From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"The professor is not on the train..."

"Yeah, this is really a headache...and the invitation from Professor Slughorn...it's strange, how could he think of inviting two paupers like us?"

Boarding the Hogwarts Express, the twins discussed quietly as they walked.

This is their last year at Hogwarts. After an unpleasant holiday, they still haven't made a final choice about the shop far away from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so they plan to ask their own shop. Former self-defense professor.

A rare professor who gives students bonuses, subsidies and is patient enough to communicate is respected enough by the two of them - they are eager to hear the professor's views on that store.

But now there is another professor who has invited the two of them, which is very strange - after all calculations, they only have one year left to stay at Hogwarts. What does the professor think?

"Yeah, it's weird - it would be normal if he called us into the office for a prank, but inviting us to lunch in the dining car is really..."

But doubts remained doubts, neither of them stopped.

Not to mention having a meal, it is just confinement. Except for a few professors, which professor has not experienced confinement? Quan should just check in and collect - they don't care about the worst case of imprisonment, so what else are they afraid of?

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"Albus is quite interesting."

Slughorn hummed a tune and determined the specifications of lunch.

Normally no professor would be so well prepared for the Hogwarts Express - but he was different.

Through his strong connections and enough Galleons, a portion of the Hogwarts Express dining car was specially stocked, and the temperature and taste were well maintained using magic.

A week before getting on the bus, he had completed most of his homework - he got the list of students from Albus, and then based on the last names of those students, he started to research where they were from and who they were related to. Have a close relationship.

After completing all this, he also obtained the report cards of recent students from Dumbledore, and wrote to several junior colleagues to inquire about the talents of the students in the school.

Although Minerva's side didn't work, there were many professors in the school, and everyone knew the little quirks of the retired former Head of Slytherin. In addition, he was coming to teach again this year, which made it very easy for him to do it. When it comes to student performance.

After all, everyone knows that this professor will not make things difficult for students in class because of his origin and ancestry. He just likes to collect those outstanding guys after class. For comparison...

"The professor named William is also a great guy...It's a pity that he is already a professor..."

Slughorn said to himself regretfully, "But his special exam is a really good reference... and those transcripts are really convenient..."

"The guests will be arriving in a little while. Should I go around the train again to see if there are any outstanding seedlings?"

"By the way, there are also the two youngest children of the Weasley family - the previous children all seemed to be excellent, especially the one named Percy, and Professor William seemed to think highly of him..."

"The performance of the twins has also improved by leaps and bounds, and they have great potential. Later, it is said that they were favored by that cunning guy Karkaroff. I think they have good talents..."

"The remaining two don't know what to do - why aren't they in fifth grade yet?"

He complained, and even complained a little that Professor William was too indulgent towards students below the fourth grade, resulting in a serious lack of data for him to refer to now.

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"Ah sneeze!"

William sneezed, and then looked angrily at the provocative fish swimming not far from the shore.

It was very outrageous - he had obviously lowered the fishing rod in front of him, but instead of eating the bait, the fish floated close to him, with its head above the water, and began to taunt him by opening and closing it.

At first, William was very generous to it - he fished for it, not used magic to get the fish up to eat.

But as the sneeze sounded, he gave up his original idea - this guy is too arrogant and cannot be tolerated.

Watching the guy float to the surface and taunt again, he stretched out his left hand and tapped it lightly on the water. A piece of ice quickly formed where he touched it, and soon froze the guy who didn't know how to live or die. inside.

"William!"

Adams's voice sounded far away, and William quickly waved his left hand to summon the fish with the ice cube using magic. Then he lightly tapped the ice cube, put away the fishing rod, and then turned around, "I'm here This way!"

"Fishing? This one is quite big - do you need me to steam it?"

"Of course," William nodded, "Are you done with the things in the greenhouse?"

"Busy working."

Adams took out the kitchen utensils from his bag and responded to William, "By the way, do you know something new happened today?"

"What's new - those students made a flying car again this time?"

William used the transfiguration technique to slightly create a convenient terrain for eating, and asked without looking back - Hogwarts will have to drive on the track for a whole day to get to the school, what can there be only a few professors in the school? What's new?

"The students haven't even arrived yet, but something very interesting has happened in this year's class schedule!"

"curriculum?"

William stopped what he was doing, "A new professor came this year, the one named Slughorn? Didn't you all know about it a few days ago?"

He does know about this professor - he still has a copy of the bill from Slytherin's small treasury in his hand. The professor's fondness for banquets has caused him big trouble.

Dumbledore also asked for the professor's transcript from him - after considering that his hobby was not to cultivate Death Eaters, he decisively gave it to him.

Can this be considered news?

He tried not to look at Adams and avoid being noticed by Adams that he couldn't hold back his laughter.

"It's not that one. Slughorn is an old professor. Many people know about him - it's Snape!"

"Snape? Oh--yes!"

William suddenly realized that on Snape's side, if Slughorn came, it would indeed be a big problem. It was not like he was the oldest person in the self-defense office. As Snape's professor, Slughorn If you come, it will be really fun.

"I know what you are thinking," Adams smiled extremely happily, "But it's not just that, Professor Snape is actually teaching... hahaha, divination!"

Adams laughed so hard that the fish jumped out of his hands.

But William wasn't much better. His transformation spell almost failed. He took his hand back and looked at Adams seriously, "Divination?"

"That's right, divination!"

The two laughed happily at the same time.

There is no way - as for the subject of divination, you don't need to teach it to those who know it, and those who don't know it just can't teach it.

Most wizards are not good at this and rarely rely on it. The results of this course are also quite low-impact.

Originally, this class was highly biased, but because of the professor's um... Anyway, it was just some minor conflicts that led to the Vice-Principal Professor McGonagall publicly saying several times in class that this thing was a lie, which led to the status of this class. It's even more embarrassing.

"How did he come up with the idea of ​​teaching divination? It's such a waste of talent..."

William laughed for a long time before he stopped - Professor Snape was definitely a master of potions and taught divination. To be honest, it was too much of a talent to be buried, right?

"This has something to do with you..."

Adams laughed as he picked up the fish, "I heard that Professor Snape is determined to reform the curriculum to see if appropriately weighted test papers are also practical in other subjects - but he does not dare to change the Potions class for fear of repercussions. The results are coming, and Professor Slughorn is coming, so he plans to practice his skills..."

"Practice? It's true - it's not impossible to practice in divination class..."

William nodded - the divination test was rigid, and everything was the same. Although it was a little disrespectful to the current professor to use it for practice, it was okay after coordination.

'I hope Professor McGonagall won't be teaching Divination next year, otherwise Professor Trelawney will be very angry...'

"Hey, William, where is the fish injury? Why didn't I see the fishhook..."

Adams suddenly asked a question - which made William, who was considering divination, suddenly lose his mind, "Inside, inside, this guy almost swallowed the hook..."

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"For a long time."

Voldemort sat behind the desk in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office in Ilvermorny, looking at a group of followers who dared not breathe.

"It's been a very long time, a very long time. Your speed has disappointed me tremendously."

He looked at these newly recruited followers with his snake-like eyes, "Who can tell me how long it will be before I see those two people who have been absconding for half a year in this office?"

"Lord Dark Lord..."

A newly recruited follower mustered up the courage to shout, but was frightened by the glowing red eyes, "Master..."

"Say it."

"We suspect that someone is helping him, the former principal - he seems to have left the American wizarding world and gone to Canada. We have cast the Imperius Curse on the wizards at the Immigration and Entry Administration, and we should be able to find him soon. …”

"I hope it's true this time..."

"I won't let you down, Master..."

The Death Eater retreated, and then another Death Eater anxiously shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Master! I managed to control a councilor!"

"Good job, Joe."

Voldemort nodded.

"I took control of one of the personal managers of the President of Congress and knew his whereabouts!"

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"I locked onto the Woolworth Building, where the Magic Congress is located, and prepared to break through its protection!"

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"I contacted the banished werewolf!"

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Because one Death Eater had been praised, the rest of the group began to get excited, and one after another quickly reported their achievements - under the command of the Dark Lord, they used Ilvermorny as their stronghold and went on a rampage. He recruited young people who had recently graduated, and then began to infiltrate the Magic Congress using various convenient conditions.

The newly learned black magic has become the best weapon. As the leader, the Dark Lord has convinced all the pure bloods - power, fear, fame... everything they imagined, all these people who have just stepped into magic Everything that people in society expect is delivered through the shell of black magic.

"Go and finish it, my Death Eaters, and we will make the true wizard enjoy everything he deserves."

Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded, and an almost worshipful look appeared on the faces of the Death Eaters.

They stood up, saluted one after another, then turned and left.

When the last Death Eater left, he carefully closed the door, as if he was afraid of disturbing the Death Eaters inside.

"Still, too weak, too weak..."

Voldemort stroked the Slytherin wand and sighed - the group of Death Eaters who are most easily bewitched, even if they have learned enough dark magic, are still lacking in strength.

He needs more strength, he needs more useful Death Eaters.

But depending on the school, it would be difficult to find Death Eaters strong enough to threaten Aurors in a short time - unless the old team is used.

It's not impossible - he knows those Dementors, and he also knows that his most loyal Death Eaters are in Azkaban. He thought he could convince the Dementors very easily, but that meant a head-on confrontation with Dumbledore.

But he couldn't get away.

There was a huge magical world here, but he didn't even have a complete grasp of Ilvermorny. If Dumbledore discovered it, he felt that the old guy wouldn't give him enough time to develop.

'That fool Bertha...'

He couldn't help but curse secretly - the Death Eater he trusted most at the moment was of course Bertha who helped him complete the resurrection ceremony, but he really couldn't trust Bertha to take over too much work.

'Obviously the blockade of memory has been unlocked, and the influence of the Forgetting Curse should have almost disappeared, but now...'

Facts have proved that Bertha's carelessness has a certain relationship with the Forgetting Curse, but it cannot entirely depend on the Forgetting Curse...

'Wait a minute - after catching the old principal, the security here can be weakened a little, and then we can take the time to bring little Barty out...'

'As for Bertha, let her argue with the deans... and give them a headache...'

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"It's getting worse. When we tried to cross the border today, there were hitmen checking us - when did those guys become so diligent?"

"Change to a hiding place, we found that one before!"

After listening to the report, the old principal decisively issued the order.

They've been hiding around for a long time - it seems like they've been smelled again.

After packing up their things and casting spells to destroy things in the room that could be found through divination or other methods, they quickly began to move.

"Is school starting soon?"

"Well, yes, Professor, it stands to reason that students will return to school today."

"It's the same as Hogwarts. It seems that they are back to school today - no, to be precise, they are the people we imitate."

The old principal smiled and said, "But the Hogwarts Express has never been imitated. The Magic Congress has never approved the establishment of such a railway."

"But to be honest, it really can't be called an express - let's go, let's hide the next target well, and there won't be too many drastic changes in the school."