From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The inefficiency of the Ministry of Magic is recognized, but William managed to get the notice and identification letter on Sunday morning.

But the excuse was not Dumbledore’s joking visit to prison, but—‘the Ministry of Magic found an important clue to Sirius’ escape, so professionals were called in from Hogwarts. ’

The title of a professional is really a bit scary, which caused William to be a little bit unbelievable when he received the letter.

But after a while, he also figured it out. There are only two professors in the course of self-defense in the magical world in the UK. He is still the oldest one. If you are shameless, you should be an expert. Anyway, he is a professional counterpart, not a brickman...

But being able to get things done in such a short period of time shows that the pressure on the Ministry of Magic is indeed high enough-the escaped Sirius is not caught for a day, the more the Fudge government will be attacked.

"So you are going to Azkaban today?"

When William received the official document from the Ministry of Magic, Adams happened to be right beside him-there is no need to keep this kind of thing secret, especially after seeing the excuse, you can hardly think about what news the Ministry of Magic will make in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. Come.

"Yes, first go to the Ministry of Magic to register, and then go to Azkaban through the one-way passage of the Ministry of Magic—it’s too slow in other ways. There is almost no contact with the outside world, so the Ministry of Magic has one-way flight. Road network connection."

"I remember the Floo network can be cracked, and the Ministry of Magic goes straight to Azkaban. Are you afraid of something wrong?"

Adams's focus was very strange-but before William could answer, Hinged, who was a little sleepy next to him, answered the question.

"Guess the connected fireplace is the Auror office or the Batter's office?"

"You are always so boring, Singid!"

Adams replied disgustingly, and then turned his head to William.

"But, having said that, William, how long are you going to go this time? Did you tell Professor Lupin to substitute?"

"..."

William looked at Adams speechlessly-is Azkaban some kind of holiday destination? He went to see if he could find some useful clues from the locked up Death Eaters, without the need for time to grind, whether success is success or not, can it be influenced by love...

In William's helpless eyes, Sinjid on one side smiled from ear to ear, and all the cards in his hand fell on the table.

"Okay..." Adams finally realized that something was wrong with him and gave up the struggle. "I made a mistake-you laugh..."

William couldn't help it now.

"Hahahaha..."

—

"Candies, small pocket books, canned food, alcohol, tobacco..."

William carefully checked the things he bought and hid those pocket books-the rest of the things were discovered, only the books weren't.

"The stuff is almost there, and that's all they need-I don't dare to buy things related to jailbreak. Of course, they probably don't have the guts."

Scattered things cost him a lot of Garon, but compared to the outrageous prices of prisons, these things are already cheap.

‘Next, I’ll go directly to the Ministry of Magic, and then go to Azkaban...I guess I’ve rarely entered through the Ministry of Magic channel among the people who have stayed in Azkaban...’

While calculating his schedule, William walked towards the theoretical position of the Ministry of Magic.

‘The letter says that there will be a dedicated person to pick me up-right at the entrance of the street...’

He started looking for the so-called receptionist. It was not difficult. Although the Ministry of Magic employee tried hard to pretend to look like a Muggle, his clothes were still too weird, especially the magic wand—if he was in William’s class. At this moment there is already an academy about to lose points.

"Hello, is the receptionist at the Ministry of Magic?"

William walked near him and asked politely.

"Ah~," the young wizard who looked twenty-three or four panicked suddenly, "Sorry, sorry, I'm lost—you are Professor William's assistant student, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Huh? What, sorry, professor, I really... I'm sorry, professor."

"You are younger and more promising than I thought. Ms. Macchiban has praised you many times..."

"I'm not from the Examinations Administration, but our office is very close."

"Yes, yes, I'm Hufflepuff. The reception work is usually done by my Gryffindor colleague, but on Friday, there was a problem with his own euphoria, and he had to go to the hospital for an examination."

"Here, Professor—we have to register for a while, and then I will follow you to handle everything."

"Well, yes, I am responsible for the whole process. I originally thought that I didn't have a good communication with you, and I was going to talk to the student assistant, but I didn't expect you to be so young."

"It's a bit uncomfortable. This system is very old, but it's too difficult to replace."

"Here is..."

"Well, yes, there is... Look at that statue."

"Donated medical care, yes, it will be recycled regularly, and then donated, professor, generally Sicco is enough, ten gallons is too much."

"Well, yes, we only have very few people on duty on weekends, so the number of personnel is relatively small. It would be nice if we can maintain normal work.

"..."

"Of course not, but you have made history-this is where the batter's office is here."

Chatting all the way, the students in charge of the reception took William to the batter's office, and after repeated verifications, they came to the fireplace.

"It can't be done, the verification will be strict here, but the Auror office is actually..."

"Yes, of course you know... there is a little disagreement, but of course you can't talk to the outside world. Of course, you know it doesn't matter. This is originally an open secret."

"I'm going to fire up, Professor, the Floo fans here are custom-made, which is slightly different from the others. After all, the journey is far away-but the stability is much better than ordinary Floo fans."

—

When William poked his head out of the fireplace, Azkaban's unique air mixed with the smell of the sea breeze, the nausea of ​​the dementor, the breath of life brought by the prisoner, and so on, directly attacked him.

‘It’s here, the air elsewhere is not so disgusting...’

His body instantly recognized the smell, but he didn't dislike it too much.

"Is it a member of the Ministry of Magic? Identity certificate!"

The batter hurried over and the wand pointed at them—but in that posture, William seriously suspected that he would pull out his wand and attack him again, as the opponent had just finished the first attack.

"The blower is too watery..."

This is not because he looks down on the opponent too much, but—the level of self-defense education at Hogwarts in these years is really bad. More than ninety percent of the wizards in the UK graduated from Hogwarts, and these strikers are no exception.

‘The quality of the Auror is estimated to have declined...’

Just when he was not very friendly guessing, the batter had already completed the inspection work.

"Yes, we have taken over Azkaban from the Dementors this morning, and they have now returned to their camps to rest. All the prisoners are in a stable mood and are very suitable for investigation."

During the narration, he glanced at William curiously, but he didn't say anything—since Minister of Magic Fudge gave an order that an expert will come today, let alone a young wizard, even if it’s a humming giant. Weird, he will definitely agree that it is an expert.

William had met before taking over the prison. Even Azkaban prisoners couldn’t keep people there all day long. They didn’t eat or drink, and they couldn’t keep up with hygiene and ventilation. Here you can. It was renamed Azkaban Concentration Camp.

'Actually, if the batter doesn’t take over Azkaban, I’m really looking forward to visiting Azkaban under the patron saint — I think those dementors must have very faces good looking. ’

Such a thought is so wonderful that William even ignored the basic thing that the Dementor had no face to look at.

But even if he couldn't scare the dementors, the Patronus curse still had to be used-he was wearing the name of Hogwarts, and it was very embarrassing to act like a pig and eat a tiger.

It is said that an expert is an expert. As the top self-defense magic, the patron saint has extremely powerful persuasive power. Although the dementor is not there, a slightly knowledgeable wizard will understand that the so-called expert is not a mere name.

"Well, thank you for your hard work," William nodded towards the batter, then without drawing his wand, he stretched out his left hand and tapped lightly in the void.

The air was spotted with ripples like the surface of water. Within the silver ripples, a small hummingbird condensed, flew around William's hand, and lightly pecked at the pointed finger. , Then, fell directly on William's shoulder.

"Necessary precautions. If you are too impetuous, we may miss some important things. The breath left by the dementor is not that simple."