From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Chapter 480 The dullness before the storm

"Easter break..."

Early in the morning, William restocked his owl with food, and after watching it finished eating, he smiled and made a piece of feathers near its head upside down, causing it to peck at itself angrily, and then said to it, " I have to travel far away, you stay in the school shack first - don't bully other owls!"

"Goo?"

"Bring you some owl food from other countries."

"Goo~"

The Easter break is still a week away, but William has already entrusted all the courses except the fifth grade. As for the fifth grade, the exam is just right this week, and having Moody proctor once will actually make those children dare not get up. bad thoughts.

As the time approached the end of the period, his unease grew even more—until now, the Dark Lord's resurrection could not even be seen, and he was really worried, and decided to visit the black markets in various countries that he knew. , to find out what has happened recently in a place where the sun can't see it.

Dumbledore had originally prepared him to do some very important things together, but after listening to William's report, he finally revealed a little bit of wind - this thing can't be done before Easter at least, so William still has enough time to finish.

'Two hundred Galleons, a letter of recommendation from Dumbledore...'

He sighed, opened the window and let his owl out, then began to seal the door and window with magic.

After a little bit of blockade, he refocused his attention on the cauldron in the very center of the office, on the faint almost invisible magic flame. The cauldron made of fire crab shells didn't even boil. The liquid has begun to turn transparent, and the bottom of the pot can be seen at a glance.

This time the change came much later than the theory, but sooner than William had expected—but, luckily, it was almost as good as the theory should have been.

It is also its transformation that makes William the possibility of going abroad for a while.

'The only good news is that the boiling of the Fuling agent is on the right track. I hope it can bring me enough luck to not smash around like a headless fly. ’

He glanced at the Fuling Potion again, added all the protection to it, then left the office and locked the last door.

'Now, meet my exam and find him... ’

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"It should be this area..."

Sirius wiped away a sweat, looked at his house elf and said.

The search was not smooth. He searched almost all parts of the area, and finally noticed this remote sea area that he had never seen before.

The cliffs were reborn, the reefs were all over, there were no sandy beaches, and there were no trees—it was a place that had no development meaning at all—but Sirius couldn’t understand why he had ignored such an area in the previous search!

The villagers are hiding here, the gold coins are hiding here, and Dobby is hiding here, but everyone has no doubts about this, as if it is really unimportant here, and the worthless are abandoned.

Even himself was unconsciously affected—this should be the last search area today, but when he came over, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't written to Harry yet, so he returned to the tent and started to open. He happily wrote a letter to his godson, and it wasn't until halfway through the writing that he was about to reveal a little bit of progress before he suddenly realized what his original goal was.

After that, he and Jin Coin began to test the area from different angles. Whenever one person was about to return, the other person quickly reminded them, and then marked the area on the map by observation.

'It's almost like... an enhanced version of the Muggle Exorcism Curse...'

He looked at the area without any boundaries, not only did he not have the slightest fear in his heart, but he became more eager to try.

But just before he planned to take the risk, a half-written letter to Harry suddenly came to mind, making his steps hesitant...

'Forget it, such an interesting thing - let's find the moon face to share it with, if I can call the professor who Harry is full of praise...'

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"Dumbledore... Karkaroff seems to have found something..."

"Are you afraid, Severus?"

"No, I just want to kill him - whatever it takes."

"Then protect him..."

"…"

"Then, his resurrection..."

"I've figured it out, Severus."

"what can I do?"

"Protect him."

"…"

—

Boom - the small bag containing the canon slammed on the table, making a unique and pleasant sound.

"What do you want, or what do you want to know?"

"Is there any news of the dead recently?"

"Dead people? Muggles or wizards? Muggles say it every day, wizards say it. There have been about nine cases in this country this month that the Ministry of Magic does not know. Who do you want to know?"

"Everyone."

—

"Pack up, Bertha, I'm tired..."

Voldemort let out a tired voice, and he even thought about Quirrell a little at this moment - although he clumsily devised some useless routines, he was unambiguous when he started.

Although Bertha is loyal enough at present, her ability is so great that she does not dare to kill herself. Even the information she inquires is full of errors.

Obviously just need to kill a guy who hides goods and refuses to shoot, but now he has to kill an irrelevant one.

She didn't even study the basic spell such as Cruciatus, so he needed to personally interrogate him to get the information he wanted.

Fortunately, he is lucky enough now - the potions he needs are ready, and Easter doesn't need to be delayed anymore...

"What are you doing, Bertha, hurry up and pack up!"

"I…"

Bertha was stupid again—she was scared, and Voldemort knew what she was thinking.

"After today, there are no irrelevant people to sacrifice - we can focus on our enemies who are just the necessary price to pay for our resistance..."

"Stop crying, think about the future, we will let all wizards breathe freely, instead of putting shackles on themselves under the bewitchment of those Muggle-born wizards..."

"Yes... Lord Dark Lord..."

Bertha's sobbing voice subsided a little, and she clumsily began to pack up according to Voldemort's instructions, and began to forge a scene where the experiment failed and led to an explosion...

Ten minutes later, there was a loud bang in the room where there was no living person, and the green flames began to devour everything frantically.

—

"You're late again."

"Sorry, I'm training a very interesting spell, you see..."

Harry took out his wand and demonstrated - Sirius had been so anxious to investigate the case that he couldn't bear to interrupt, and simply stayed at Hogwarts for Easter.

Of course, this is also related to his desire to enjoy this time in school with Qiu.

There was no way. Qiu was just in the fifth grade this year, and all the professors made a killing, especially William's side. After the start of the Triwizard Tournament, they found that the students' grades were declining, which immediately increased their academic burden.

This is of course very helpful for the improvement of grades, but it also makes Qiu's free time almost useless.

So, they all cherish the days of being able to leave school on a date - Harry even specially trained the transfiguration, which is more dazzling than practical, to do a show.

"It's very, very good..."

Qiu spared no effort in complimenting him, but his expression became strange after a while, "However, I always feel like Professor William is casting a spell..."

"No, Hermione said..."

The mild pain in the head again made Harry habitually start talking about topics to hide his facial expressions, but...

He stopped abruptly in the middle of what he said, and looked at Qiu in horror without even having a headache. However, he couldn't take back what he said.

This word is even somewhat banned at present - because of the fifth grade schoolwork, he actually spent more time with Hermione than with Qiu during this time, which led to Qiu, who had become irritable due to the pressure of study. …

"It's Hermione again..."

Qiu stood up and left without turning his head. Harry didn't even care about the headache, so he got up and chased after him. However, when he reached the door, Qiu took out his wand and aimed it at him.

After a long period of special training and group combat training during this period of time, Harry subconsciously took out his wand, "Except your weapon!!"

Harry was desperate as soon as the spell was uttered.

He wished he was a crappy wizard at the moment and failed to cast a spell...

But unfortunately, his spellcasting was exceptionally successful, it could even be said to be too successful - when he lifted up Qiu with a guilty face and returned his wand, Qiu's angry eyes made him unable to speak...

Afterwards, Qiu didn't look back and left, he hurriedly chased after him, suppressed the pain, and began to think about how to coax Qiu.

—

"There are a lot of new things, guests - the world is so big, you have to investigate new things, it really can't be finished in a day or two."

"Tell me a little bit, maybe it's useful..."

William sighed and sat beside the bar.

With limited manpower, he traveled all over the large black markets in most of the European countries during this short vacation. He had inquired about more than 100 cases of death that were not managed by the Ministry of Magic, and personally inspected 11 cases on the spot, which may be tricky... It's a pity Got nothing.

"Who are you looking for? Are you looking for something?"

The owner of the shop gave William a sweet wine, "Actually, I want to say that instead of pursuing those illusory things, it is better to cherish the present - listen to my advice, although hatred cannot be easily put down, don't let it go because you are too addicted to revenge. The things in front of you are ignored."

Seeing William stunned, the boss shook his head slightly, "Think about it carefully, young man, you are running around in the dust, I think your boots are about to break, think carefully, what you pay attention to may actually be Right in front of you."

"The thing to watch out for - right in front of you?"

William was stunned. He dropped a handful of Galleons and rushed out of the tavern like a madman.

Yes, he was so concerned about the resurrection of the Dark Lord that he completely forgot his goal, who he was going to take revenge against!

According to the information he found, according to his inference, according to all the information he found, the Dark Lord is more careful than anyone else, and what he hates most is that his majesty is compromised!

He can even ruin his own looks!

The people William knew to cover up their handsome faces were Di Qing and King Lanling, and the reason they covered their faces with iron was that they were too afraid that Junmei's subordinates would not be afraid!

So - the person Voldemort hates most is not Dumbledore, the recognized first white wizard, but Harry!

He doesn't need to look for a needle in a haystack like a madman to find out where Voldemort is, he just needs to keep Harry!

If you follow Voldemort's footsteps wholeheartedly, you will be completely trapped.

'And...' William sighed, 'I searched and searched and forgot one of the most problematic links right now - our allies, the Ministry of Magic...'

—

"It didn't work..."

Harry endured the headache and returned to his dormitory - at this moment, there was only himself left in the dormitory.

Ron was back home for Easter because Bill was back and he had just informed the house that he thought Harry was going to spend the holidays with Sirius.

The rest of the roommates are not there either...

'It's obviously an Easter date...'

"But now..."

Harry couldn't help but blame himself - why did he say he had only trained this magic with Hermione's help?

But you can't rely on Ron, Ron copied his recent homework!

He thought frustratingly - Qiu was still very angry, but it seemed to be a little better, and he was reluctantly willing to communicate with him through his roommate, and he paid the price of a large bag of snacks.

'Damn headache...'

He touched the scar and found it was even a little hot.

It had never happened before - but Harry didn't even know who to talk to for a while.

It's late at night, he can't sneak out and wake Lupin up...

Yes, the scars...

Suddenly, Harry felt a strong unease that was the only one in his life, and he immediately pulled out his wand and stood up, trying to defend himself.

However, he lay on the ground and looked around, but still couldn't find where the danger came from. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

'Damn...'

His head hurt even more, and he even heard someone giggling.

But the moment came to an abrupt end when the headache was splitting—the headache stopped and suddenly disappeared, as if it had suddenly appeared.

But Harry felt a sense of powerlessness... As if all the strength had been drawn, his heart began to beat wildly, and a force that seemed to tear him suddenly appeared, as if the force came from himself. , the more he wanted to control, the stronger that power...

Then, he felt a force that seemed to come from a dementor, cold... cold to the bone... cold as if it would freeze everything...

And under this cold, there is a huge emptiness and nausea, making him feel like he is going to vomit something...

He tried to pick up the wand, however, the pain he had never felt before surfaced, causing him to let out a scream of pain...

‘Am I… dead? ’