From Azkaban To Hogwarts

After three o'clock, it was the darkest time, and only a few magic wands emitted a faint light in the pitch-black woods.

But if you are close to the forest, you can hear those breathing sounds and occasional noises—but if these sounds are spread out a little bit, they will be absorbed cleanly by the grass around the forest, allowing outsiders I couldn't even notice what was happening in the woods.

"Professor Adams, your herbal medicine is really useful."

Professor Taylor looked around with the few magic wands that were allowed to light up, while praising it.

"It's very expensive, Professor Taylor..."

Adams was also observing the surrounding movement, and there was a clear distressed look on his face—the seeds of the herbs were first born by the potion, and then by the magic. It is a problem if they can't support it until dawn.

The seed is easier to say, the price of the potion that gave birth is quite worthy of its effect.

"How can we ensure the safety of so many people without paying the price."

Professor Taylor shook his head, "We are taking so many children, and the journey is so far, it is impossible to go over there. If we meet those masked guys along the way, it is not easy to deal with."

In fact, he himself is good at fighting, but he can't hold back bringing his wife and children together. He doesn't know how much he can play when he fights. How can he take his family to take this kind of risk?

Although some of their professors are not good at fighting, they still have some unique skills. One of them put a little effort into hiding them in the woods, waiting for the dawn.

"what is that?"

The sharp-eyed Adams suddenly saw the incompletely formed Dark Devil mark floating in the distance, and quickly let the professors who came around look over there.

"The Dark Mark..."

The older professor took a breath, but still stood firm.

"Extinguish all the wands and keep them absolutely dull!"

He tried not to shout at the people who were hiding-but it was very difficult. There were hundreds of thousands of wizards watching the game, and it was not just British wizards who helped to hide.

After some confusion, this command was finally translated into various languages, and the forest was completely quiet.

"It's okay," Professor Taylor said in a voice that everyone could barely hear. "As soon as they mark it out, the Ministry of Magic will soon find a way to deal with it-besides, the other party is now unable to remove our school badge. One can imagine how powerless those masked people are."

This is very convincing, especially when the school badge of Blingbling is still shining brightly in the air.

Even those who are psychologically gloomy will not think that there is anything wrong with that bright light-such a conspicuous target is erected, and it will definitely be the first target of those who are masked, so that they will be much safer. NS.

"Professor William really dared to toss... the school badge was lit up among the masked group, which sounds really romantic..."

"Yeah, unlike us, the cat has to be in this forest."

Adams laughed at himself cheerfully-he always found a safe place when the students had a little conflict that didn't conform to the school rules when he was studying.

Seeing the professors in charge of safety feel relieved, the panic of the crowd has suddenly decreased a lot.

Among the crowd, people from different magic schools began to cling together quietly, relying on each other to make themselves feel safe, while quietly discussing what happened tonight.

They watched the game properly. During the celebration, they were eating and singing. They were suddenly surrounded by a group of masked people—the trees were lit, the bonfire was dispersed, and the tent was destroyed.

The joy of victory suddenly left them before they had time to celebrate—at this moment, it is impossible not to scold the masked man and organize the British Ministry of Magic.

When it's cold, there are people scolding their mothers, let alone find someone who can do it this time.

After a round of scolding, they even scolded at their own school.

"Hogwarts can put his school badge over there, waiting for the opposite impact, where are we, where is our school, and where is our professor?"

"Yes, it is!"

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‘You have to be steady, you can’t run away...that’s not the Dark Lord...’

Karkaroff tried hard to maintain his composure, not to show timidity in front of a group of professors and students, so as not to immediately leave them to escape alone.

"Aren't we typing out the school badge, principal?"

"That will cause international disputes. The Brit is the organizer. They can answer questions from other countries at any rate. If we also type out our own logo, it will cause too much trouble."

He responded earnestly to the professor who came to comment, very satisfied with the other party's cooperation.

If no one raises it, this will cause a series of suspicions, and now, he can explain the problem well—not that I don’t want to stand up and face those old folks who may be Death Eaters, but worry about offending. Confidentiality laws cause international disputes.

"Try to search for our students. UU read www.uukahnshu.com and matched the list, and then sent a team to search for those children."

He seems to have arranged orders in an orderly manner, making everyone feel that the school is still trying to avoid disputes while still sparing no effort to help students who may encounter difficulties.

"The Dark Mark is gone!"

Just as Karkaroff was considering how to make himself busier, a sharp-eyed student called out.

He didn't even have time to blame the other party's recklessness. He stood up and looked up at the dark mark that scared him-because of too much force, he didn't even notice that he stepped on a wooden bar of the chair.

But it was worth it. In the distant sky, the skull with a snake had become mutilated at this moment, as if someone was wiping it from the horizon with an invisible big hand.

"call…"

He breathed a sigh of relief, but soon became the shrewd Headmaster Durmstrand again.