From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The Great Trial more than ten years ago had too much influence on the magic world, even ordinary wizards can still remember it, let alone an orderly inherited team of strikers.

Lucius Malfoy, a die-hard Death Eater, doesn't know how many lives are in his hands, and many of the hitters and Aurors are in the hands of unidentified Death Eaters. Everyone still keeps those blood feuds in mind.

Don't look at Lucius being now a guest of the Minister of Magic, but secretly, not everyone is pleasing to his eyes.

The crazy-eyed guys who were extremely influential among the Aurors and the Aurors felt that they had gotten out of themselves with dazzling words-the same idea was popular among the Aurors and the Aurors.

Soon, the sleeping curse was released, and Malfoy opened his eyes with a confused look, and slowly got up under the gaze of a group of Aurors.

"here…"

Before he finished speaking, a magic wand reached directly in front of him.

"Is it your magic wand?"

"Yes--"

Before the voice fell, the rope had bound him firmly.

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"How many people have children? Is there a wizard from Hufflepuff?"

A long way away, the wizard in charge of registration skillfully asked the newcomer.

"After a little registration, you can grill it. Although our food is not so abundant, the hot soup is still guaranteed!"

But what he didn't expect was that the people who came this time didn't look like the people who came before, but walked towards him with great strides and extended a hand to him very enthusiastically.

"Hey-man, this is not right, you have to show your identity first!"

He grabbed the wand at the same time with a few wizards around him who helped, and decided that the other side would directly use the magic for warning when they got closer.

However, when the person's face was clearly seen, everyone gave up the idea just now.

"Ah, Minister!"

As one of the protagonists who have been observed by telescopes for a long time, the face of the Minister of Magic is at least quite recognizable today.

Before he finished his words, the Minister of Magic had already smiled, and firmly held his hand, patted his shoulder in fear, "You have worked hard!"

Then came the next one. Fudge looked kind and had a friendly tone. He shook hands with the wizards who helped guard under the school badge one by one, and praised them for their spontaneous hope of protecting the future of the wizarding world.

It was not until the crowd was soothed that Fudge allowed the accompanying striker to take over the job of the registration guard, while talking to the helping wizards about the hatred of the masked ones, and said that the Auror and the striker would catch them quickly. Those people, while chatting with them about the situation in the temporary camp here.

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"The minister is here?"

William sat in the most central position closest to the temporary camp, listening to the report of the sixth grade reserve students who trot over all the way.

Most of these children who were underage but were approved by William in advance to use magic wands to protect the camp are the most active group of all-they are not old enough to use magic wands in the summer, and they are more excited than everyone after being authorized. Active, walking with wind.

"I'm here now--it's simply..."

The students are a little angry and a little proud-guarding the people is what the Ministry of Magic should do, but it will fall on them!

Although they did a good job and were happy to be authorized by the wand, it did not affect their desire to speak ill of the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay, Cowper," William calmed down his students. "We should even point our finger at the masked guys. They caused the accident. As for the Ministry of Magic, in the middle of the night like this, they can organize the manpower. Come, and the Minister personally came to protect the students, this is already a very good thing."

"Then when are we going to catch those masked guys, Professor?"

"Ah, I'm afraid I won't have time tonight. We have more important tasks. After all, there are so many children who are not in school and students in lower grades who need us to guard."

"Yes, Professor."

Cowper nodded, "After all, hand it over to the people at the Ministry of Magic, we don't worry..."

"The minister seems to be here-I'm on duty first, professor!"

Before William could correct his opinion, the child ran out violently, holding the wand conspicuously in his hand along the way, full of fighting consciousness.

William is not good to call him. Fudge is still there. If the kid makes any comments, the meeting will be embarrassing and unable to continue...

It is a good thing for Fudge to come over—William has to report the matter of collectively granting the students the right to cast spells, but if the Minister of Magic agrees, there will be no need to go through so many troublesome procedures.

Don't look at their rescue efforts, but they actually collected a pile of owner-owned tents and owner-owned food-the mess of this matter is really hard to clean up unless the Ministry of Magic comes.

In addition, most wizards still believe in the Ministry of Magic. William can be stretched out and even mobilize the students to help the camp not become a mess. Just looking at the children who work, most wizards will not be relieved.

And the most important point is that the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have been cooperating very happily. Fudge’s visits and other things that are good for both parties, let alone the fact that the funds allocated each year are never discounted. It's worth letting Fudge take over the camp.

Besides, by comparison, Fudge is already fast enough here. A bunch of people came from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, and the minister also made a big joke. As a result, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic did not come here to appease the Bulgarian people. Ah-you know, this temporary camp is not only for British wizards.

Contradictions fall into contradictions, black spots fall into black spots, and those who deserve to be praised still have to be praised.

Fudge came, and he happened to hand over the command of the camp early, so that it was convenient for Lupin and the others to find the masked guys to settle the accounts-dare you to take someone to stop him, right? Pretend to be a Death Eater, right? A group of people cover their faces and think they can't catch you?

Therefore, when Fudge tentatively inquired, he readily handed over the summary sheet of the camp’s current situation to Fudge, and asked Fudge to endorse the provisional authorization tonight—in fact, if his behavior was strictly calculated, it would violate The number of confidentiality laws added up was enough for him to enter the depths of Azkaban to Sirius’s original cell or next to Sirius’s cell to enjoy the old-age life.

"Thank you so much, Professor William," Fudge thanked sincerely, "If you weren't there, those kids wouldn't know how long they would stay in the dark, and they might even be in danger-that is that none of us would like to watch. Arrived."

"Yeah...the attackers, it's almost... they almost provoke us to sneak attacks when we are most relaxed. Everyone is celebrating the victory. How can there be such a despicable group of guys?"

William agreed with Fudge's words and signaled that he was going to trouble those people.

However, the minister did not understand the hint.

"Yeah, those despicable Death Eaters who are hiding-they have been planning for a long time!"

"They don't even let the kids go, Professor William, I personally hate it!" Fudge strengthened his tone with his waving arms, "We must not let this happen, Professor."

Fudge paused, as if making some decision.

"If something like this happens again, it would be irresponsible for the safety of the students. We can't always expect the students to protect themselves with the magic wand-so, Professor William."

Fudge said seriously, "If you encounter this kind of thing again, please quickly take the students to a safe area, instead of setting up a camp that is more vulnerable to attack. I will issue you a special door key production license. Yes, Professor-in this way, if something dangerous happens again, we can get those children out of the dangerous place as soon as possible."

Door key production license?

Illegal manufacturing of door keys, such a convenient and remote item, will allow people to directly enter Azkaban for further study-this is almost a strategic material.

Just when William was a little stunned, Fudge had already signed the permission order with the temporarily deformed chair. He even carefully stamped a complete set of seals on it before handing it to William.

Looking at his serious expression, William was a little embarrassed. Although he would have no selfishness in protecting the students, when he heard permission, he immediately thought that it would be more convenient to run...

This permission even made him temporarily forget about looking for those masked.

However, a flying letter paper quickly fell by Fudge's side.

Fudge apologized a little ~www.readwn.com~ and read quickly.

Within a minute, Fudge's face became quite strange...

There was relief and distortion on his face, as well as perseverance and perseverance. The whole person looked strange, like a madman.

Just as William was speculating about what happened, Fudge seemed to have made up his mind and gave the note to William.

"Is there any way to get in touch with Albus quickly, Professor?"

'what happened? ’

William quickly glanced at the short note, and then he was stunned.

On the note is a line of scribbled and short font.

[The Dark Demon marks that the user has been captured, and the user is Draco, the son of Lucius.

Reach the mark in a quarter of an hour. 】