From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Harry is silly again."

In the lounge, Ron complained to the two brothers—Hermione couldn't find anyone every day, and Harry became like this again. Although he was disgusted in his heart, he could only talk to his brother.

In the direction his finger was pointing, Harry was smiling stupidly over there, looking like he had been cursed or overdose of potions.

"How long has he been experiencing symptoms like this, Ron?"

Fred raised his head with difficulty from his homework and raised a little interest—they were similar to Ron, and after the make-up incident, they couldn't find anyone to talk about.

Even Lee Jordan, who has been standing firmly next to them, is not going to be because he has just been detained for a month...

Therefore, although they also disliked Ron, the three redheads still gathered together.

"For several days..." Ron rolled his eyes. Although he had forgiven Harry, the incident was not so easy to uncover.

"Are you really sure he didn't have any curse?"

"I'm sure, he goes to Lupin every day when he has time, and spends his free time..."

Ron was halfway through, and he shut up subconsciously, but it was still too late.

His two brothers, Fred and George, suddenly changed their faces after hearing this word, and then retched desperately toward the ground. After a long time, the two men returned to normal.

"How many times have we said it, don't say that word..."

The two straightened up and looked at their brother with a grimace.

"Can't solve it?"

"It will be lifted after a month...Theoretically, this is the case..."

Fred said uncertainly.

"So why do you curse yourself!"

"You don't understand, Ron," George pretended to be cool. "This is the responsibility of an adult wizard. It's like experimenting with ourselves first. This is what we should undertake..."

"And the effect is great. After using this curse, Quidditch's training can at least go on normally!" Fred added, "Relax, Ron, it's a trivial matter."

‘Curses are trivial, and the unbreakable vows used before are trivial...Are there any major events in your eyes? ’

Ron didn't know what to say for a moment, and silently began to finish his homework.

Harry on the other side didn't even notice the discussion that took place here, and his mind was all on the trip to the school hospital tonight.

Professor Lu Ping, the guard, would not care about him unless he stayed in it for too long, and he would go in every day to share the story of his school today, and talk about the past, and he would find that he had been inadvertently for two hours. Passed.

"What do you want to bring tonight? Why hasn't the market in Hogsmog opened yet?..."

Countless questions surfaced, and just as he was about to think, Ron's voice suddenly woke him up.

"Harry? It's time for our class, potions class...you have to be careful, Snape is not in a good mood!"

"Oh, ok...I mean, I get it."

Harry didn’t even figure out what he said for a while, until he picked up the textbook, he realized that he hadn’t read a single page of the book.

'Ruined…'

Such thoughts surfaced, but... it doesn't seem to be terrible.

"Come on, Ron, by the way, have you seen Hermione?"

"God knows, she hasn't been there all day..." Ron complained angrily-because Peter was arrested, he has been taunted several times, and it hasn't passed yet!

Speaking of this, he felt a little uncomfortable again.

The scaly who slept on him all day turned into... a man... or a middle-aged wretched criminal...

"The fairy tales are all lie, and the fairy tales my mother tells are all lie..."

—

"**! Why are there more and more black skins!"

In Azkaban, the prisoner glanced outside the prisoner's window and came back cursingly.

"Need to ask? The idiot Sirius was caught!"

Another prisoner responded casually.

This is the reality here. Everyone has already forgotten what they had prayed for. They hadn’t even seen Sirius before, so what if they scolded him?

"Here is a newcomer, he is a short man!"

The other prisoner who was observing over there reported it.

"Come, come, open, open, which cell?"

The prisoners suddenly became lively and opened the gambling game with great interest.

"Don't worry, there are a lot of hitters, it looks like a big man, but it's certain to be locked up."

"It can't be inside anyway, it's all sent in by dementors...wait, are they walking inside?"

The prisoner in charge of the announcement occupies a favorable position, watching and talking to the prisoner inside.

"It's strange, there are so many black skins, how come the striker has begun to escort?"

All of a sudden, a group of prisoners found a new point of discussion and talked in full swing.

—

"Go in you."

The striker in charge of the **** kicked Peter into the cell, and then laughed with the surrounding escorts.

This time their strikers showed their faces-although the guy named Lupin didn't know which part it was, he did what the Auror didn't do. That's good.

Although everyone admires the Auror, it is worth celebrating.

"Remove the magic, let him say a few words, it's all in Azkaban, won't I still be innocent of turning over and over again?"

The batter next to him suggested, but he didn't think it could be reversed.

Hogwarts and magic at the same time believe that a person commits a crime is rare in the entire history of magic...not to mention that the kid inside has a clear charge, even if it doesn't, Azkaban can let him sit through.

After one day of transfer, one day of simple interrogation, and almost no procedures, the wizard named Peter was sent in—though the dementors were not satisfied.

‘But, who cares about those black skins? ’

‘Deserving to be an old treacherous liar, just like him, he is actually Animagus... In order to prevent him from breaking out of prison again, Dumbledore has shot him to impose a permanent anti-transformation curse on him...’

He looked at the seemingly timid guy in front of him, and thought of the one who had been locked up here earlier.

The evil taste suddenly emerged, and he had no desire to control it at all.

"Dwarf, right? Let me tell you the good news. Don't say we're sorry. This is a big deal. The Sirius you framed used to live here." He looked at Peter inexplicably. A sense of justice emerges spontaneously.

"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. He has been here for twelve years. Don't worry, you will never be less than him!"

"Hahaha…"

The surrounding batters laughed happily, UU reading www. uukanshu.com "That's it, don't worry, we will tell the brothers on shift to take good care of you, and we will definitely let you sit for twelve years!"

"Don't worry, you will never starve to death or freeze to death in advance!"

"If the dementors come more often, I will pay the chocolate money!"

"I also contracted one item, and promised to let him live until that day, something is absolutely necessary!"

It was so happy to laugh at the blow hand, and even attracted a dementor.

"Well, the prisoner in it belongs to you, but this, today's new class must be taken care of. If you are injured or sick, you will notify us as soon as possible," the blower communicated with a grin, "Don't be greedy and kill him. Now, the Minister of Magic will come but..."

"cough…"

The coughing around interrupted his speech-although the Minister of Magic will definitely change, it is not good to be so blunt.

"Take care of him!"

The batter's team leader hurriedly dropped these words, and then left directly.