From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Huh... I'm exhausted."

At noon, in the Gryffindor lounge, a group of senior children returned to the lounge and collapsed on their chairs, unwilling to get up.

Although the dragon looks very mighty, no matter who finishes the scrubbing work for the whole morning under the Bubble Head Curse and Iron Armor Curse, they will not feel how cute the thing they wiped is—especially when the ownership is not yet on their own.

Although many Gryffindors are still good at scrubbing because of Filch, they can't stand the scary dragons.

Even if the professor allows them to use some spells as an aid to wipe the dragon, this is still quite tiring work.

But this did not affect the rest of the lower grades after the children came in, these upper grades began to brag.

"I'm telling you that our course today is to observe those dragons up close-if the professor forbids us to carry out actual combat attacks, maybe we can kill one today!"

"No, that dragon is obedient, just like a large cat. It's too unchallenging. To be honest, I won't be scared at all when I see dragons now—I think I have reached According to the standard that the professor said, even if a dragon came to chase me down, I could calm down and escape."

Although the real situation is that those dragons who make a slight attack posture, everyone will quickly run away and change to the next group, and only the cleanest two groups are honored to have the right to experience the dragon's breath in person (the unfortunate two groups tried it by the way. I took the special potion made by the professor and took it to the hospital to get my hair out.) But when everyone does not expose each other's tragic situation, this bull can still blow.

Moreover, happiness is a matter of comparison—compared to the Hufflepuffs who were asked by the dean to help clean up and carry dragon dung, they actually felt that their work was okay...

As a result, an atmosphere of talking about dragons instantly spread in the lounges of various colleges.

But except for Nancy who was in class, the rest of the warriors who were busy studying the golden egg didn't know this.

At this moment, they were carefully staring at the golden egg in an empty classroom. The golden egg did not look like their trophies, but rather like a dangerous item that could explode at any time.

"You said, does that golden snitch trap still exist?"

Everyone stared at the golden egg, and everyone kept a safe distance—the students with the golden snitch mark at breakfast today have successfully used themselves as an example to tell everyone the danger of the golden egg.

"Not sure, theoretically it should be gone," Monta stared at the golden egg, "but who knows if the professor would want to tell us that we should never think that the trap is triggered and safe."

"Yes," Cedric sighed. "Last year's exam paper professor gave out similar questions one after another, but for the second time, he actually changed the letter before the answer option-the child who made mistakes had more than one answer. Paper, that is really too impressive..."

After all, everyone just put on the iron armor curse, far away from the golden egg.

"Volume, mass, whether it's hollow or not-these things were told by classmate Nancy this morning. The golden snitch logos that were not left were also copied. We also checked all the records related to the snitch... If there is no breakthrough, then you can only continue to use magic to test and demolish."

"Forced to demolish, the Golden Snitch alone explains too little."

Montage nodded, "Potter, how many possibilities did you record over there?"

"A dozen, if you count the unrealistic speculation about Quidditch."

"Can't guess..."

"Then-do it?"

"Hands, start with the floating spell..."

The three raised their wands and began to experiment.

On the parchment in front of them, there was a scribble record of the spells that might be used in the future—floating spell, obstacle spell, unlocking spell, repairing spell, freezing spell...

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"It's really not easy, Bertha..."

When Bertha was sitting on the chair, Tom sighed in a rare voice.

At the moment, they are in a small town close to the Ifamoni campus—this is similar to Hogsmeade, and students of Ifamoni come here to shop and consume during leisure and shopping during the holidays.

Bertha's identity at this time is a businessman who was attracted by the local environment after coming here and decided to set up a stall here to sell some gadgets.

The acquisition of this status is not easy. It concerns the next generation of the entire American magical world. Almost no matter who intends to do some business here must undergo strict scrutiny.

The reason why it is used is because there are always some people who have privileges-although Bertha can't pay the huge amount of deposit, the Imperius Curse can.

Therefore, Bertha's prop booth was barely built.

With her own magic knowledge and Tom's memory of being a clerk that Tom had turned out of her mind, she was startled to make this little stall prosperous.

And in the chats of the students when they were shopping, the layout of the Ifamoni previously obtained from various channels has gradually been certified-those children who casually said about the troubles on the campus pieced together, naturally. Became part of the event verification.

Today, they have even more amazing gains.

Because of the crazy fascination with Hogwarts by the founder of Ifamoni and some considerations for safe evacuation, the secret road was naturally built at the same time as the establishment of Ifamoni Castle, and was mastered by the students at the same time.

Although the kids who slipped out tried hard to conceal the fact that they had come out of the secret path, after many days of inquiries, Tom managed to get a specific location of a secret path.

"The most promising and strongest professor actually went directly to Hogwarts with the principal." Tom suppressed his excitement and tried to make himself look calmer. "They really are, they do not live or die. ."

"We will sneak in through the secret tunnel tonight, Bertha."

Tom said in an unquestionable voice, "Look at what kind of protection the professors of Ifamoni use to guard my wand."

"Yes, Lord Dark Lord."

Bertha’s tone also brought a bit of joy—the weather is getting colder and colder, and she still hasn’t made a reasonable profit. Setting up a stall in such weather is really unpleasant.

"Are the invisibility cloak ready?"

"Ready, Lord Dark Lord."

Bertha answered happily, but Tom was not so happy.

‘As long as this idiot, this idiot’s phantom spell can be better, why should I use the **** invisibility cloak? ’

He is always a pretentious person, and he has considerable confidence in his phantom spell, but it is a pity-he can't maintain the state of using spells all the time, and the barely restored energy is simply not enough to support such actions.

When Bertha used the phantom spell, he would rather believe in the invisibility cloak that was tested on the market.

—

The night came quickly, Bertha put on the invisibility cloak awkwardly, and then quietly took advantage of the night to come to the seemingly abandoned house.

"It's here, Lord Dark Lord."

After Tom uttered satisfaction, Bertha opened the stone wall with the spell as carefully as possible—the boys who came last time didn’t even have time to deal with the most basic things like dust, and when the messy footsteps lead directly to the wall, who Can't you see it?

"Let's go."

Tom said softly-tonight, UU read www.uukānshu.com, he will see the wand that he has been waiting for for a long time, and then understand its protective measures.

He has fully completed his resurrection plan.

Confirm the protection, then break through the protection, and directly break in when the defense is most lax to complete the entire resurrection ritual.

And that day, it was Christmas.

What a good day—Christmas.

Those Muggles like this day, even the wizard is celebrating it, and he will be reborn from this day.

The day he was born again is Christmas-what a wonderful day!

Tom even felt that his blood was a little hot—but this was definitely an illusion, because he was borrowing the body of Bertha, a stupid Death Eater.

‘It’s fast, it’s fast. ’

"Bertha, be careful... we are only a little short of success."

He carefully ordered, rare.