From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"What's matter?"

William stopped walking outside and asked curiously.

Don't look at him explaining a lot of dangerous creatures in this class, but there are really not many difficulties—the core content of the course is not how to deal with these big guys in the wild, but how to run away safely after encountering them.

Although the university asked about running away, compared to escaping from a wizard, evading the magical creatures from hunting down and killing them is only a few points-intimidate, deceive, induce or let it give up.

To put it bluntly, it is to pretend to scare it, conjure other prey to tempt it or use magic to create afterimages and other things to mislead it, and then hide it so that it can't find it to give up, or make it lose its appetite or attack it.

Under this circumstance, students shouldn’t have any problems—if they can’t understand it, they basically fail to pass the fifth grade course.

"that is…"

The Boothbarton girl raised her head and looked at William, "May I invite you to the Christmas Eve dance party?"

Hearing the word prom, William took a quiet step back before realizing that there were still a bunch of students watching.

"What a wonderful invitation."

He smiled, "I feel honored, but unfortunately, I'm not at Hogwarts on Christmas Day, so I can only regretfully reject you, girl."

"Professor, are you going to the Ministry of Magic to participate in the award of honors?"

Before William could continue speaking, a seventh-grade kid had already asked out loud below.

His voice provoked William to take a look—well, Hufflepuff’s kid, who got an internship at the Ministry of Magic during the summer, was a little carefree, but a good, enthusiastic boy.

"Ah, what I have to say, yes."

William nodded, "So I have to wish you a good time at the prom."

"You don't even go to the dance party?"

Many people in the classroom made exclamation sounds, especially the children on Ravenclaw's side. A hapless child was full of joy, and blinked at the dejected children around him, showing William suddenly angry—this kind of He couldn't understand the expression any more, and it was this expression used by many of Azkaban's inmates when they gambled.

‘Let’s take a bet on who my partner is? ’

He looked at the happiest smiling kid dissatisfied, and wondered if the next class should let him understand the sinister society of adult wizards.

"Professor, is it the Merlin Class II Medal?"

Another kid stood up and asked, the seventh-grade kid has gradually separated from the shadow of fifth-grade.

"According to the invitation letter I received, it should look like this."

William didn’t leave at all, and went back to the podium, “Okay, okay, ask what you want to ask, don’t spread the gossip again when I have to deal with a dragon or something, I don’t want Christmas. You have to be arrested and locked up during the holidays."

"Um, professor, is the honors awarded at the Ministry of Magic?"

"According to the invitation letter, yes."

William nodded.

Then came a few more unnutritious questions. Seeing that the curiosity of these curious babies was temporarily satisfied, William nodded, "If there are no other problems, then shall we end the get out of class?"

"I still have it, Professor! Will there be a dance party or something after the Ministry of Magic is awarded? I heard that a dance party is almost necessary after a formal event?"

A Ravenclaw boy asked a question that stumped William.

The life philosophy taught by the enthusiastic gentleman at the summer meeting suddenly emerged-yes, after the award, will there be a dance party at the Ministry of Magic?

"I don't know about this-anyway, the invitation letter didn't ask for it."

He stretched out his hands, indicating that he didn't know about it.

Azkaban didn't have a dance party. Although the dementors would like to change their tastes, but the Ministry of Magic and the prisoners probably didn't have this idea.

"Okay, enough questions, get out of class is over."

He clapped his hands, signaled the end of the question, and then left the class.

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"I was a fool…"

William was sitting in the big office, and he was in shock.

Lu Ping smiled extremely gloatingly, "which one is it?"

"How could I calculate this!"

William shook his head irritably, "So I can only scare the students in this school?"

"That's not it?"

The Mad-Eye didn’t turn around, his hands were still busy, but the weird sense of being watched let William know that his magic eyes had turned around, “Look at how those lower-grade children try to participate through the upper-grade. Entering the school dance, it’s time to understand how those seniors tried to pass you into the banquet of the Ministry of Magic."

Moody finished the last bit of work as he spoke. He turned around, and the magic eye turned back a little later, which looked extremely weird—but both of them were used to it.

"Actually, if you hadn't taught you all in the seventh grade, you should have known that some kids would have liked to go to the party at the Ministry of Magic."

"In this regard, I think Professor Moody's statement is very reasonable," Lu Ping has not stopped laughing now, "but those students from other schools are different. If you can go to the Ministry of Magic to see the award ceremony, you may participate in the award ceremony by the way. Prom-do you think this kind of thing is unattractive?"

Of course it is attractive, and William is also a fan of the authorities. Lu Ping immediately figured out the matter as soon as he explained it.

Although it is true that Hogwarts has Dumbledore, when everyone can see it, Dumbledore is not so rare—just like eating a chocolate frog to eat Dumbledore, it is very unfulfilling.

But Fudge was different. Although he often appeared in newspapers and radio, no one had ever seen a real person, and he also caught up with an entire Ministry of Magic.

It's good to show yourself at Hogwarts, but if the stage is changed to the Ministry of Magic, it will be incomparable.

Just as some children like to use tobacco, alcohol, foul language or other things to improperly test the field of adult wizards, the Ministry of Magic's banquet that currently exists only in speculation has also become a lot of students trying to test adulthood. The things of wizard life.

Hogwarts students still have to worry about this and that, and the students in the other three schools don't need to worry about that.

Especially on Boothbarton's side—their warrior Fleur originally tried to get Krum to invite her to dance, and almost quarreled with his headmaster when he heard about the party at the Ministry of Magic...

Compared to Krum inviting her to dance in front of a group of brats, how could she go up to the Ministry of Magic?

Fortunately, Mrs. Maxim insisted that it was a tradition for the warrior to lead the dance, and refused to let her warrior go all the way to the Ministry of Magic to attend an uncertain dinner.

But her behavior has inspired many people who are eager to try. These days, Furong is almost the hottest person who is invited to dance. She just walks on the road and people who are influenced by the special power of Meiwa will invite her to dance, so After learning her original plan, everyone was brave a lot.

"Damn it, I obviously only invited a few guests to the ceremony...Why do everyone think there will be a dance party at the Ministry of Magic?"

William opened his hands with a look of helplessness—he could hardly think of a more tactful rejection!

"Because there really is a dance party."

Moody grinned his half-mutilated mouth. "Although I certainly won't go to the ceremony, I think it's too messy there—but I can tell as an Auror who has attended many banquets at the Ministry of Magic. You, there must be a prom that day."

"However," Moody said with a distorted smile, "I have no plans to share this with the students for the time being."

"Many thanks."

William breathed a sigh of relief, "If you don't mind, let's have some chocolate frogs. Seriously-they are much cute compared to those over-enthusiastic students."

"You can easily be cursed behind you by saying this."

Lupin took the chocolate frog while responding, while Moody checked the packaging carefully, and it took a long time to tear open the packaging paper confidently and take a bite. Valley

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"Have you heard that there was a big incident in the UK a few days ago!"

In front of the stall in the affiliated town of Ifamoni, a group of students wearing thick fur clothes were gossiping and gossiping in vain and enthusiasm. The news is very enthusiastic.

However, the news of the Wizarding World is obviously not spreading as fast as the news of the Muggle World. If the incident were not big enough, the reporters here would focus on Ifamoni. The news is estimated to be a while before. Pass it over.

"Well, I want that, how much?"

"Seven Sicos."

"So expensive?"

"It can be used many times. As long as you put it in your classmate's desk, it will make him feel that there is a harassment fly nearby."

"Ok…"

The boy hesitated, but finally paid, Bertha took the money and continued to listen to those people talking about the British news.

"Umbridge, the former Minister of Magic has been arrested!"

"Don't talk nonsense, vice minister, any minister, I haven't read the news carefully enough!"

Bertha was stunned—Deputy Minister Umbridge?

She is also an employee of the Ministry of Magic-although she has been missing for a long time, she probably hasn't been expelled yet.

Therefore, she was deeply impressed by the Deputy Minister Umbridge. The other party was always fierce towards his subordinates, good at excluding dissidents, and flattering his boss. She was Minister Fudge's iron confidant.

But Umbridge was arrested?

What's the joke—the Ministry of Magic has changed its blood? Minister Fudge stepped down?

But the children soon started talking about other topics, which made Bertha, who had always been curious, tickled like a cat.

Finally, until the children who came to buy things left, she quickly closed the booth, and went to ask the Dark Lord for instructions and hurriedly went to inquire about information.

The news had spread, and she easily got a copy of the original text of the Daily Prophet, and she also got a lot of new news about Britain.

The journey is far away, difficult to collect and it is easy to attract attention-anyway, the information is already out of time here, so she usually collects it once a week.

Unfolding the folded Daily Prophet, she quickly discovered the news report.

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‘Former Death Eater...’

Bertha looked up from the newspaper, she was stupid.

She never thought that the harsh vice minister who had even reprimanded her was actually her own!

‘Death Eater without a mark, Death Eater lurking deepest! ’

Some collected tabloids used this title to name the Deputy Minister Umbridge, as if she was the best at what a Death Eater could do.

However, in combination with her deeds, Bertha also had to admit that Umbridge was too tolerant, and too able to seize the opportunity to shoot.

Killed her boss, Barty Crouch, calmly, and there was no word at all—Bertha’s boss was also Mr. Barty, and she knew very well how keen that gentleman was and how difficult it was to fool him.

If it hadn't been for the reporter's temporary loss, maybe Mr. Batty was kept in the dark now!

"Too...unimaginable..."

Bertha shook her head, and then felt the back of her head lose control—it should be the Dark Lord waking up again.

"What are you doing in a daze, Bertha, you seem surprised?"

Tom's voice sounded, Bertha broke out in a cold sweat instantly!

"It's over, the Dark Lord is going to be furious!"

The last time she knew he was angry was on the ship from Australia—the scene was so terrible, she didn't dare to recall it.

And now, his most loyal, most capable, and most forbearing Death Eater was caught by the Ministry of Magic!

Will kill people?

Will you blow up the house?

Bertha could not imagine, nor dared to imagine what would happen—after the Dark Lord saw the terrible message...

‘That, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Dark Lord, Umbridge was arrested...’

Bertha was nervous and even forgot that she had already said this, and the Dark Lord didn't have much reaction to it.

"Oh, she was caught... So, has there been a coup in the wizarding world?"

"Dumbledore lifted his veil of hypocrisy, hunted down Fudge, and arrested Umbridge. Is that deputy minister?"

Tom said lazily-he doesn't have so much energy to intervene in the British magic world at present, so it's okay to watch the excitement.

"It's Umbridge..."

Bertha's voice fell even lower.

"I know it's Umbridge... So, more information, what is Dumbledore doing?"

Tom is getting a little impatient.

"It's your most loyal Umbridge..."

As Bertha spoke, she reached out to the newspaper.

Voldemort was finally willing to read Bertha's thoughts—he really didn't intend to ask Death Eaters who couldn't understand this.

The resurrection potion is far short of Garon, and collecting information abruptly will delay a lot of things.

However, after a few minutes, he also fell silent.

"Master Dark Lord?"

Bertha asked cautiously, but didn't respond...

"Master Dark Lord?"

She plucked up the courage to ask again.

"I…"

Voldemort's tone was full of suspicion, and he spoke to himself, "What have I forgotten?"

"Is my method of immortality incomplete?"

"Did I lose any memories during those times?"

"My method is not perfect?"

He began to doubt himself, and began to recall the painful past-did he lose any memories after becoming what he is now?