From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"what do you need?"

Bertha asked with some feigned composure—although she was still afraid, she could now complete the Dark Lord's mission in fear.

'simply…'

Barty glanced at the woman named Bertha in front of her, full of helplessness, but she couldn't vent no matter what.

What should he say? What can he say?

What excuse and position did he have to accuse a loyal Death Eater who helped bring the Dark Lord back to life? What merit did he have to laugh at the trembling woman in front of him who was actually scared? Why was he jealous of the Dark Lord rewarding loyal and capable Death Eaters?

However, he was just not reconciled—why, he was the one who came first! Follow the Dark Lord, serve the Dark Lord, or even disappear after the Dark Lord disappears!

He was happy to be free, and he was happy to meet the Dark Lord who had regained his strength, but...

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, all he had to do now was to do the task in his hands well, and never mess up the task in his hands - the kind of mistakes made in Azkaban must never happen again .

The Dark Lord needs manpower, and if he continues to be jealous, he may make mistakes like Umbridge again, which is absolutely impossible.

"Mr. Barty, what do you need?"

Bertha fought back her fear and continued to summon the courage to ask - she remembered that because of this person in front of her, she had been cast an oblivion spell by Mr. Crouch.

"A fake identity requires a specific kind, enough compound decoction, enough Galleon."

Barty forced himself to calm down and spoke his plan. .

An outside wizard cannot be trusted, nor can he afford to investigate.

Therefore, he must disguise as a wizard who can be trusted, so that he can naturally gain the trust of other wizards, so as to build a spontaneous resistance organization.

"Fake identity?"

"Yes, a little older, a little less social, and must live alone - whether widowed or unmarried."

Anyway, the Dark Lord now has a big business, and it is extremely convenient to investigate information, so Barty is naturally not polite. He has always believed in the power of the Dark Lord, and he kidnapped the Aurors together.

"The compound decoction is in short supply recently," Bertha flipped through the ledger in a panic, "but we are stepping up the cooking. After all, we have a large amount of potion raw materials..."

Seeing her clumsy appearance, Barty became even more angry - angry at Bertha and at herself, but she couldn't attack, so she had to find an excuse to leave.

'Go to Bella and the others and see how they are doing...'

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"Harry, come up and demonstrate."

In the empty classroom, Harry walked towards the middle of the classroom with a look of helplessness.

He admits that he's been a little bit proud this time, but the professor does go a little too far.

Since the Azkaban Raid on Christmas Day, their fifth-grade curriculum has been changed a lot, more basic spells have been added to the conjuration class, and polymorphism has begun to disguise how to quickly change the terrain, etc. The direction has changed, not to mention self-defense techniques. The theoretical knowledge has been changed. They even broke away from the previous textbook and focused on escape and hiding.

Dig holes, dive into water, hide in trees, hide yourself with vegetation…

Various concealment techniques, with or without magic, were taught in class—there were few actual spells, it was all escape, escape, and escape.

In fact, Harry laughed quite happily at first. The pain he had suffered was finally going to be eaten by others, but when he was laughing happily, he was called up by the professor.

That's still a class thing - while Professor William was having a good time talking, the students below noticed that the most advanced spell in the class was learned in the third grade...

As a result, the students at the bottom naturally have a little opinion - but the voice is not loud. After all, everyone has gone through the test paper offensive for half a year, and they really don't have the courage to express their opinions in person.

But the professor heard it outrageously, and turned around to admit it with a smile.

"Of course I admit what you said, fighting is the best means of protection."

Then, he was called up by the professor, and then the professor's demon-like voice-"Harry, try to attack me, try with all the magic you have mastered."

He did it, without hesitation, because the professor would really fight back.

And then there's the long five minutes.

When he got up from the ground for the seventeenth time and took his wand, Harry was very happy to hear the sentence, "That's it for today's demonstration."

"Now you know why you teach this?"

After the professor gave Gryffindor a pitiful three-pointer, he announced in a slightly brisk tone, "Whoever wins Potter in a duel can come to me in exchange for instruction on any spell—you've seen me use it or have it in my textbooks. Anything is possible."

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