From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Ouch..."

With a low howl of a wolf, Harry woke up. After a moment of confusion, he recalled that he had fallen asleep using the identity of an Animagus.

Sirius was easy to talk to in other places, but the training in this area was extremely harsh.

Fortunately, he has gotten used to it and has been doing very well.

He jumped out of bed lightly, and then looked at his bed - a pile of wolf hair had fallen out.

After sighing slightly, Harry could only turn a blind eye to it. After all, according to Sirius's request, he had to stay transformed for a long time, even if he was sleeping, let alone changing back for things like making the bed.

Looking down at his front paws, Harry wondered if using a knife and fork would feel strange...

He shook his head, jumped up and opened the door to the room with his front paws, then moved his four legs skillfully towards the kitchen downstairs, ready to have breakfast.

"I hope I can eat something warm today..."

Harry thought this - he was not being abused, the raw meat prepared by Sirius was also of good quality.

However, he found that he liked raw food more and more, and he was a little panicked about this, fearing that he would ask for medium rare steak or eat it raw...

"Perfect, Harry!"

Sirius clapped his hands, then quickly picked up Harry and weighed it, "It seems to be fatter - indeed, one can gain weight in Animagus state..."

"Padfoot!"

Lupine protested seriously, causing Sirius to quickly let go and return to the table, "Okay, okay, Harry, your special transformation training can end for a while. From today on, you will no longer You need to stay in shape all the time.”

"Ouch..."

Harry let out a low cry, then stood up straight. The hair on his body quickly disappeared, the clothes that were incorporated into the skin also emerged, and his front paws turned into hands again...

"some…"

Harry squatted there, not daring to stand up, "I found that I was a little dizzy."

"It's been a long time since you've been transformed. You're somewhat used to that view." Sirius went over and handed his hand to Harry, pulled him up, and then helped him sit down at the table. "How does it feel to return to the original shape after a long period of transformation?"

"I'm still feeling dizzy," Harry leaned back on the chair, feeling something was wrong all over his body, "Will the special training stop today?"

"Yes," Sirius nodded, "You are almost done with basic concealment and getting used to the deformed life, and your skills are enough to deceive others. You need to be slow when it comes to having sex with wolves. Take your time to learn…”

"Fuck a wolf?"

Harry had never heard of such a thing.

"Otherwise, the Aurors and strikers at that time would never have imagined that almost every dog ​​was my eyes and ears. Like that traitor, he could detect a lot of information from rats..."

"It's a pity. There are fewer and fewer wild wolves now. If it were in the Middle Ages, you would probably have the most information among wizards."

Lupine interjected - he didn't want Sirius to dwell too much on which traitor, after all, the revenge had been avenged, and he hoped Sirius could plan more for his future.

"It doesn't matter. Muggles always say that dogs and wolves are almost the same. Harry, you can try to learn..."

Sirius joked with a smile, and changed the topic in time before Lupine spoke, "By the way, there is actually another reason why the special training ended."

He and Lupine looked at each other, their expressions becoming extremely serious, "You should know what time it is this year, right?"

"Um…"

Harry's head was still a little unaccustomed to this field of view at the moment. After being stunned for a while, he still couldn't figure it out. In the end, he had no choice but to shake his head.

"This is the year of OWLs!"

Sirius and Lupine said this almost in unison, and Harry was stunned for a while before accepting the message.

Year of OWLs, yes—wait, year of OWLs!

Harry's face suddenly turned pale - because of the special training during this period, his homework progress has not been increased for a long, long time!

"Yes, that's it. In the next time, you must work hard to complete your homework. We will try our best to help you find information and solve problems that you don't know."

Lupine's tone became quite serious. He already looked like a professor and felt very oppressive when he spoke like this.

The help he said was obviously not what Harry wanted to see. With Merlin's beard, he still had a lot to do in his homework!

Harry, who had not quite adapted to his status as a top student, now recalled his old routine - asking Hermione for help.

Although Hermione will be very angry when she sees that he has not completed his homework, and then there is a high probability that she will directly declare that he will never get any homework from her, but as long as he begs nicely, most of the time he will get it. Life-saving homework will be brought back by Hedwig from afar.

However, in the past, it was my uncle’s family that we had to guard against, but now, we have to guard against Lu Ping…

'It's over...Lupin...'

Harry suddenly wanted to commit suicide. During this period, he was busy with Sirius's special training, and even took time to reply to Qiu's letters. As for Hermione...

A certain first-year student originally planned to take advantage of the summer vacation to cram in his self-defense classes and plan to come to a friend's house for a while and take the self-defense professor's classes, but Harry refused in fear.

Normally, he would welcome Hermione as a guest, but if Hermione really came now, he would have to wait for various explanations when school starts... Thanks to this incident, Harry felt that It’s hard to get life-saving homework on your own.

It was useless to look for Lupin - he had to turn his attention to Sirius for help, but received a helpless look from Sirius.

"Okay, let's see what homework you have left and then make a schedule."

Lupine was unusually selfless. Just when Harry was about to ask Lupine to follow Professor McGonagall's example and let him go for special reasons, Lupine spread his hands.

"Professor William will take care of you after school starts. I gave the homework sheet to Professor William before the holidays."

…

Killer...

Harry fell into a state of semi-despair - when the Quidditch teammates he knew mentioned the professor, they all called their fifth grade time purgatory...

——

"Ah sneeze!"

William sneezed and woke up completely.

I just wanted to complain about something, but I was attracted by the feeling of a foreign object in my mouth. It was a dried mandrake leaf that I had just stuffed it in.

Because the first step of the ceremony can only be performed on the full moon day of each month, William can only perform the first step of holding the leaves near the end of this holiday.

Because he has tried using similar herbs before eating, sleeping, and talking, he is still adapting to it, but he feels strange when he wakes up in the morning.

"Speaking of which, summer vacation is coming to an end again, and I don't know how many of those students are making up for their homework..."

He didn't believe that all those students could complete their homework on time, especially those students who were in fifth grade - because this was the OWLs year, every professor was working hard to give them homework.

Therefore, in theory, most of the students are trying their best to make up for it at this time, but it is not a big problem.

Summer homework is originally a tool to maintain students' learning status. Students who have a plan can adjust themselves after the vacation, while students who do not have a plan will resume their school status by crazily making up homework, so that they will not change during class after the start of school. But the status comes.

"It's time for me to continue preparing for lessons..."

William yawned and got up, looked at the window, the sky was just right.

During this period of time, because of the Horcrux, he never left school at all. He had to patiently check himself every day. Only in the past few days did he relax, take out the papers, ride a broomstick, and then go to the library. Research the knowledge related to Horcruxes.

However, there has been little progress in the latter - I don't know if Dumbledore did it intentionally. Except for the book that William obtained from him, no book in the library mentions the terrifying existence of Horcruxes. .

As for other things... the only thing that can be mentioned is his understanding of curses. After seeing the extremely terrifying curse, William studied the book on voodoo knowledge more deeply. Especially voodoo dolls, he can now create voodoo dolls that can resist most curses and last for more than a month.

"After finishing this paper, I'll go practice flying again..."

Looking at the blue sky outside, William stopped what he was doing and thought about it - although the fish in the Black Lake are still very thin these days, they are barely enough to cause harm. After flying, just find a corner to eat a fish. Already…

That's good, very good...

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"Albus, I'm back..."

In Dumbledore's office, a dusty man with gray hair sat unceremoniously on the chair in front of Dumbledore and picked up the dessert on the table without any notice.

"How was the trip, Alastor?"

"Very bad…"

Moody tore open the outer packaging, then sniffed it with his broken nose, and then stuffed it into his mouth, "If you ask me, the Ministry of Magic over there is terrible - oh, by the way, they call it magic. As for Congress…it’s just terrible anyway.”

"How bad?"

Dumbledore ordered the table and two drinks appeared.

Moody poured some out on the table, then mixed some potions with him, and then started to pick up his own cup, "It's a mess. They even affected the magical world in Canada..."

"What's even more ridiculous is that even though the chaos is like that, those guys from the Magic Congress still firmly believe that they have no problem at all and everything is under control!"

"I never thought there would be such an outrageous thing - even though the Purifiers showed up, those guys from the Magic Congress turned a blind eye!"

Moody complained, "I originally wanted to help Ilvermorny find out who was planning everything there, but I couldn't get a clue at all!"

"It's true that I can easily find someone who may be a dark wizard among a group of normal wizards, but there are dark wizards everywhere, how can I find them..."

After all, Ilvermorny has only been established for a short period of time, so the private sector still maintains a large number of correspondence classes and the traditional one-to-one model of wizard master-apprentice training.

When people find that chaos has arisen and the Ministry of Magic is temporarily unable to deal with it, black magic that is so easy to use and has powerful attack power naturally becomes the first choice for wizards to protect themselves.

A drop of water is almost impossible to detect in a lake, and a dark wizard is almost impossible to detect in a country where everyone is exposed to black magic.

What's more, Moody is a former British Auror, and law enforcement is controversial in the British wizarding community, let alone the American wizarding community. In addition to secretly helping the principal prepare several safe strongholds, he also disposed of them. Except for a few chasers with a keen sense of smell, nothing could help.

"Unless the Ministry of Magic comes forward or you come forward, no one can solve it..."

Moody took a big sip of his drink and then looked at the furnishings in Dumbledore's office, "Why is Fawkes reborn again? Didn't I remember that it was reborn not long ago?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then pretended not to hear, and picked up the original topic, "It's impossible. The Ministry of Magic has no reason to interfere in the affairs of other magical worlds. It's even more impossible for me. The Ministry of Magic can't do anything. I’m even less suitable for things like that.”

"If you're not suitable, Albus, what's going on over there..."

Moody shook his head mid-sentence - some of the education Aurors received finally emerged, and they really should not interfere too much in those matters.

"Dumbledore, where's the phoenix?"

The portrait on the wall suddenly interrupted - a rare occurrence.

But unexpectedly, Dumbledore did not stop him, and the other portraits did not criticize him. Some of them even laughed.

Moody was stunned.

Dumbledore showed a helpless expression, "Fawkes...is cursed..."

"Who did it?"

Moody's eyes widened - there are still students in Hogwarts who dare to do such a thing?

Are you a Gryffindor student? No one has kicked the door of Professor McGonagall's office yet. Who is so bold as to directly challenge Dumbledore's Phoenix?

The voice on the other side of the painting picked up the topic, "Itself!"

Then there was another burst of murmured ridicule.

Dumbledore looked helpless, "I was looking at a ring, and there was actually a very powerful curse on it. Then when I was trying to use various methods to study the curse, Fawkes came over and pecked it..."

The temptation of the ring was too great. Although he knew he couldn't bring it, and he was also considering how to deal with creatures like dementors, he couldn't help but take out the ring and take a closer look - who knew Fox would come over to have fun? My heart pecked, but I couldn't stop it...

Originally, I was still struggling with whether to use the dementors abandoned by the Ministry of Magic to deal with it, but now I don’t need to struggle with this issue.

As long as you find a way to destroy that soul, the resurrection stone will be available...

…

The matter was so outrageous that Moody didn't know what to say for a moment - he could only say that he was worthy of being the phoenix of Gryffindor...

He also understood why the old principals on the wall were laughing wildly.

To be honest, looking at the wrinkled bird, he even wanted to laugh. It’s okay to regenerate yourself after just one sip…