From Azkaban To Hogwarts

In Cornwall, a small town that would not be marked on a map, Sirius hesitated sitting on the chair of the only hotel in the town.

"Gold coins," he called the newly recruited house elf, "do we need some advice?"

"I think we can try to find it again, Master."

The little elf hesitated, and responded with a less firm tone.

"But what else can we investigate?"

He spread his hands, "We found the haunted village in the legend, but now that village has other residents, they are not willing to cooperate with the investigation, even if we used a little clever means, we didn’t get what we wanted. information."

As Sirius spoke, he leaned back, "No matter how ingenious magic is to find a trace after more than ten years, the new town residents are not willing to cooperate because of the land they have obtained."

"If I could see something earlier, more than ten years have passed, let alone disappearances, even if they are really dead, they will not be able to stop those who need the village's land..."

"I've decided, gold coin, I want to write to Moonface for help!"

Sirius said very firmly, "He is a little better at spotting problems than us. To be honest, if he wasn't teaching, I would even want to get him to do it together!"

If he said nothing, Sirius spread out the letter paper and began to write enthusiastically.

Dear moon face;

How are you doing recently? But there is no big problem in thinking about it. It is impossible for a professor to be confined.

Well, speaking of this, I always think of Professor McGonagall... She is really as strict as always, it seems to make people feel guilty...

To be honest, I recently encountered a little trouble. Everything is fine at the office, and the income is not satisfactory, but the case has not been satisfactory...

…

...

Yours, faithful,

Bigfoot

"It seems to be a little asking for help... but it doesn't matter... we've all seen each other look furry."

Sirius finished writing the letter, muttering to himself, then sealed the letter and began to call his own owl.

"Ah... finally... a good night's sleep."

In the Gryffindor lounge, Fred and George woke up from each other's bed, and then looked at each other.

The regrown hair and eyebrows look quite satisfying, and even give people an urge to burn again, but this is definitely not good. Only students who are in a healthy state can get hair on Madame Pomfrey’s side. Growth treatment in less important places, because many experts who study spells believe that too many spells on the hair and eyebrows may cause them to be unwilling to grow again...

"You two can really sleep..." The roommate who was doing the paper beckoned to the two brothers, "Where is your paper? I have to refer to it. Professor William will put it away for next class."

"did not do."

The two laughed with pride.

"Didn't do it? You are not ***!"

The twins have been pretending to be students for almost a year, and he almost forgot their previous attitude towards homework!

"Sorry, we are relieved, at least this month."

Fred was excited.

"So, next we plan to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. What do you want?"

George added hopingly.

The two laughed loudly, even if they got the answer, they didn't stop, and laughed all the way, until they left the door of the lounge, the laughter was cut off by the portrait of the fat lady.

ps: Sorry...I was really sitting in front of the computer and playing on the phone, and I couldn't write a word...

If it is still like this tomorrow, I will ask for leave to adjust...