From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Can I not have it?"

Lupine looked at the flowers that had just been delivered with a look of reluctance on his face - today was the day that Fudge was coming. The professor who was responsible for the entire reception and protection had already put on brand new wizard robes, but those who wanted to leave Flowers in buttonholes…

"No, this is a matter of etiquette, Professor Lupin."

William handed over the flowers without any explanation, "You have to stand guard at the gate and greet those who come from the Ministry of Magic in your best manner."

"Except for the fifth grade students, the rest of the students have even had their classes adjusted. You have to think about their efforts!"

…

After a while of busy work, Lupine was driven to the door to greet him with some reluctance. William also smiled and returned to his office to change his wizard robe. He had no fifth grade classes today. Need to follow and have a look.

Although the end of class was briefly delayed except for fifth-year students, adjusting the class schedule was the best solution - not only did Hogwarts not charge tuition, but it also didn't even charge for meals, and the Ministry of Magic spent a lot of Galleons on it. Above, if the minister comes to visit, this time price still has to be paid.

And to put it bluntly - including fifth grade students, there are few students who don't want to take advantage of this time to take a break. Anyway, students are not used for general cleaning at Hogwarts...

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"It should be coming soon...Today's game is actually against personnel from the Ministry of Magic..."

While looking into the distance, Adams chatted with William about today's Quidditch, "To be honest, I think today's game should be a one-sided crushing..."

"You still have to ask? Unless they invite them directly to the professional team, otherwise it's just the employees of the Ministry of Magic - you don't know what they were like when they were studying?"

Professor Taylor hurried over and after listening to two sentences, he interrupted without even breathing.

This comment caused the people around to laugh wildly - after all, there is nothing wrong with this at all. Among the employees of the Ministry of Magic, this group of professors can tell you a lot about how they got in, especially on things like football skills. Needless to say.

Anyone who has some talent is basically attracted by those league clubs, and very few people enter the Ministry of Magic - and here at Hogwarts, even if it is a temporarily formed school team, the ones selected are basically professional players. We are young seedlings who are familiar with each other after many years of confrontation. Shouldn't they hang up and fight?

"I think we need to tell the players who are officially off the field not to play too ugly, give up a few points, and don't make the game a big score."

Another professor interjected, causing everyone to nod - one hundred and fifty points for the Snitch, plus the basic point difference. If these players don't hold back, a gap of more than three hundred points would be too much...

Because the professors were a little too loud, Professor McGonagall turned around and frowned. After confirming that everyone had calmed down, he turned around and walked towards the Quidditch team.

There were only so many things to visit. Fudge took a look at buildings like the greenhouse at Hogwarts, watched a friendly football match, gave a public speech, and communicated with Dumbledore for about half an hour, during which the reporter took photos. Just a few photos and that's it.

That's all. The situation in the greenhouse has been good, there are no students causing trouble in the speeches, and Albus's communication is not a problem - so the friendly competition is the highlight, and the professors' speeches still make some sense.

They are here to donate money, so they can’t let people lose too badly. This needs to be communicated with Mrs. Huo Qi and let her say something in the preparations before the game. Don’t let the players of the improvised team win or lose. The desire is too strong.

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"Tell me, has it started yet?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to practice spells, Dean asked the roommates around him.

"I don't know, we couldn't watch the first Quidditch match of the new school year..."

Seamus lamented that he was a huge Quidditch fan, but fifth years had no part in today's game...

The two of them plus Neville, Ron, and Harry had just been in a five-person dormitory. Now that Harry has gone to the competition, the rest of the people are all here to listen to the class.

"Ron, by the way, how was your time at Professor William's solitary confinement yesterday?"

Seamus suddenly changed the topic as if he thought of something, and asked Ron on the side - ever since Ron was selected for the academy team, he liked to talk about Quidditch-related things with Ron.

This wasn't because he was following others' trends - he didn't like talking about Quidditch with Ron when Ron was a prefect, simply because he always felt that Ron's Quidditch level was too poor and he couldn't be considered a real fan.

There was no way around it. Ron's favorite team, Charlie Cannon, had always been at the bottom of the league. It was a bad team among bad teams. According to Quidditch fans, fans of Charlie Cannon were not even qualified to breathe. He had no words to ridicule. Ron doesn't understand that even a little bit of Quidditch is considered friendly...

"Ron?"

Seeing that Ron didn't respond, Seamus shouted again, and Ron finally came back to his senses and agreed, "Well, my confinement is a bit... troublesome..."

"Professor William's confinement..."

Seamus shook his head, "Why did you think of holding Harry down just because you felt he was being harassed? This is the first time Professor Binns has been so angry..."

Harassing the flies was an excuse that he and Harry came up with to deceive others, but Ron didn't have the energy to pay attention to it now. He attended a class anxiously last night and performed amazingly well on some small curses.

So, he mustered up the courage to write a letter to his family, carefully describing the current situation and the difficulties he encountered, hoping to get some advice from his family.

Therefore, he is always looking forward to his owl bringing back letters, and he is not even that concerned about Quidditch - according to Professor William, he has a rare talent there, and this is the first time he has heard of it. Some people use such words to describe themselves.

"It's none of my business - it's not Fred and George who should be punished..." Ron noticed that he was stunned for a while, and muttered deliberately, trying to cover up his daze, "Which of them will be punished?" None of them went!”

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"Ah sneeze!"

Fred sneezed and looked at George, who was also a little uncomfortable, "Is Professor McGonagall talking about us again?"

"I have obviously promised that I will never cause trouble in this event...at most, I will hit the opponent's butt with a Bludger..."

George put on his game uniform and complained, "Anyway, that guy Ron is not here, how can we beat our teammates..."

"That is to say - although yesterday because of him, we were dragged to the professor's office and asked for a long time what kind of prank we had played on Professor Binns..."

The two of them were chatting with each other, and seemed completely out of tune with the teammates around them. As twins, they had a tacit understanding that far exceeded those of other colleges' corresponding players, so they were naturally selected, but the rest of the candidates were rejected by other colleges. People have been replaced at every turn.

"You still have to control yourself, don't win too much..."

Mrs. Huo Qi's words came to mind again, and the two of them were a little listless - when the opponent is too weak, even the game is not that interesting.

"I'm coming!"

Mrs. Huo Qi reminded her in a low voice!

A group of players quickly looked into the distance - Hagrid, as the most obvious sign, had already come into view. In theory, he should be at the door and coming over could only mean one thing, personnel from the Ministry of Magic were here.

"Get ready, remember what I said, don't embarrass the guests too much..."

Mrs. Huo Qi gave her last instructions.

"no problem!"

The players responded cheerfully.

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"Let's fight those kids...can you pull out your wand?"

While Fudge was talking to Professor McGonagall, the selected Ministry of Magic employees whispered their opinions.

We all came from Hogwarts, and we can still deceive ourselves with our magic power. If we say it doesn't work for Quidditch, it really doesn't work. Although the ministry even prepared a brand new Nimbus 2003 for them. But this is a broomstick. Something?

Everyone came here when they were students, and they know how much they weigh - wouldn't it be embarrassing to let them play?

Why can't we duel?

In a duel, they can even fight two students at the same time!

"Which bastard would give such damn advice to the minister - this is so, is it embarrassing to play against the selected school team?"

"That's right..."

"Hush - keep your voice down, at least our brooms are better than theirs, maybe we can win. We can't be equipped with so many new light wheels when we are students!"

The temporary captain comforted his players, or tried hard not to let them give up before the game started.

Although our training hours are too long, our talents are not as good as those of our opponents, and our staff coordination is a mess, we have such beautiful new brooms! How can a poor student on the school team be so good—wait a minute?

Did he see it wrong?

Must be a mistake?

That thing - the temporary captain rubbed his eyes, and then looked at his teammates, hoping that they were well-informed and could tell him that it was not true by identifying the broom grade and production time at a glance.

"Firebolt!"

Well - sure enough, wait?

His neck felt a little stiff, and the people around him were also stunned.

"Yes, it's the Firebolt."

"That's right, it's definitely a Firebolt..."

The morale that was finally built up - it's over...

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"Let's go to the classroom and have a look. We are still studying hard for the future of the magical world."

Fudge showed a perfect smile and walked toward the castle under the leadership of Professor McGonagall while letting reporters take pictures.

"Don't disturb their study, I'm just looking through the window at the back."

With a kind smile, he ordered the reporters and accompanying Ministry of Magic officials, and then, led by Professor McGonagall, he took several photos of students studying at the back door of the classroom.

Then, a group of people began to walk towards the stadium in a detour. The remaining students and participants had already arrived at the stadium and were waiting for them to pass.

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"They were very brave and dared to fight..."

Fudge tried hard to keep the expression on his face from changing color - he was not a professional Quidditch player, but he was not blind either!

No, the broomsticks that were purchased together, the other party let loose, and then they still lost so miserably?

Everyone is deliberately letting their guard down! You didn't aim at the door!

As for the seeker - well, he had to admit that the level of the seeker was pretty good. At least he was not knocked to the ground by various false moves, and there was no obvious situation where the snitch showed up and could not be found.

After all, his opponent had a Firebolt and was extremely powerful - because of the Quidditch craze in the wizarding world, Fudge had taken a lot of extra lessons on this. He wanted to create a people-friendly image, and basic common sense mistakes would still not be violated.

Fortunately, the score was quite impressive - although the players played extremely fake, the score was tight, and that was enough.

When Fudge couldn't hold on anymore, Harry, as a seeker, finally ended this nightmare and captured the Golden Snitch in one fell swoop.

This made Fudge particularly happy when he handed out the awards - none of the Quidditch World Cups he participated in made him so uncomfortable.

'Almost over…'

He felt a little emotional - the next step was to talk to Dumbledore about things in the magical world as usual, and go over to ask for some advice.

He has done this kind of thing many times and is familiar with it.

'Let's end this visit like this - the score is not bad...it's not a foreign war, it's harmless...'

With this thought in mind, he walked towards Dumbledore's office.

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"He's coming back?"

Fudge's eyes widened—five minutes, no, two minutes ago he couldn't believe he would get such an answer from Dumbledore.

"You're kidding, Dumbledore."

He stammered, "The mysterious man...is back? That's nonsense. Stop joking, Dumbledore..."

"Yes, he should be back."

Dumbledore repeated, "At least judging from the existing evidence, that's the case."

Fudge looked at Dumbledore and couldn't accept it at all - he desperately wished that today was April Fool's Day and Dumbledore said something like I was joking.

"What evidence?"

"Some investigations and speculations... made by Professor William, Voldemort should have been resurrected in the United States."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Auror didn't report, and the striker - the United States?"

Fudge shouted, and halfway through he realized something was wrong - America?

"That Professor William, how did he know? He - no, the mysterious man can't come back. How could he come back? I want to see that Professor William!"

"I have already informed him to come over..."

Dumbledore looked at Fudge - he didn't expect Fudge to react like this, he made a mistake.

When Fudge refused to look at those speculations, William hurried over and figured out what happened in a few words.

He immediately lay down next to Fudge's ear and whispered a few words.

"...You're kidding, Professor William."

Fudge looked at William and shook his head, shaking his head desperately.

"I need a little time, Dumbledore...give me a little more time...I will notify people to make a record..."

He was a little uncertain, with hesitation on his face.

Fudge left in a hurry, but the sound he just heard still lingered in his ears.

"He's someone released by the Magical Congress of the United States of America..."

"In the event of conflict, re-election is impossible in a wartime state, and Mr. Crouch will not be able to participate in the election..."

"Minister...Minister Millicent Barnold, who won the war, was re-elected for ten years..."