From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Finally can rest..."

In the big office, Lupin rarely leaned on his chair to take a break. The second game is over, and the third game is still at the end of June. Even if the venue is prepared a month in advance, there is still a long rest period. .

Not only him, but William and Moody also lay lazily, with no intention of working at all.

The second game was very lively, but all three of them arranged the work under the lake. The staff of the Ministry of Magic assisted in the arrangement of the game on the lake.

The three of them dived into the lake, brought some gifts to the murlocs, leveled the venue for the duel, and helped the murlocs repair the house by the way, and checked whether any dangerous creatures got in the bottom of the lake during this time...

And after finishing all this, the three of them stared at the whole process to prevent too dangerous accidents from appearing, so as to rescue them at any time.

Although the ending was good, the warriors of Hogwarts won—although the technique was a medicine that no one had taught before, but fortunately they were well-measured, but after learning the result, everyone felt tired for a while. It's choking, I just want to grill the fire quietly.

It wasn't until the sky was a bit dim that William stood up first, rummaged through the drawer for snacks, and threw them to two colleagues to satisfy their hunger.

Moody still took it, sniffed it with his nose, and checked it with the magic eye for a long time before tearing open the package.

"Fortunately, the next game will be held in June. Otherwise, my retired body will not be able to withstand this toss...Next year I will give Albus a resignation, saying that I will not do anything. I have to enjoy my life. Retired."

"Just leave the sixth grade this year, don't you bear it?"

William blinked his eyes. "Don't look at how many of the sixth graders in this year can pass the Auror's preliminary assessment?"

Although it's a bit unscrupulous to let a retired professor do one more year, as far as Moody's hatred is concerned, if the Dark Lord is resurrected this year, he'd better return to Hogwarts. Better than being targeted by the Dark Lord.

Half of the Death Eaters in the depths of Azkaban were captured by Moody's hands, which means that the combined hatred of the remaining Aurors is not as high as Moody's-although the Dark Lord doesn't care about Death Eaters that much, but Moody is too conspicuous.

Considering that Moody's might be released by Death Eaters, William didn't dare to let him leave the school next year by himself.

"You are more black-hearted than Albus..."

Moody rolled his eyes at William angrily, and stopped mentioning the topic of not doing next year. The quality of this class of students is very good. He believes that if he teaches them personally for another year, this group of students will be able to take the graduation assessment. The eyes of the recruited Aurors were dumbfounded.

When the three of them regained the sunset, a brown owl suddenly flew onto the window sill of the large office and knocked on the window with its beak.

William, who was closest to the window, screamed unlucky secretly, stood up and glanced at the letter through the window. After confirming that it was not a yelling letter, he waved his hand and the window naturally opened.

Stretching his waist, he summoned the food bowl with owl food on the side, ready to hand it to the little guy who delivered the letter.

However, it didn't even look at the owl food, and flew straight towards Moody.

Moody's eyes suddenly became serious. He stood there, carefully observed the owl, and observed another angle with the magic eye. After that, he patiently observed the letter on the owl's leg.

He took out his wand and directly cast an iron armor curse on himself-this nervous expression suddenly made William and the others unable to sit still, and quickly stood up to protect themselves.

William even put a layer of protection on everyone's table, which was relieved.

Moody watched William and their preparations were almost done. Then he waved his magic wand and let the letter fall down by himself. After staring at it with a magic eye to no avail, he breathed a sigh of relief and patiently observed the wax seal of the letter.

"No problem...but, how come?"

He muttered and began to disassemble the wax seal-it was a special spell, and the difficulty was not low. William glanced at it and turned his head to indicate that he had no intention of studying it.

Moody put on the dragon leather gloves carefully and began to take out the letter from the envelope, put it on the table, and read it.

Soon, after reading the letter, Moody showed a smile on his face, then took out a box of powder from his pocket, sprinkled a handful of it in the air, and stared at it for a few minutes.

"Safety."

He said with satisfaction, the smile on his face even brought a bit of pride.

William glanced at the plants on the table, and found that its vitality was still tenacious as always, but also showed a relaxed look, "Who sent the letter, are you so nervous?"

Moody's is careful when opening letters, but it has never used such a complicated detection method—after all, there is that magic eye, and you can know the content of the letter at a glance.

"A letter in the office."

Moody grinned, his expression a little bit happy, "They have some trouble and need help-those girls and lads are good or good, but their experience in handling big things is still a little worse."

How could it be a small trouble-Aurors can't solve it, and even need to find a retired old Auror to help...

William frowned. Could it be that the Ministry of Magic found a clue that the Dark Lord was about to be resurrected?

Although the level of hitters has declined in recent years, the Auror is still worthy of respect-if something is discovered, it is not impossible.

But looking at Moody's happy look, it doesn't look like news like the Dark Lord's Resurrection?

"Just this weekend," Moody grinned and smiled happily. "We have to **** an old friend to live in my back garden for a while..."

back yard?

William was stunned, and then immediately understood what Moody was talking about.

He rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, causing Moody to laugh-apparently, William understood what he meant by the back garden.

Where else could Moody's back garden be?

Naturally, it was Azkaban—the person who filled half of the internal jail with his own power. To put it bluntly, he escorted the prisoner to Azkaban to serve his sentence.

‘Old friends, the Aurors all find it tricky...Need Moody’s escort...’

"Is Umbridge?"

"Yes—" Moody nodded. It was the former deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge, who was so powerful at the time, and only prisoners of her level entered, and only used Moody's most elite. Auror.

"Would you two go to see it at once?"

Moody asked sincerely. He usually chatted in the office and said that he was disdainful of doing things like this in the past. If you want to show it with the real thing-his results are all locked in Azkaban, and should be given to two colleagues. Show it down.

Of course, this was just a temporary motive, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the Merlin Medal.

"Go, I have to see how those Death Eaters react."

William agreed in one fell swoop-the Death Eaters in the prison didn't know that the Dark Lord might be resurrected this year. If they knew that Umbridge existed, they might burst out and reveal some incredible information.

Originally, the Dark Lord had disappeared. Last summer, he was sent to a group of hidden Death Eaters. Even if it was a blow, if this year they learn that they are not the most favored, the real hidden Death Eaters will be dug out. Sent to Azkaban...

Under empathy, the organization has become more and more bleak, and the fact that he is the boss's confidant has been confirmed that the boss is teasing him... More or less their mentality will explode, right?

Preventing the Dark Lord from resurrecting and destroying the Death Eaters is not in conflict-William is happy to work overtime.

"Professor Lupin, how about you?"

Moody looked at Lupin again and asked.

A struggling expression appeared on Lupin’s face. Obviously, he was hesitating, but in the end he made up his mind—Although Umbridge had a decree that was friendly to werewolves, he had previously persecuted her against werewolves. But not less...

"Right," William watched Lupin agree, and remembered an important question.

"How long has Umbridge been sentenced, and I haven't seen the newspaper say-a secret trial?"

"No, the public trial-it hasn't started yet."

Moody looked at William, UU reading www. uukanshu.com has a look at why you ask such a question.

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"This herb is also done..."

In the small shop, Bertha looked at the mail carried by the owl with joy—she had worked out the ingredients for a resurrection medicine, which was progressing much faster than expected.

At this time, the wind chime at the door made a pleasant sound.

‘A guest here? ’

Bertha quickly collected the herbs and walked out of the counter, ready to do business, but when she saw the visitor for the first time, she changed her face decisively.

"Good afternoon, Miss Bertha."

A bunch of red roses was displayed, with some decorative forget-me-nots and an unknown Bertha flower in the bouquet.

The visitor put the bouquet on the counter, and then took out a vase for arranging flowers like a treasure.

"You said last time that there was no suitable vase in the store, Miss Bertha, so I went to find a vase that matches your store!"

He said smugly, his face full of sincerity.

"It's ugly, I don't like this color."

Bertha shook her head, responding perfunctorily.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, Miss Bertha, it's a magic vase!"

The visitor was full of joy and knocked the vase with his magic wand, and it instantly changed a color.

He knocked it again, and it was another color. He showed a dozen colors and looked at Bertha like a treasure.

"The look is so ugly!"

"Ah-it doesn't matter, we just have to hit the right side and imagine its shape!"

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