From Azkaban To Hogwarts

‘Ivamoni...’

Bertha sat in the cabin, patiently reading the book in front of her-although she thought it was boring, the Dark Lord was forcing her to read the entire history of the school.

"It's too..."

"Read on!"

After walking away a little, there was a urging in his mind.

She could only read those boring words eagerly-it was like a crappy fairy tale, and it was very boring to read.

Ifamoni, or Ilvermoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is located on the top of Graylock Mountain in western Massachusetts. It was founded in the 18th century. The founders were Irish immigrant Isotel Thayer and her chicken husband James ·Stewart...

It sounds beautiful, but the entire history of the school uses a lot of space to demonstrate that the founder Isolt Seyena inherited the noble lineage of the Gunter family, and that the Gunter family is a descendant of Slytherin. It’s been emphasized many times...

This has led to an unusually funny history of the entire school. It seems that there is a Muggle whose name has been changed in the founder, but in fact, he attaches great importance to blood and glory.

It's like this school has repeatedly declared its incomparable openness and freedom, but before the Rappaport law is repealed, even the magic wand forbids students from taking it out of the school.

Such a contradictory story is obviously disgusting, and Bertha feels tired after only a little reading.

She was even wondering that the Dark Lord obviously hated Muggles the most, but after seeing such a book, she could read it patiently.

"Keep reading, Bertha."

Tom continued to give orders—not only did he not get angry when he watched the story, he even wanted to laugh.

The witch who was as stupid as his mother did the right stupidity to her wisdom, betrayed her blood and glory, chose a Muggle, and gave birth to great offspring.

Yes, great offspring.

His stupid mother gave birth to the great him, and that stupid witch left Iphane.

‘So funny, so funny...’

‘Even the Slytherin’s wand is placed there, waiting for me to inherit, then it should belong to my school, from the wand to the school...’

"It's really...so interesting..."

"Master Dark Lord?"

Bertha’s voice interrupted Tom’s imagination, but in the face of her preparing such a gift for him, he decided to temporarily forgive this stupid Death Eater—just as he always forgave Gore graciously Like two idiots Crabbe.

"How are you..."

"I'm very good, better than ever..."

Voldemort made a hoarse voice, his tone full of joy—"You will get the glory you deserve, Bertha."

For the same great brother who is waiting for him, for the magic wand that has been turned into a snake wood and waiting for him for hundreds of years, he even plans to completely change his plan, give up using his miraculous black magic, and choose to use the snake instead. The power of wood is resurrected.

"It should be like this!"

"Yes, it should be like this. When I was young, I opened the secret room of my ancestors, and now I should inherit the wealth of my ancestors—compared to the ultimate goal of Hogwarts, I should first accept the gifts of my ancestors. Yes!"

He believes more than ever that this is his wealth, destined to leave him, just like the half of the prophecy he heard back then.

The secret room brought him loyal Death Eaters, and the wand brought him a great rebirth—he was destined to be as great as his ancestors!

"Speak your demands, Bertha, soon you will get the glory you never imagined in your life."

Voldemort promised generously-he was already impatient to hold the wand and reward his servant.

"That... that... Lord Dark Lord... We..."

Bertha stammered, her tone a little uncertain.

"Speak up, be bold."

Tom encouraged her. He was in a very good mood and decided to get the answer without being seduced.

"Um, we seem to be... on the wrong boat, I... bought the wrong ticket!"

Bertha mustered up the courage to tell this terrible fact.

"Buy the wrong ticket?"

"Yes, the astrology is wrong... I often get lost, and I am particularly sensitive to the astrology in the wild. The current ship... seems to be heading for Australia..."

"Australia?"

"Yes... Australia, should it?"

Bertha is a little uncertain.

"Go to figure it out!"

He suppressed his anger and ordered.

"Yes…"

Bertha ran out in a hurry, and it didn't take long to figure out the facts-yes, she made a mistake, the ferry ticket was to Australia.

"Let the ship go to America!"

"The boat... can't stop..."

This is exactly the same predicament that William encountered not long ago. The ship cannot stop. Unless the people on the ship are dealt with, and the people the ship needs to contact, the problem will be discovered immediately if the course is off track.

"..."

—

"Gesture casting..."

"Interesting, interesting..."

William hid in the warehouse, happily researching the paper-thin materials, and the brand-new magic system appeared in front of him, which really made him reluctant to put down those materials.

Anyway, what he does is neither an appraiser nor a warehouseman, so he is free to work anyway.

The administrators of those places also don’t make trouble for him, and it doesn’t matter if he comes to mix food or not-this kind of research environment is very good, so he has plenty of time to compare the magic system and Hogwar here. Analyze the magic system and think about it.

In the face of these interesting magics, William is full of energy. Although these correspondence courses are not esoteric, there are too many merits. After a short period of research, he can successfully use gestures to perform uncomplicated magic. .

"Probably return to Hogwarts and study for about half a year, then I can officially enter the stage of fusion of magic on both sides... It's really a huge improvement..."

‘But, with that said, next year’s work will be heavier, and the things I have to study outside of class are simply scary...’

William rubbed his forehead-hoping that Lupin's examination papers were almost done, and next year he would have more time to study life-saving spells.

Of course, if he can successfully find the trace of the mysterious person, he hopes that he can kill him before the other party is resurrected.

‘The dream is still necessary, what if it comes true? ’

—

"Look, see!"

Fred stood in the living room with a look on my face and quickly praised my expression.

George stood beside him, showing two transcripts in his hands at the same time, also full of pride.

They have the right to be proud—because that report card did not pass a subject, even if it had an A in divination.

As for self-defense magic learning, there is a heavyweight O.

This kind of achievement made the two brothers overjoyed—they had been abandoned for almost four years, and they had been sufficiently psychologically prepared for each other's achievements. Although they rushed to catch up in the last year, they did not expect to get such a result. Yes, let alone there is an O, which is unprecedented!

Mrs. Weasley circled them around, and then around, turning left and right, the smile on her face didn't hide the meaning at all, and even made Ron a little bit happy.

"Really, when all O's appeared in the family, my mother was not so happy."

Ron smiled with Ginny on the same side and began to spit out, happy, happy, the two brothers' cocky faces were simply unbearable.

You have to believe our expression on their faces and the twins who pretended to hurt their **** yesterday, so the twins who asked Ron you to help us pour a glass of water in the kitchen are completely different people.

"Percy would be jealous if she knew it!"

Ginny bit her ear quietly, "My mother was happy when he passed the exam, but there is no such an expression that resembles winning the grand prize last year."

"Seriously—perhaps she never imagined that the two of them could pass so many exams as much as she had never imagined winning the grand prize."

Ron whispered back.

"Ron!"

George made a loud voice, "It's great today, isn't it? So, how about some grilled sausages?"

"All right."

Ron hesitated, agreed, and ran towards the kitchen—forget it, today is a happy day, just let the two of them chatter...

After being under various surveillance some time ago, the two hapless ones were also relieved.

—

"The results are all sent out."

Professor McGonagall is in his office, moving his arm that has become a little sleepy because of his signature.

Although a little tired, her smile is not compromised.

OWLs test scores and NEWTs test scores are the most objective summary of last year's school year. The former is more concerned by people in the entire magic society because of its universality.

The transcript in her hands looks pleasing to the eye.

Three people who failed the transformation technique, eight people who didn't pass the potion, and 37 people who didn't pass the divination. Six people who failed...

The most terrifying is the last subject, the wizard self-defense magic learning class, and there are no students who fail.

All members passed and there were not a few people who got O. Even the most naughty twin of Gryffindor, who had spent her boss's efforts and energy, also got O in this exam.

Professor Macchiban attached a letter to his transcript to express his congratulations, “I admit that I lost this bet, but this is a happy thing. The relevant test papers will be published in the Daily Prophet soon. I will personally discuss the Merlin Medal to Minister Fudge."