From Azkaban To Hogwarts

When Rolf Scamander yawned and climbed out of bed, the sun was already high.

He had just returned from a long and dangerous journey and was still jet-lagged.

It stands to reason that he should sleep until noon, then lazily go out to find some food, and then go to the newspaper office to report his return status - he is employed by the Daily Prophet and has a column of his own, and this adventure is also about Went with a similar name.

But this morning's reservation disrupted his plan - he didn't expect that the respectable gentleman was so eager to hear his first-hand information.

'It's exactly what my grandfather said... Dumbledore is really impatient...'

He put on his clothes and took a look at his home. After making sure that he didn't have time to do a careful cleaning, he decisively used his wand to clean up the living room, and then closed the doors of other rooms tightly, pretending that he couldn't see it.

After completing everything, he decisively placed several orders through Owl, waiting for the legendary principal's visit.

But the other party flew back faster than an owl - not long after placing the order, the doorbell rang.

He hurried to the door and opened it with surprise.

An old man with white hair and beard stood at the door, with a smile on his face, "Good morning, Rolf - I'm very happy that the person facing me is not a wand or a fake body or something."

This made Rolf confused, but he happily welcomed Dumbledore in and sat on the sofa.

"It's a bit messy, I haven't had time to clean it up yet..."

When he saw the dust in the corner of the sofa that had been forgotten to be swept, he shook his head and waved his wand while explaining apologetically.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm afraid you have suffered a lot during this period..." Dumbledore shook his head, "If it weren't for the fact that we couldn't find suitable people, I shouldn't have entrusted you with this matter."

"Actually, it's not bad... I really enjoyed this adventure. It also allowed me to see what my grandmother's hometown is like now. It feels pretty good." He smiled brightly. "It's just that my skin is darker. It's really... Somewhat distressing…”

But after a simple complaint, he quickly became serious.

"This time I visited thirteen states where wizards have frequent activities, investigated more than forty attacks, interviewed hundreds of victims, and roughly circled the scope of activities."

"Based on the extreme distance that most wizards can disapparate, I briefly speculated on their possible hiding places. The Massachusetts area where Ilvermorny is located is indeed the most suspected one."

"In addition, I inspected the local magical creature protection system, which is almost on the verge of collapse. I found that in addition to some magical creatures being ruthlessly hunted by poachers, some animals with serious banned materials on their bodies are being hunted on a large scale. Killing..."

"Also," he said while rummaging through his box, "several intelligent creatures that you specifically asked me to pay attention to have moved closer to Muggle society from their previous habitats. This is what I roughly translated. A picture drawn after finding their migration traces.”

He put the things he investigated on the table and shook his head, "No matter how you look at it, it looks like there's going to be a war over there - he should be really back and ready to start a war at any time. .”

"It's a pity that they were too careful," Luo Fe shook his head. "I didn't find conclusive evidence. Otherwise, maybe we could try to avoid war."

In response, Dumbledore smiled and shook his head - before all the Horcruxes were found, Voldemort was almost impossible to kill. When there were only a few puzzle pieces left, he had to be careful and careful to keep the secret to prevent Voldemort from discovering it.

He is no longer young, so this time he must hit the mark.

If Voldemort was killed half-dead like he was more than ten years ago, and took another ten years to resurrect, then he would really have no power to deal with him.

"Very helpful, Rolf."

Dumbledore changed the subject, nodded towards him, and then took out the gift he had brought to him - another batch of Blast-Ended Skrewt eggs cultivated by Hagrid.

"This is the egg of the magical creature Blast-Ended Skrewt used in last year's Triwizard Tournament. There were not many left after the last competition. Maybe you will like it."

Rolf is a magical biologist like his grandfather, but he is not as famous as his grandfather - if it were not given by Dumbledore, he would not be qualified to breed hybrid magical creatures.

There was nothing he could do, he had only graduated for a little over four years, and Newt, who was expelled back then, now strictly prohibited him from learning from his illegal breeding of creatures...

"Of course, I saw a lot of introductions to it from the Triwizard Tournament brochures."

Luofu responded cheerfully, his face full of joy.

This joy made Dumbledore stop talking about the rest of the topic - although he only intends to reorganize the Order of the Phoenix, maybe Rolf is not so suitable for the job of the Order of the Phoenix...

"Well, thank you, Rolf, for making such a trip for an old guy like me - you should take a few days off for yourself."

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"Is there a letter from Mr. Batty? Very good, put it over there and I will approve it."

In the principal's office in Ilvermorny, Bertha listened to the Purifier's report quite calmly, with no expression on her face.

This made the Purifier retreat reluctantly, fearing that something would happen to the First Death Eater.

After meeting a series of Death Eaters such as Barty and Bella, they were deeply afraid of this man who was firmly the number one Death Eater.

After he retreated and closed the door, Bertha breathed a sigh of relief, carefully picked up her wand and began to open the letter.

This kind of letters were specially encrypted and covered with less obvious magic. She opened the drawer and carefully disassembled them step by step according to the steps noted above.

There was no way, that guy was the ruthless guy who broke out of Azkaban. The third thing Bertha was afraid of right now was Barty Jr. - and after that, there was Bella who always looked like she wanted to kill someone. .

[Everything is fine, quite smooth.

I need more money, more potions. 】

There were only two sentences in the letter, without a beginning or an end. It looked fierce, but Bertha breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter if she wants something - it's not the time to open a store anyway. At that time, Nat really had to break the flowers... But now, under the management of the Dark Lord, she can get whatever she needs from the warehouse. Discover.

This is much more comfortable than opening a store in the first place - there is plenty of money, supplies, etc., and she doesn't have to worry about whether there is enough.

‘Ah…it’s time to approve the next batch of supplies! ’

She shook her head, wrote down what Barty wanted, and then started working on the next demand list.

(ps: Due to special reasons, I’ll leave it like this for today…)