From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"One pot, two pots, three pots..."

Outside Hagrid’s hut, William and Hagrid were pouring the finished potion out of the container and putting it in a pot temporarily made using Transfiguration.

"A whole seventeen pots of potions should be enough."

While finally checking the potion's properties, William talked nonsense to Hagrid, who helped him. Except for him as the client and the potion maker, how many can accurately grasp the properties of the potion?

"I don't know this. I have to take the responsibility of letting the students get in the rain."

Hagrid stretched out his hands and complained, but neither his tone nor the smile on his face showed that he didn't take the pot seriously.

Such a big thunderbird went up to make a torrential rain. Everyone was not blind. Someone would definitely see it. Therefore, today’s rain was Hagrid’s back to the pan. The thunderbird he raised suddenly had a bad temper and became awkward. A rainstorm is coming.

In order to prevent the situation from expanding, the professors were mobilized and braved the rain to pick up students.

During this period, the rain water mixed with the potion will wash away all the magic disguise-unless the other party masters Animagus's metamorphosis, otherwise no one will want to deceive it.

The upgraded version of this potion is applied to the anti-thief waterfall used by Gringa, which claims to be able to wash away all the spells and disguise. It was stolen once after so many years-or because the cost of the anti-thief waterfall was too high. The reason for not opening.

William would also have the upgraded version, but that is only the storage time of the upgraded potion. He checked this time and it was enough to make sure that no one took advantage of the chaos at the beginning of school to pretend to be. Naturally, he chose a much lower cost magic. medicine.

It can't rain heavily at Hogwarts every day, right?

Leaving aside the problem that Thunderbird can't handle it, he himself can't handle the torrential rains.

"It's noon now-according to the small experiment we conducted in the Forbidden Forest two days ago, it's about five o'clock in the afternoon, we can let it take off to create a big storm, when the students get out of the car, it's just right. Let everyone get so much rain."

"I don't understand too much, William."

Hagrid stretched out his hand. "But if Dumbledore feels we need to do this, then this must be true."

"After all, this year there are so many people, you have to be careful."

After confirming that the potions were all normal, William put them in place, and then began to impose protective spells, and said the excuse he had planned in advance.

No way, I can’t tell Hagrid—because I vaguely remember that Crazy Eye will be replaced this year, so let’s start a big check...

"That's the same. After all, there is a Triwizard Tournament this year."

Hagrid replied with a cheerful smile, then looked around vigilantly and lowered his voice-although he still spoke much louder than normal people.

"Well, William, I know you have been busy with the Triwizard Tournament recently. I heard the old professor say that it seems like the fire dragon will be used this year?"

The old professor naturally refers to the retired Professor Keitelburn. According to William's last correspondence with the old professor, he seems to have gone to the Fire Dragon Reserve to take care of the little cuties in his eyes.

\'The news is so well informed, no wonder that cheating in the Triwizard Tournament is traditional...\'

However, the old professor said that he was restricted by the contract and he certainly couldn't disclose it directly.

"Well, Hagrid, can you keep it secret?"

He raised his head and tried to look into Hagrid's eyes.

"Of course I can, William. Although I made a mistake once, I never shared the news to outsiders except that time."

"Great, so can I."

He clapped his hands, and then quickly walked into Hagrid's cabin-there was a little iced wine in it, suitable for drinking after work.

Hagrid stunned for a while, then rushed over with a dumbfounded expression and started drinking together.

——

"How have you been these days, Harry?"

Ron hugged Harry and smiled very happily-he had a great time with his family in the last few days of this holiday, especially when the twins were beaten before they left, which made him even more happy.

Of course, the most basic happiness is that Malfoy, his common enemy, has had bad luck. This is simply the source of his happiness.

"I told you, Harry!"

Ron didn't even wait for Harry to respond before he started to talk, "The Malfoys are now, it's just...tsk..."

"Do you remember, my dad had a fight with Malfoy's dad?"

"Well, I remember."

Harry’s memory of this is still fresh-he came to the wizarding world to see the wizard fist and fight for the first time, not to mention that according to the speculation of the professors and what he heard in the tent that night, it was probably Mar that day. Fu Jia tried to blame Ginny for the beginning.

"So my dad hates their family more than before," Ron laughed. "Last night I heard that Malfoy's business had plummeted, and there was nothing willing to be friends with his family."

"Why, isn't his family a so-called pure blood?"

"His family has offended too many people-Dad said, he said that when he chooses friends, he chooses enemies. The Malfoys are determined to work with the Ministry of Magic, so they will naturally lose a lot of former allies, let alone his family. Sent so many wizards to Azkaban, their relatives and friends are all outside."

Ron relayed what Mr. Weasley had said, but he was happy in addition to it.

But what he said was not quite right—or Mr. Weasley was not quite right.

Although Lucius Malfoy has lost a large number of partners and his business seems to be a lot of decline, in fact, the Malfoy family that is prepared is far less miserable. Except for those who have no power who offends to death, the rest of the families are the best. It's too much to dislike it, the business is still done, but it seems that there are not so many cheers.

"Slytherin has always advertised their unity-I see how they would treat Malfoy."

Ron was talking while lying by the window, eagerly paying attention to the crowd outside the window.

It didn't take long before he found the target.

"Over there, over there!"

He quickly found the person he was looking for, and then looked at the window.

Malfoy's spirit looked very decadent, his whole person was wilted, and his two little servants didn't look great, but they still maintained the basic trio specifications.

They almost slipped onto the train, no longer the pride of the past.

"Let's take a look!"

Ron urged—Harry hesitated and went with him.

Hermione didn’t have that interest, and she didn’t want to insult herself—no matter what her grades, she could always secretly hear Mudblood’s malicious shouting on the Slytherin side. She secretly inquired about the usage. She found that it was an insulting vocabulary similar to that of a **** and an untouchable union, so she simply gave up unnecessary contact-can't always count on Harry and Ron to punch them in the past, right?

Besides, when we fight for this with them, how can she secure the first position?

Let those **** be conceited, she will use her strength to suppress those who are not convinced.

——

"Oh, Master Malfoy is here?"

In the carriage, the tall and mammoth Slytherin in seventh grade blocked the necessary road, using an extremely mocking tone.

"Please get out."

"Please? My goodness—have you heard that, the Malfoys will say please~www.readwn.com~Our young master Malfoy will say please!"

The taunting voice came again, "Then go to the dean to tell us? Our young master?"

The taller body is blocking the door to death-Slytherin is the academy of unity, so this unity is the most tolerant of betrayal.

It’s been a week, and the information reported by the Daily Prophet is covered up. Everyone should know what image the Malfoys played in this incident. It’s impossible. The Malfoys have been passed on for several generations, leaving Lucius at all. The method chose to enter Azkaban to help the family block this speculation.

As long as he proposes it, the Ministry of Magic will definitely not refuse, and will even give him a certain amount of preferential treatment to make him stay away from the dementor-but is it possible?

It doesn't matter if he enters, does he count on Decola to take charge of the family's property?

No way—then, the flaws will naturally appear, everyone is okay, is your family okay?

This is even more self-destruction than self-destruction, especially when his two followers, Ben Gor and Crabbe, are fine.