From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Finally... it's over."

Next to the carriage shed, a group of professors headed by Dumbledore waved goodbye to the examiner group—yes, Professor McGonagall once again caught the principal and brought him over as a mascot.

The OWLs exam and NEWTs exam lasted for more than two weeks and finally came to an end today.

The carriage pulled by Ye Qi took away the examiner and the stacks of papers that were blocked by magic. They will be repeatedly reviewed by many people in the next month, and then the results will be counted by the examination bureau and sent to the examinees with an owl. Hands.

Even if the seventh grade exam is given priority to scoring, the cumbersome and confidential process still cannot allow them to get their grades before the summer school vacation.

This also means that starting from today, the seventh grade can be regarded as an official graduation-they are so short of a formal graduation ceremony from leaving here.

However, no one has the energy to sorrow the spring and fall. The exams in the past two weeks have tossed the fifth and seventh grade students, and at the same time the professors have been tossed enough-both exams are cheating and they will be expelled. Zhong is directly sent to Azkaban, even if the professor repeatedly asks, occasionally such an idiot will appear.

Fortunately, this year has been a peaceful year, and no cheating students have appeared. This alone is enough for the professor to call out Merlin blessing.

It is not a happy thing to expel one's own students or even get Azkaban by hand, no matter which professor is the case.

"Very worthy of a happy day,"

Dumbledore looked at the carriages disappearing into the air and turned his head happily, "I think, those students are probably starving, but also worried, we should go to the auditorium and celebrate."

Worried about it...

William couldn't control the corners of his mouth a bit-what he was worried about now was not what the students were worried about, but whether the group of fifth graders would demolish the castle during this time!

In addition to the seventh grade students fanning the flames, what will happen is simply unimaginable-the only good news is that students in other grades have to prepare for the final exams, and there is no time to go crazy with them. Otherwise, the students in confinement will be worse There are too many classmates in class!

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"No... why still not?"

Sirius was stunned by the road, holding his wand in his hand, but his face was filled with doubts he had never had before.

To be cautious, he waited until the people in the village dig for a long time, and after confirming that there would be no doubts about the land being digged out, he decisively took action at night.

The land without any protective spells is a huge piece of plasticine under the power of magic. He opened the land with ease, trying to expose the buried things, and with the Apparition, he was able to do so in a very short time. Rummaging through all the land he thought might be buried in the bones.

but.

Nothing is nothing—iron nails, broken boots, plastic packaging, landfilled garbage, and occasionally the bones of people who may have died. Everything has appeared, but there is no huge amount enough to prove the disappearance of a village. Bones...

"This is impossible!"

He stood there, muttering to himself, his face completely confused.

His guess was wrong from the beginning-those people were really missing, not hiding in the corner of this land after being killed!

"Why... missing?"

Sirius looked at the gold coin, and the gold coin looked at him. One person and one spirit fell into confusion at the same time.

After a long time, Sirius finally came back to his senses and dealt with the traces of the last piece of land being turned over. Then he left with the gold coins and returned to their rented house in the next town.

"Welcome back, Mr. Black."

Dobby salutes, "What supper do I need to prepare?"

"Just make a little bread."

Sirius asked, and then sat down and began to contemplate the question of where the missing people had gone.

"Where do you think they will be, gold coins?"

"Some corner, master." The gold coin was still a little uneasy sitting on the chair. "When William told the story, he said that someone would do business in Azkaban, and no one would do business to send Kanon."

"so?"

"So I don't think there should be a wizard who spends great effort to disappear a group of Muggles without asking for anything in return, even if it is a slaughter, they would not be so careful to take the corpse to another place, maybe..."

Gold coin hesitated and did not continue.

But Sirius immediately understood that Muggles are also the material in some dark magic that will not spread.

The famous black magic props, Glory Hand, is one of the typical cases.

Kidnapping and taking a group of Muggles without taking their belongings was not because the people who took them were not greedy, but, in his opinion, maybe the Muggles from which village was the property he wanted to plunder.

Thanks to the blessing of a certain Hogwarts current professor, Sirius was very careful in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class that year, and he had a solid foundation.

The typical black magic product appeared in his mind for an instant-the corpse dominated by Voldemort that he personally fought, the corpse.

"The corpse?"

"It should be, Master."

"But why was it selected in such a remote place and such a desolate village?"

Sirius became even more puzzled. The corpse can't apparate. What's the use of a whole village's corpse created in such a remote place?

The corpses are created for battle. The remoteness of this wilderness creates a lot of corpses and wastes that can’t go far. It’s not much different. There are no roads to build tourist attractions in the deep mountains and old forests. Who will repair?

"There is something strange!"

Sirius and Gold Coin thought of this question at the same time.

"I'll get a map!"

The gold coin almost didn't suppress its own voice, it just apparated and left, leaving Sirius with a chair that was still shaking.

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"It's great that the castle has not been demolished."

William followed the professors to the gate of the castle and looked at the safe and sound castle, relieved.

The end of the OWLs exam means that most of the work of this school year is completed, and the rest is to organize the final exams for other grades and hold the graduation ceremony for the seventh grade.

"I'm going to send away another group of students," Adams sighed, and his tone changed to joy, "Summer vacation is coming soon!"

The many sentimental professors led by him immediately became happy and sent away two waves of the most important candidates. Isn't it the summer vacation coming next?

"Ahem."

Professor McGonagall coughed and quelled a group of prosperous professors-the seventh grade hasn't left yet, so what are you happy to do?

However, although everyone no longer talks loudly about summer vacation issues, private discussions are still indispensable.

"William, where do you go in the summer?"

"I will not go anywhere, I plan to concentrate on researching for a while."

William responded in a low voice, "I seem to have found something special, so I'm going to tidy it up during the summer vacation."

For some special reasons, he plans to disappear for a while this summer, and he will also warn Lupin to hide for a summer vacation.

He knew what the professor was replaced was too clear. If he didn’t know the exact time, he even planned to take Dumbledore and lie in ambush at the Auror’s house. It’s a pity not to mention Dumbledore, even if he did not know the exact time. There is not so much free time.

Without Dumbledore, didn't he go to give the head away by himself? So I can only wrong my colleague next year-after all, it is almost impossible to kill the original owner by mixing in the compound decoction-after a period of time out of the body, the hair and other things will not take effect.

"It's a shame, I'm planning to invite you to go to Egypt for a holiday together--" Adams, who didn't know why, shook his head, "Then I can only go with Singid."

"Yes, waiting for the Christmas holidays, I have a great arrangement."

"Okay, it's settled."

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"The map is here, master!"

Gold coins unfold a huge map. This huge topographic map obtained from Muggle society didn’t even cost a few pounds. The local area has made various attempts to develop tourism, and even tried to provide summer vacations for some social groups. Low-cost travel business, but with little success.

The two unprofessionals almost put their heads on the map, using immature theories to start looking for a place where a large number of corpses might be hidden to guard secrets.

Well, this mountain top is fine.

That sea area is also good.

This river—it seems very possible.

How do you look like the abandoned factory over there!

When Dobby came with a huge basket filled with a bunch of food such as roast chicken, smoked sausage, fresh white bread, Sirius and gold coins had already drawn a lot of circles on the map.

It's like a novice playing minesweeper, there are danger signs everywhere.

"Simple meals are ready, I have prepared a bottle of white wine, do I need to open it now?"

"Wait a minute, Dobby."

Sirius lay on the map and drew another circle.

When he and Jin Coin started to eat because they were hungry, the two people discovered something wrong-the map was almost full. How long did it take to look for each one?

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"...Before the summer vacation, we will continue to open Hogsmeade Village for fifth-grade students, but Mr. Filch wants me to remind everyone that if you come back with alcohol, he will directly arrest them and put them in confinement. "

Dumbledore’s speech made William understand once again that the school has a deep understanding of the level of activity in this fifth grade-or that the dean of Gryffindor knows more about his students, but the actual meaning is similar.

The fifth grade, exhausted by the exams, began to cheer frantically. Their original cat was wiped out, and the Weasley brothers even whistled directly-you know, Professor McGonagall is still there!

"In addition, I need to remind everyone that Hogsmeade is only open to fifth and seventh grades, and I hope students of the rest of the year need to keep this in mind."

William noticed that Dumbledore's gaze drifted towards Gryffindor, and then took it back with a puzzled look.

"Well, let's start our banquet!"

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"He is joking!"

In the office of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge looked at the letter in front of him, feeling that the sky had lost its color.

Now he is like seeing a cockroach in the last bite of the soup, wishing to vomit out his stomach.

That Professor Lupin, the ‘former hitter’ Lupin who was praised many times in the newspapers and belonged to us, was actually a werewolf!

According to a series of reports in the Daily Prophet, it was his wise minister who sent Lupin to protect Harry in order to capture Sirius, who had not been eluted. It was also under the leadership of his minister of magic. Only then did Lu Ping find out the truth and uncovered this unsettled case for more than ten years.

All this is pretty good. The people no longer complain that the minister who took office in the peaceful era has no courage and does not do practical things, nor is he clamoring that Sirius escaped from prison because of the lack of power of the Ministry of Magic.

But the premise of all this is that it was not a werewolf he sent over...

The Ministry of Magic sent a werewolf into Hogwarts to be a professor—the parents would tear him apart!

He even wanted to curse Dumbledore-who is not good for you to hire, hire a werewolf as a professor!

But after hesitating, he gave up cursing Dumbledore. Compared with letting Sirius run away, sending a werewolf is not a big deal at all. The former is a direct questioning of the Ministry’s ability, the latter is because Suspicion from the werewolf.

If Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic recognize the reliability of the werewolf professor together, then the public's doubts will be greatly suppressed-and Dumbledore is also happy to use his credit to endorse the werewolf.

Then, the problem is not a problem, although he does not like werewolves, and even plans to pass the werewolf bill proposed by Umbridge.

But what does that matter?

It would be fine if the bill that was not introduced was cancelled. Dumbledore was willing to support the werewolf. He and Dumbledore supported the werewolf together. He just used the so-called wolf poison potion. After drinking it, Professor Lupin would become incapable. Hurt.

Thinking of this, he began to calm down and called the secretary.

"Call Dolores for me, I have something to talk about with her."

"Yes, Minister."

Although this is a bit disrespectful to a deputy minister of magic, neither Fudge nor the secretary felt anything wrong. The deputy minister was a deputy minister not because of her superior ability, but because she was obedient enough. , Can fulfill the minister's request without compromising and by unscrupulous means.

Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge was quickly called over, and she greeted Fudge with her usual shrill voice like a little girl.

"Good afternoon~www.readwn.com~Dolores."

Fudge stood up, smiling kindly, "Please sit down."

"Remember your draft law on werewolves?"

"Yes, Minister."

"Stop it and make a draft that is more lenient than the current law."

Fudge said this almost joking remark in a serious tone, but Umbridge, who was sitting opposite, did not hesitate at all, as if she did not make the harsh and time-consuming laws.

"To what level do I need to make concessions?"

"It seems to be more peaceful. By the way, we should do a good job of communicating with the Daily Prophet. We need to let people slowly accept the fact that our striker Lupin is a werewolf in the next period of time."

"Yes, Minister."