Meanwhile, in Azkaban Prison, located on an isolated island in the North Sea.

Sirius Black was forcefully pushed into a huge cell by two Aurors. He wore heavy shackles, feeling frustrated and defeated.

Six Dementors inside the cell confronted him, the terrifying creatures known for sucking out happiness and leaving despair in their wake.

“Sirius, it’s all because of you that the Ministry of Magic has been so occupied lately. The Minister personally ordered us to have six Dementors keep a close eye on you and ensure you don’t escape!”

One of the famous Aurors remarked before closing the iron door and leaving the particular cell explicitly built for Sirius.

Even the Aurors preferred not to spend more time than necessary in the presence of Dementors.

Sirius resigned to his fate, lay silently on the ground, seemingly accepting the impending attack from the Dementors.

His wand had been confiscated, and the enchanted shackles he wore rendered him unable to transform into his Animagus form and escape Azkaban as he had done before.

To his surprise, however, the Dementors did not immediately attack him. After a while, Sirius sat up, puzzled by their unusual behavior.

“What’s going on here? Are they playing some kind of game? I’ve never seen Dementors behave like this before!”

One of the six Dementors was being collectively attacked by the other five, and surprisingly, the five Dementors were not affected by the single Dementor’s attempts to harm them.

It seemed as if they had no intention of attacking Sirius himself.

Unbeknownst to Sirius, the Ministry of Magic had transferred nearly all the Dementors from Azkaban to pursue him, leaving only a few to cooperate with the Aurors in guarding the remaining prisoners.

Among the Dementors now guarding Sirius, only six were under contract with Jerry, while the rest were not.

Through his contract with the Dementors, Jerry had ordered them to keep Sirius safe.

A month later, after Sirius had been captured.

Jerry set aside a book about Time Tuners in the library and looked at Hermione, who appeared exhausted.

“Why don’t you use the Time Turner to set aside specific hours for rest? Otherwise, your body won’t be able to handle it,” Jerry suggested, noticing Hermione’s fatigued appearance.

“I tried, but for some reason, I always feel like my mind and body can’t fully recover. Maybe it’s better to take a break from using the Time Turner after next week’s vacation and no classes,” Hermione replied, putting down her quill and rubbing her tired eyes.

“Could it be due to jet lag?” Jerry pondered, considering the effects of disrupting the body’s natural rhythm.

While the Time Turner had no limit on usage, it did have a maximum time limit of five hours.

This meant that even if Hermione used the Time Turner to schedule periods of rest when she felt tired, her body wouldn’t fully recover due to physical reasons.

The human body is accustomed to working during the day and resting at night, so disrupting this pattern can lead to a sense of fatigue.

Additionally, Jerry had to consider the complications of simultaneously meeting multiple versions of himself and the risk of others discovering his time-manipulation abilities.

With over ten courses and a significant amount of homework, managing his time effectively was becoming a challenge.

Furthermore, Hermione’s situation was also influenced by her menstrual cycle, which could contribute to her current condition.

Jerry, being different due to the “Meditation,” only needed to meditate for a certain amount of time each day to restore his body and mind fully, so he didn’t face the same issues as Hermione.

“Hermione, come with me. I might be able to help you with this,” Jerry offered, placing the book back on the shelf and guiding Hermione out of the library.

As they left, a group of young witches in the library expressed their disappointment.

Since the Daily Prophet had published the news of Jerry’s capture of Sirius and his creation of new flight magic, Jerry had become an idol for almost all the young wizards at Hogwarts.

His reputation had surpassed many more renowned wizards, and there were rumors that the Merlin Order planned to award him the Merlin 3rd Class Medal—an unprecedented achievement for a student.

“Jerry, what are you doing? Isn’t it too early for us to be doing this?” Hermione blushed and muttered with her head lowered as they entered an abandoned classroom on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Jerry cast a locking spell on the door and activated an Imperturbable charm. He turned to Hermione, a puzzled expression on his face.

“Hermione, I didn’t catch what you just said. What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing, it’s nothing,” Hermione stammered, waving her hand hastily, her face growing redder.

Jerry couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He had brought Hermione here, locked the door, and cast the Imperturbable charm not for inappropriate reasons but because Hermione had been overloading herself with the Time Turner, causing strain on her body.

He intended to teach her “Meditation” to help her recover.

Wizards, having wizard blood in their veins, had the potential to develop and obtain longevity through Meditation.

Hermione, being a witch, had the same potential.

“Hermione, listen carefully. I will teach you an essential magic that can help you quickly recover your body and mind and enhance your magical power.

But you have to promise me that you won’t teach this magic to anyone without my consent. Can you do that?”

Jerry said, placing his hands on Hermione’s shoulders and speaking earnestly.

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Published On: July 25, 2023

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