be present for the ceremony?" Dumbledore asked.

"Wouldn't be much of an heir if I didn't show up for my benefactor's Order of Merlin presentation," Harry replied jokingly.

"Good, good," the headmaster replied. "Now what was that favor you wanted to ask of me?"

"Oh...right," Hermione said hesitantly. "We...er, we want to make a new spell." Albus peered at them over the top of his spectacles after this.

"Even after what happened last time?" he asked, seriously.

"Even after what happened last time," Harry replied. "I......we want to make a spell that'll undo the effects of a memory charm."

Dumbledore sighed and flicked his wand, only to be met with the Tome of the Spellmaker come whizzing into the room ten seconds later. Muttering, he leafed through the book until he got to a section that contained some very ancient runes, and from the look on Hermione's face, she didn't know what they were.

"Theoretically," he said after reading a couple of pages. "It's possible. However, the spell would be so complex, whoever created it would likely be unconscious for more than two days, and you two have training tomorrow."

"Yeah...about that..." Harry said. "We....er...were kinda hoping you could do it for us." Dumbledore looked at him carefully.

"Why, exactly, do you want to create this?" he asked, looking truly curious.

"We, um....we wanted to be able to talk with Remus about...the past," Hermione said, shuffling her feet. The headmaster's expression softened a little, and a sad smile appeared on his face.

"A most honorable cause," he said. "But I'm afraid I cannot do this for you." Harry, while expecting this, couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"I understand sir," he said, defeated. "Thanks anyway."

"Of course, Harry."

Harry and Hermione were about to turn around and leave when a knock at the door made them stop.

"Come in," she called, and the door opened to reveal the Weasley Twins, who were looking slightly embarrassed.

"Er, thanks," said George, taking a seat at the table.

"What's up?" Harry asked.

"Well...um...we kind of overheard what you guys were talking about," Fred admitted, turning slightly red. "We don't have a problem if you want to use either of us."

"Guys, I can't ask that of you," Harry said. "You already threw me and Hermione a huge party, which got crashed by a dozen death eaters, which I still need to pay you back for."

"Bollocks, Harry," George said. "You're not paying for anything. The owner's quite skilled with magic you see, so once everyone was gone she just up and 'reparo-ed' everything that was broken. No financial damage."

"Fine, but you've still done more than you need to."

"On the contrary," Fred interjected. "We've not done nearly enough. If it weren't for you, we'd have had to stay at school under that foul Umbridge creature, and get respectable jobs after we'd left. You've done more for us than you know." Harry couldn't help but give a frustrated sigh and he ran his hands through his hair.

"You're absolutely sure you don't have a problem with this?" he asked, frowning.

"Not a one," the twins said in unison. Harry glanced at Dumbledore who was watching the exchange in silence, and the headmaster nodded once. He turned to look at Hermione, and she looked back at him with a sad smile and shrugged.

"If they don't mind," she said. "Then I don't see why not." Harry gave one last sigh before turning to the twins.

"Might as well then," he acquiesced. "We...er, aren't going to need to brew the potion again, are we?"

"I don't think so," Hermione said, walking over to the pantry and retrieving a vial filled with a white liquid from the top shelf. "It doesn't matter that it's your blood, I'll daresay it's more potent than anyone else's. Except for maybe yours, of course, Professor."

"No, I think your first assumption was correct," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Well let's get to it then!" Fred exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. "What do we do?"

"Just sit tight for a while," Harry said. "We've got to write everything down first and figure out an incantation."

"You two need to decide which of you is going to be passed out for two days," Hermione said, pointing at the twins.

"Let us begin, then," Dumbledore said.

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Everyone living in the house made an appearance at some point during the day, giving their greetings before taking some breakfast prepared in portable dishes by Dobby into other parts of the house to eat.

Five hours later everything was ready. It had taken a little longer than usual due to the complexity of the spell. Dumbledore had explained that merely writing 'Undo effects of the memory charm' in the tome wouldn't suffice. So they had spent several hours debating on how a Memory Charm actually worked, and how a spell could go about fixing it.

Fred and George found a suitable solution with the help of Ginny, who had decided she wanted to stay and help. She had pointed out that since a memory charm locks away memories in the brain with a special magical seal, the most likely solution would be to create a spell that 'removed the seals' and would let the locked memories free again.

Finally everything was written down, and the Memory-Restoration Charm (with an incantation of 'restuto!') was ready to be created.

"So what do I have to do?" Fred asked (he had drawn the short straw). Hermione handed him the vial of potion.

"Take a seat on the floor, and drink," she commanded.

"Why do I have to sit on the floor?" Fred inquired, although he was already sitting on the hard stone as he spoke.

"Because when Harry did this the last time, his body started to spasm," she said.

"Don't worry," Harry added, seeing Fred's eyes widen slightly. "It's a little weird, but it stops quickly." Fred took a breath and nodded.

"Well, here's to you, mate," he said, uncorking the small glass container. He drained the contents in one gulp and gave a shiver. Sure enough, he started shaking fairly badly a few seconds later, only to have them cease a few moments after.

"Brrr," said Fred shivering as he stood. "That felt downright strange."

"Wait until you actually make the spell," Harry said with a grin.

"You know, Harry, you're starting to make me wonder if agreeing to do this was such a good idea," Fred said skeptically.

"You're the one who volunteered for the job," Ginny pointed out. "And besides, Harry's fine now, aren't you Harry?" The subject of her argument nodded.

"All right, all right!" Fred grumbled. "What do I do?"

"Put the tip of your wand on 'Memory-Restoration Charm' and say, 'Magus Erogo'," Hermione said in her best McGonagal tone of voice. Fred nodded and taking a deep breath, put the tip of his wand on the title of the new spell.

"Here goes nothing," he said with the best Weasley twin smile he could manage. "Magus Erogo!"

Just like a year before, a red glow started to emanate from his body after he said the words. The glow funneled down Fred's right arm and onto the words on the page, which glowed white briefly, before turning back to black, whereupon Fred promptly fainted.

"Seems to have worked," Ginny said, bending down to check her brother's pulse. "He seems fine."

"I'll go and carry him up to our room then," George said, brandishing his wand and waving it elegantly, which made Fred's body float into the air. "See you all later then." Ginny opened the door and Fred floated out through it, followed by George, who, in a fashion that reminded Harry greatly of Sirius, was letting his twin's head bump the ceiling occasionally as they progressed down the hall to the stairs.

"When will we be able to test this to see if it works?" Harry asked, turning to face his mentor.

"Well, I myself haven't been memory charmed," Dumbledore said. "But I do believe, that if you send Remus an owl, he will be more than glad to oblige." He looked at his infamous twelve-handed watch and frowned slightly. "I'm afraid that I must be off," he said. "Ginny, perhaps you could fetch Ron for me?"

If Ginny was surprised or confused, she hid it well as she drew her wand and said, "Sonorus," while pointing it at her throat. "RON! KITCHEN!" she bellowed, causing Harry and Hermione to jump while Dumbledore simple smiled and twinkled away. Moments later there was a flurry of steps and the basement door was thrown open by a red-faced Molly Weasley.

"How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You. All. To. Not. Communicate. Like. That. INDOORS?!" she screeched.

"Sorry, mum," Ginny said sheepishly. "But Professor Dumbledore asked me to call Ron, so I did."

Molly stood there with her mouth opening and closing as if trying to find some way to yell at the headmaster, who was staring at a point on the ceiling, expecting Ron to float down through it.

"Well fine!" she huffed. "But don't do it again." She walked away muttering something that sounded vaguely like 'could wake up the dead with that voice....'

"Someone call?" Ron asked as he floated down through the ceiling and into a chair at the table.

"Yes," Dumbledore said. "It's time to go."

"Already?" the ghost asked, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"I'm afraid so," the headmaster replied.

"Where are you two going?" Harry asked.

"Ghost meeting," Ron replied. "After all, I didn't fare so well on my own last time."

"Oh," Hermione said, slightly surprised. "Well, good luck then."

"You too," Ron said. "Don't let Moody work you too hard." Harry scoffed.

"Somehow I think that's unavoidable," he deadpanned. Ron smiled and Dumbledore held out a small snow globe for him to touch.

"Well, see you guys around, then," the ghost said, and passed his hand through the globe, which promptly whisked both him and Dumbledore away.

"Well, I'm going to go write Remus that owl," Harry said.

"I'll come with you," Hermione said.

"Okay, see you later Ginny," Harry called out as they left the kitchen.

"Bye, guys," the red head called back.

Harry and Hermione walked up to the third floor and Harry opened the door to their room. He had taken two steps inside when he heard Hermione slam the door shut and turned around to find his fiancee leaning against the door with a very sultry expression on her face.

"I should've known you didn't want to come up here to help with the letter," Harry chuckled.

"Are you suggesting that I have ulterior motives?" Hermione asked in a low voice. Harry grinned mischievously and walked over to her, quickly pinning her against the door with his body.

"Yeah, I think I am," he replied in a husky voice.

"I suppose you'll have to punish me then?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"That's putting it very, very, mildly," he smirked before his lips descended on hers.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Since there were no parties to attend, or death eaters to capture, Harry and Hermione stayed in bed for the entire afternoon, save a trip to the shower, which they shared. Finally, around eight at night, after being served dinner in bed by Dobby, Harry insisted that he get the letter to Remus written. Upon completing it, he gave it to Hedwig who nipped at his hand affectionately before flying out the window into the starry night sky.

"Now then," Harry said, turning around to look at a grinning Hermione who was covered only by the sheets on the bed. "Where were we?"

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'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP'

"What in the bloody hell?" Harry asked groggily as he searched for the source of the noise.

'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP'

After a minute of frustrated struggling, he managed to shut off the alarm clock and sit up in bed.

"Hey, Hermione, wake up," he mumbled. "We've got to get ready for training."

"Already?" she asked into the pillow.

"Yeah," Harry replied with a yawn. "And I had almost gotten used to sleeping in."

"Never get used to that," Hermione replied, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Because you never do get to always sleep in."

"Fair enough," Harry replied, throwing on a plain white shirt. They each got dressed in silence, too tired to talk to each other, either aloud or telepathically.

"Well, let's go downstairs and have some breakfast," Hermione said, putting on her black robes.

"I want to go and see how Fred's doing first," he said, stepping out into the hallway. They walked down to the twins room and knocked lightly.

"Come in," George's voice called through the door. They entered to find George sitting at the desk, going over what looked to be order forms for the business. He smiled when he saw who had come in. "How're you guys doing?"

"Pretty good, a little tired perhaps," Hermione replied. "How's Fred?"

"Sleeping like a Weasley," George replied with a chuckle, looking over his shoulder at his twin who was snoring on the bed.

"Glad to hear that he's doing fine," Harry said. "Well, we just wanted to stop in and check on him, got auror training to get to."

"Good luck," George said with a smile. "I'm sure you two'll need it."

"Thanks," Harry chuckled as he and Hermione left the room. They arrived down in the basement kitchen to find Hermione's parents sitting there, David reading the Daily Prophet, Emma conversing with Dobby.

"Ah, morning, you two!" David said, putting down the paper. "This came for you." He handed them an official looking envelope, which Harry tore open, only to find a quill and a small note.

This is your portkey to take you to training. It will activate upon both of you touching it. Remember, bring only your wands.

-A. Moody

"Well that answers that question," Hermione said, sitting down at the table and helping herself to toast and marmalade jelly. "I was afraid we'd have to fly to get there."

"You mean you'd have actually gotten a broom if it was our only way there?" Harry asked, looking at her incredulously.

"I'm not above flying you know," Hermione said, slightly affronted. "Nor is this job. I'll probably have to learn to do it anyway before training's over."

"I think that's very mature of you, dear," Emma Granger said as Dobby trotted off into the kitchen. "She was always terrified whenever we flew on airplanes anywhere," she said to Harry.

"Well, really," Hermione huffed. "Is it so unnatural to be afraid of heights?"

"Of course not," David said. "Oh, I was wondering, have either of you seen Draco lately? I've been meaning to ask him something I read in the paper about goblin jewelry a day or two ago."

"Come to think of it, no, I haven't," Harry said. "Last time I saw him was when he flooed here and went right up to his room."

"M-master Draco has been at the Ministry a lot lately," Dobby said softly from the oven. "He has only been home for a few hours each day. Miss Weasley has been very upset at this."

"I'll bet she has," Harry muttered with a smile.

"I wonder what's taking up so much of his time at work?" Hermione wondered aloud.

"No idea," Harry replied, draining his coffee. "Well come on, we don't want to be late on our first day."

"Too right," Hermione said, standing up and giving each of her parents a quick kiss on the cheek. "We should be home by supper time, I hope."

"Well, if you're not, we won't worry," Emma said, standing up and giving Harry a hug. "See you tonight."

"Bye, Mum, Dad," Hermione said as Harry picked up the quill and held it out for her to touch. The moment she did, they were both whisked away, leaving a smiling David and Emma Granger in the kitchen with Dobby and his cooking.

Harry and Hermione landed with a thud against the marble floor, and looked around at where they were. Harry hadn't ever been in this part of the Ministry before, although he could definitely tell that they were somewhere on the ground floor. Natural sunlight was pouring in through the windows and several portraits of past Ministers were peering out through their frames at the new arrivals. There were chairs lining the walls, and a reception desk in front of them where a man was hunched over talking to the person behind it.

"Well, let's take a seat then," Harry said, walking over to the chairs with Hermione and sitting down. They waited for a moment for the wizard at the desk to leave, but when he did, Harry couldn't help but shout out.

"Remus!" he called, waving his hand. The man turned around, and upon seeing Harry and Hermione smiled and started walking towards them.

"How are you two?" he asked. "All set to start your training?"

"Of course," Hermione replied with a smug smile.

"Did you get my letter?" Harry asked.

"Indeed I did," Remus answered. "How about I come home with you two tonight and we can talk about it after dinner?"

"That sounds great - wait, since when do you work here?" Harry asked.

"Since today," Remus replied with a smile. "I applied about a week ago for a vacant position in the Department of Inter-Species Relations, and they hired me. Between you and me, I think Dumbledore had something to do with it."

"Congratulations!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Thanks, but I must be off to my office," Remus said, with a proud smile. "Meet back here at say, oh, six?"

"Will we be done by then?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you should be," Remus replied. "Moody isn't supposed to work you for more than eight hours in a day."

"Here at six it is then," Hermione replied. "Good luck, Remus."

"You too," he called as he walked through a door on the left hand side of the reception desk. Harry and Hermione now stepped up to the desk and saw that a fairly pretty blond woman was standing behind it rummaging through a desk. She looked to be in her early thirties, and her hair reminded Harry distinctly of Fleur Delacour, although with less platinum. She was wearing long, flowing green robes, and gold earrings. None of this compared to her eyes though, which were a clean, shining silver that reflected like almost like a watch.

"Er...hi," Harry said. "We're here for auror training?"

"Oh," she said turning to face them. "Sorry, I'm not the receptionist."

"You're not?" Hermione asked. "I thought you were just talking to Remus."

"I was," the woman replied. "I'm the one who hired him. Rose McClellan, Senior Assistant to Minister Weasley," she said, extending her hand.

"Nice to meet you," Harry said, shaking her hand, which Hermione also did. "We don't exactly know where to go."

"So you're Harry Potter and Hermione Granger?" she asked.

"Hermione Potter," Hermione corrected, shifting so that her engagement ring could be seen.

"Harry and Hermione Potter then," Rose replied with a small smile. "I think Alastor will be up shortly. From what Remus has told me, he likes to surprise his new students."

"He's taught before?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes," Rose said. "Before he retired he was head of the training division. One of the most brilliant in the Ministry. Of course, I was working as a grunt in foreign relations then, so I can't tell you much about that."

"Oh, well, ok," Hermione said. "It was nice to meet you, Rose."

"Nice to meet you too," she replied. "Looks like your trainer's here," she added, nodding at a point behind them. Harry and Hermione turned around to see Moody standing there, his wand drawn and pointed at Harry.

"Thanks for blowing my cover, McClellan," he growled, putting his wand away.

"Anytime, Alastor."

"Come on, you two, we've got a lot of work that needs doing." Harry waved goodbye to Rose who resumed searching through one of the drawers for something. Moody let them through the same door Remus had gone through and Harry found himself next to the lift near the Fountain of Magical Brethren.

"C'mon, in you get," Moody growled as he poked Harry in the back to get him to step into the elevator. The door clanged shut and they rode down to the second floor where the doors opened to reveal Kingsley Shacklebolt waiting for them.

"Ah, Alastor," he said. "Harry, Hermione, good to see you."

"Good to see you too, Kingsley," Harry said.

"Room Four is open to you right now," he said to Moody. "Don't push them too hard now, you hear?"

"I'll push as hard as it takes to get them ready," the old man growled. "Let's go."

Moody's peg leg clunked along the marble floor as they walked through the office. Wizards were working in cubicles that were packed into the area, while little purple paper-airplane memos were flying all around near the ceiling. They walked to the very back of the room they were in and Moody took a key from his belt and put it in the lock on the door that had materialised in the wall in front of them.

"Kinda handy," Moody said, taking two keys from his belt and handing one to each of them. "Door only shows itself if you're supposed to be inside."

"Why?" asked Hermione as their training opened the door and led them inside a long dark hallway lined with doors.

"Because you can get to the Department of Mysteries from here," Moody said, opening the first door on the left. "We'll be training in here, though."

"How come you gave us keys?" Harry asked.

"Well I can't be coming up to the top floor every day, now can I?" he asked with a gnarled smile. "We'll be in here until Kingsley needs this room for someone else."

"What else are these rooms used for?" Harry asked.

"Prisoners, mos' of the time," Moody replied. Immediately an image of Wormtail flashed through Harry's mind. "And don't you go gettin' ideas about him," he added, seeming to have read Harry's mind.

"You're a legillimens?" Harry asked. Moody nodded.

"And a damn good one too," he said. "Much better than that professor of yours. Oh, and speakin' of him, you remember how I said we couldn't find anyone to do your potions training, right?" Harry's jaw dropped.

"Oh please me tell you're not serious," he said, and he could feel Hermione's apprehension in his mind as he said it.

"Why wouldn't I be serious?" Moody asked. "I thought you made up with him, besides."

"Well, I kinda did," Harry said. "But with Snape, one never knows, do they?" Moody chuckled.

"I s'pose not."

"Well, er...then what will you be training us in today?" Hermione asked.

"Don't be so formal, Granger," Moody growled.

"Er...what are we learning?" she revised.

"A little better, but still needs some work," the old auror said. "Well, you two don't really need any training in dueling, you've both had more experience with that than a lot of the aurors that are on the force today."

"So, what then?" Harry asked. A thin, crooked smile appeared on Moody's face.

"You'll find," he said. "That when you're in the auror business, people don't really trust you much." Harry had a feeling where this was going.

"What does that mean, Professor?" Hermione asked. Moody shot her a glare and she reddened slightly. "So?" she corrected herself.

"Better," her teacher said. "Gotta learn how to speak all different kinds of dialects, if you're gonna be an auror, Granger. Glad to see you pick up on it quick."

"Thanks."

"You were saying, sir?" Harry asked.

"Right," Moody said. "First rule of being an auror: If you're with someone who doesn't trust you, you can be damn sure they're gonna be able to read your mind. From what Dumbledore's told me, you already have some experience in this Potter, and Granger, you've read a couple books on it, so it shouldn't take very long to learn."

"Sir, are you going to train us to be occlumens and legillimens?" Hermione asked. A sadistic smile appeared on Moody's face.

"You are quite correct."

Training was going to be much more unpleasant for Harry than he thought.

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