From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Damn, what stupid I did..."

　　 Harry took his suitcase and sat on a low wall, intertwined with fear and anger. Sometimes regrets emerged, but he was quickly dissipated by the unquenched anger.

　　 "She deserves it."

　　 Thinking of the so-called Aunt Petunia again, Harry still confirmed his opinion.

　　 But no matter what happened just now, his own situation is quite embarrassing at the moment.

　　 To be precise, he never thought that one day he would fall into this kind of predicament-nowhere to go, homeless.

　　 Student holidays are not allowed to cast laws, and he has been warned last year. This year’s violation of the law means that he not only loses the right to go to Hogwarts, but also means that he is likely to go to Azkaban.

　　‘Azkaban. ’

　　 Harry shuddered. Since it was revealed that Professor William came out of Azkaban last year, there has been a lot of news about Azkaban among the students.

　　Although many people wrote letters for the professor under the leadership of their senior classmates, this did not affect them talking about the prison together.

　　 A terrifying dementor, a deserted island with no escape route, and Azkaban under layers of mist make a group of students have a lot of fun.

　　 "Azkaban..."

　　 Harry took a breath, "Can't even Professor William avoid Azkaban?"

　　 He tried to prevent himself from recalling the picture of the professor cutting down the head of the basilisk with a spell of magic. If even a professor of that strength can't escape Azkaban, then his escape is just a joke.

　　 "Hedwig is not here, I can't ask Hermione or Ron for help."

　　 Harry tried to do the same as the professor said in the secret room, analyze the problem comprehensively, and then make another fatal blow.

　　 "All I can rely on now is the magic wand in my hand and the magic that I have learned for two years..."

　　 "This is not enough, what else do I have?"

　　 He muttered, trying to find some useful hole cards for himself.

　　What did the professor say in the secret room?

　　Although he deliberately made himself forget that memory, the feeling of finding out everything and breaking the game made Harry subconsciously want to imitate it.

　　 Suddenly, a word floated through Harry's mind.

　　 "But if this prosecution is successful, the warning you got last year will be eliminated, so even if you use magic again in violation of the rules, you will only get the police first—"

　　 is what the professor said!

　　 He said that if the prosecution against Dobby is successful, he will only be warned the next time he casts a spell, rather than dealt with directly!

　　 "That's it, that's it."

　　 Harry almost jumped up, if the professor hadn’t deceived him...

　　No, no, the professor will not lie to me.

　　 Shaking off such thoughts, he began to desperately recall the information related to the professor-he may find anything helpful.

　　 "Right, Hermione!"

　　 "Hermione said that the professor took her to Hogsmeade in a knight bus, and then to Hogwarts."

　　 "I can take the Cavalier bus, and...where does the professor live?"

　　 Harry discovered that he had no idea where he was the third person to ask for help.

　　 "Hagrid said! Hagrid said that he and Professor William would often drink together at the Broken Cauldron during the holidays, and you can find the professor over there!"

　　 Thinking of this, Harry directly stretched out his wand and started to summon the knight bus according to the content of Hermione Science.

　　——

　　 fabricating lies and disguising his identity, Ha used the pre-prepared rhetoric and successfully arrived at Diagon Alley with the help of the Knight Bus.

　　 However, when he got off the knight bus cautiously, he put his hands on his shoulders.

　　 "You are here, Harry."

　　 strange voice, familiar name.

　　 Harry, who had prepared for a long time, drew out his wand almost instantly, "Except your weapon!"

　　 The wand almost flew up, and the man who was hit by the curse and slapped Harry on the shoulder was hit by the curse, and the whole person staggered back a few steps before he stood firm.

　　 But Harry didn't make any plans for the future. He glanced back, and then he was taken aback.

　　 Although it was still summer, Harry felt that he had been soaked in ice water.

　　 He is really unfamiliar with the voice, but he knows this face—whether it is the visit of the owner of this face at Hogwarts or the daily photos in the newspaper, it clearly shows the identity of the person who came.

　　 Connelly Fudge.

　　 To be precise, the current Minister of Magic, his biggest rival, Malfoy, likes to brag about—my dad has dinner with the Minister of Magic again...

　　 Although Harry is not sensitive to politics or anything, he still subconsciously feels that he is bad.

　　 Attacked the Minister of Magic...

　　 "Nice disarming spell, Harry."

　　 The Minister of Magic who was hit was not only not angry, but after a little bit of a daze, he smiled happily.

　　 Everything that happened next made Harry feel very magical.

　　 The Minister of Magic seemed to not care about a student casting spells outside of the school. He enthusiastically led him into the Broken Cauldron Bar, and enthusiastically led him to the box of the Broken Cauldron Bar, and enthusiastically asked the bar owner Old Tom to prepare food and drinks.

　　 "I'm not afraid you know, Harry, you made us panic. Running out of your aunt and uncle's house like this! I thought...but you are fine. This is what matters."

　　 The Minister of Magic explained to him with a smile while eating ordinary pancakes.

　　 "Eat, Harry, you don't look very good, now we can happily talk about how we solved Miss Maggie's unfortunate blowup."

　　 The Minister of Magic smiled at Harry from the edge of his teacup, like an uncle watching his beloved nephew.

　　 Every conversation made Harry feel very magical, but the end result was-there was no problem.

The Ministry of Magic took action and smoothed everything out-whether it's hurt or memory~www.readwn.com~ Well, Harry, it's getting late, you should go to bed," At the end of the pleasant conversation Fudge said to Harry patiently, "Next, open a small room here, spend the rest of your vacation, everything will be fine, and you can still go home next summer. "

　　 "What about my punishment..."

　　 Although he knew he shouldn't ask, Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, dear boy, we will not punish you for such a trivial matter!" Fudge replied exaggeratedly, "That was an accident! We will not send people to Azkaban just to blow people up. !"

"As for that disarming curse, um," Fudge smiled, "It's great. I look forward to you becoming an Auror in the Ministry of Magic after graduation. Seriously, your black magic-oh, now a professor of self-defense magic really Great, he tapped your talent. That's also a little joke, we don't care, do we?"

　　Although this disarming curse was attributed to Professor Lockhart, Harry didn't talk too much.

　　Although everything was strange, the result was better than he thought--just that something strange was always there.

　　Why would a big man like Fudge get involved in his use of magic?

　　In the distance, Fudge's voice came again, "Professor William lives here too? Great, I think we need to have a conversation..."

　　Ps: Yesterday I was blindly confident, I was wrong... I should sleep after twelve o'clock...