From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"I wasn't happy in the first place. The Ministry of Magic restricts this and that every day. It's not as good as us..."

A very lively banquet was still held in the manor of a pure-blood nobleman in Canada today. While the banquet was a little eager, several wizards who were familiar with each other started chatting with wine glasses.

As Canada's most famous wizards, they know better than any other wizard what happened last night.

The Dark Marks were lit everywhere, and the Minister of Magic was ambushed by Death Eaters when he rushed to the scene in person. If it wasn't for the fact that he brought too many people and the other party failed to return, the magic world in Canada would be in chaos now. looks like it.

"Departing now? Will it become the target of public criticism?"

The other pureblood raised his glass, without the slightest hint of horror that the proposal was too absurd on his face.

The Ministry of Magic prefers to use their own people, they love pure blood because pure blood has wealth that has been passed down from generation to generation, as for those names - sorry, those cheesy guys in the Ministry of Magic don't like the existence of can't monetize Galleon .

Although they can still do business with the Ministry of Magic, once they follow the Dark Lord, they may become the Ministry of Magic themselves...

"The risk is still a bit high...but we can go to Ilvermorny to try it out, maybe they need more detailed information..."

Just as several people were pointing at Jiangshan and talking about their views on the future magic world, a house elf suddenly came over and lowered his head humbly.

"Owner…"

She screamed softly, but this has already aroused the unhappiness of her own master - a qualified house elf should conceal his existence well, and should never appear except for services, especially in a scene like a banquet.

"Please forgive me, Master..." The elf's shrill voice sounded, "You told me that once you get the relevant information over there, you must be notified as soon as possible..."

"It's not an outsider, just say it, Shamuya."

"Yes Master."

She saluted, and said in that distinctive voice, "Master, the British Daily Prophet published the latest news they had, detailing the discovery of a defector Auror, which was brand new. intelligence."

"The Englishman must be in a hurry," said the wizard holding the glass with a gloating look on his face, "They liquidated a large number of Death Eaters, but the Dark Lord came back strong and even took one A huge magical world."

This thing is really funny, for a time this corner is full of cheerful atmosphere.

"Bring the newspaper here, Shamuya, maybe we can do a little favor."

…

The newspapers that were brought were quickly circulated among the wizards, and the smiles on the faces of the wizards disappeared all of a sudden.

According to the newspapers in the UK, the Dark Lord is carrying out a bloodline purification plan to make pure blood more pure...

Sounds really good - but it's really hard to say who the pure blood is...

As a country that doesn't even have a decent wizard blood, they certainly recognize each other as pure-blood nobles in the Canadian magic world, but what about leaving here?

Would British and American pure blood be more pure?

Maybe, maybe not, but who'd bet on it? God knows what the Dark Lord thinks, he didn't even make a public statement - what if he surrendered and was used as fuel for other pure blood?

Life is related, who dares to bet?

Moreover, the Dark Lord didn't even contact the purebloods here before he started - would it really be the same as what was reported in the newspapers, they couldn't wait to start because the American war had stopped and they couldn't find suitable experimental materials. Assassination trying to mess things up and then taking the opportunity to loot the wizard?

If you think about it again, does the Dark Lord think that other people's blood is not pure enough, so their slightly famous pure blood is the appropriate fuel? Who dares to bet on this!

"Otherwise, let's talk..."

"Ah, let's talk about it next time, talk about it next time... Maybe we can go to Australia and have a look, wait for the results here, it's safer there, isn't it..."

"Something makes sense..."

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"It is reported that…"

"Informed sources report..."

"Not yet checked..."

"Raise vigilance..."

Moody looked at the newspaper in his hand, and the whole person was a little dumbfounded.

Obviously it is such a shocking news, but the tone of the news reports in the Ministry is almost all speculation and inference, and there is no one sentence that seems to be reliable - but it looks extremely scary.

If he hadn't been involved in the so-called attack the whole time, he'd be amazed at the **** blood-purification plan, because it really looked like something Voldemort would have done.

Obsessed with pure blood, believed in pure blood, and then thought of restoring pure blood to glory, even using the less pure as fuel...

He put down the newspaper and was about to go to the big office to inquire about it - it was too real, did they get some new sources of information?

However, when he passed the corridor, he found two groups of students facing each other in the empty classroom.

"Mudblood!"

"Oh, firewood."

"Mudblood!"

"Ah, medicinal ingredients."

"Mudblood!"

"Do you want to be drunk, or do you want to be made into a varnish? You Slytherin potions are so good, you must be able to come up with a finished product that you are satisfied with - seriously, do you prefer to be air-dried or concocted? "

"Dirty Mudblood!"

"At least we won't be made into medicine, you guys, tsk tsk..."

"would not!"

"You have so many pure bloods, Potions Academy, I hope that when Professor Snape uses you to make medicine, he can write your names in cursive letters on the label... Ah, this round bottle is Dennis, this crystal The bottle is Jim, tsk tsk...collectible."

Because the scolding was really interesting, Moody rarely did not open the door to control it, but watched it with magic eyes.

The news of the return of the Dark Lord really put a lot of pressure on everyone. In the past two days, there have been many conflicts in the school due to pressure, but today's atmosphere seems to be very strong, and Slytherin's combat effectiveness has suddenly dropped a lot. .

However, the excitement quickly developed towards the duel. Moody took out his wand and was about to go in to stop it, but found that William was also strolling over.

"There's going to be a fight inside~www.readwn.com~Professor William."

There are seventh grade students. In order to better teach, they have previously agreed that they will try not to arrest students who teach, and avoid rebellious psychology. One will be arrested and the other will be persuaded later. The educational effect is very good.

"It's almost graduation exam, and you're still making a fool of yourself!"

William took out his wand angrily, waved it to open the door, and successfully caught a large number of students.

After those students briefly stated things, one student suddenly raised his hand.

"Professor, you are a famous potion master, do you really have such potions?"

William glanced at the student who asked the question, with a smile on his face, "That kind of potion is never in the field of research on my side - but you have to know that it is the Dark Lord..."

ps: There will be more at noon tomorrow, it should be…

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