From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It's really boring to not be able to transform..."

The striker shook his head and threw away the whip that had been deformed, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"How can your transformation skills break through Dumbledore's restrictions? Don't overestimate yourself!"

The people next to him laughed and cursed, then kicked the unconscious Peter, then took out the magic potion, clicked the wand, opened his mouth, and fell down in mid-air.

"A good potion is really a waste."

"What a waste, this is a normal investment - let's go, it's almost dusk, this is not a good place to spend the night."

The two of them closed the cell door while talking and laughing, then locked it with magic and left directly.

The dementors would take over and treat the prisoner well. Over the years, Sirius was the only one who had successfully escaped from prison, and that loophole had been closed.

‘Survived. ’

Not long after the beater left, Peter Pettigrew struggled to get up, half leaning against the wall, and breathing hard.

As the chest rose and fell rhythmically, the marks from the blows began to gradually recover, and eventually even the scars disappeared.

'It's not that bad...I'm still alive. ’

He stood up with difficulty. Using magic to recover from his injuries was far less difficult for him than for other wizards - during the twelve years of dressing up as a mouse, he barely held a wand for a day. Adult wizards are accustomed to losing It was impossible for him to lose the ability to cast spells with his wand.

'I survived the murderer Black...' he sighed, 'and Dumbledore... and the dementors... none of them killed me...'

'Azkaban...it's so nice here...'

'Will Dumbledore stop Black? ’

'I just barely... escaped... but it's not a bad place... if Black doesn't come here. ’

Pettigrew murmured to himself, but suddenly felt that the surroundings had become extremely cold...the fear of being bitten off half of the body by a black dog...the scene of being chased by that damn cat...

He couldn't help but raise his head and look out the window - the sunset that could barely be seen was completely blocked, and the tattered robes occupied all the places in the iron railings.

Three...no, five...or more...

But he no longer had the mind to think about this. He couldn't even control his hands and feet. They were as cold as ice cubes, like prosthetic limbs, but they didn't look like human limbs.

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'I'm alive…'

'I'm alive. ’

The cold tide receded, sporadic thoughts emerged, and Peter Pettigrew slowly felt his body.

'Just... just...'

He couldn't help but shudder, then trembled quickly, unable to speak a word.

"Peter...hey, Peter."

A sharp and frightening voice came out, and a ferocious face suddenly appeared in the window of the opposite cell. Then, clusters of terrifying thorns suddenly grew in the open space between the two cells, and they headed towards the cell where Peter was. It spread rapidly and bound him tightly before he could react.

The sharp thorns naturally pierced the skin as the thorns grew, and they drank the blood thirstily.

"Peter, I've been looking for you for a long time, Peter."

The madman opposite shouted vaguely, with a strange smile on his face.

"Peter?"

A human face appeared in another cell, equally twisted and equally terrifying.

Then came the next one, and the next one, and even from a place where he couldn't see it, there was a cry like an evil spirit demanding life, "Peter... Peter..."

"Crazy people, these crazy people!"

He struggled hard, not even caring about the wildly growing thorns trying to pull out more flesh and blood.

After being bruised and bruised, he finally managed to escape through the window.

"Hahaha, Peter, you're here...Peter..."

"Jie Jie..."

“…”

Various meaningful or meaningless sounds were made, making Peter tremble while hiding in the corner.

'Madmen...are all madmen...'

Endless fear rose suddenly like a tide, from the instep to the thigh to the chest, even the breathing was suppressed, but there was no intention of stopping.

Neck, mouth, nose…

'I'm alive…'

'Yes, I'm still alive...'

The dark, bone-chilling water stopped.

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"That snot... If my great-great-grandfather was the worst headmaster at Hogwarts, then he must be the worst headmaster in this school. He should really go see my great-great-grandfather. I think the two of them must talk. Come."

Sirius sat on the hospital bed, trying to calm down his anger - although Snape was so angry that he directly attacked him, he didn't feel much better.

Lupine hurriedly tried to smooth things over. After getting along with him for this period of time, he could see that except for the torture he suffered in Azkaban, the rest of his good friend's personality was exactly the same as before and had not changed. Change.

William on the other side was too embarrassed to laugh out loud on the spot, so he could only laugh secretly - Sirius was no different from the Gryffindor who had just graduated from seventh grade, and even had a worse temper.

"By the way, Professor William, are you here?"

After a few curses, Lupine quickly changed the subject - he was not afraid of Snape, but all the medical potions of Sirius, an idiot, came from other people's hands, so he naturally did not dare to be so unscrupulous.

'The main thing is to see if Snape will come over to challenge you for a duel after getting angry with Harry... The scenes of orthodox academic wizards fighting are very helpful for teaching reference...'

But this obviously cannot be said openly.

"I heard from students that there was an accident in class, so I came over to see if there were any seriously injured students."

William said something he didn't even believe, and then changed the subject, "Has Dumbledore been here?"

"The principal hasn't been here yet. He is currently communicating with the Ministry of Magic, but he just asked the owl to bring over a bunch of desserts."

Lupine said as he handed the basket over naturally, "Have some, Professor William. It's the best seller in Diagon Alley."

Such an invitation was hard to refuse. William naturally reached out and took it, and then started talking with Lupine and Sirius.

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"In other words, Mr. Black has no intention of going to Azkaban to seek revenge now? This is a good thing - it is not worth sending himself there just to kill an Azkaban prisoner."

William swallowed a mouthful of dried mango and said with a smile.

"If possible, I actually still want to kill him... although staying in Azkaban may torture that guy even more."

Sirius shook his head, his murderous intent still strong.

"Invasion of Azkaban will not be easy."

"It's not difficult either."

Sirius shook his head and retorted, his expression serious.

"It's difficult to say, but not so difficult to do...Although the Ministry of Magic has been committed to describing the horror of Azkaban, the defensive strength is just that..."

If someone else had said this, William would have turned around and left without saying a word, but since this was the only prison escapee in front of him, he really couldn't refute this.

"Azkaban's defense is mainly traffic and guarding, plus there is no wand."

"But after I transformed, I slipped out while they were delivering food. The dementors didn't even react. Then, I swam out of the magically controlled sea near Azkaban..."

Sirius recalled his escape while eating chocolate frogs, "The Ministry of Magic believes in the dementors too much. In fact, as long as you deceive the dementors, escaping from them is much easier than escaping from the strikers."

William was speechless after saying this - deceiving the dementors...

It sounds like a very reliable thing, but after studying the dementors for a long time in the books from there, I haven't found any way to deceive the dementors.

If there was one, the prisoners in Azkaban would probably spend their entire lives to replace it.

After all, William still subconsciously excluded the spells he knew.

'Occlumency is certainly not enough... but is there a more powerful way to resist Dementors than Occlumency? ’

‘Stacking spells? Animagus deceives by turning into animals...the book says animals...'

'The Imperius Curse forcibly controls...this should not be relevant...'

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After thinking about it for a long time, the problem returned to its original point.

'Animagus...the most advanced form of transformation...'

Although he mastered the method of killing Dementors and the Patronus Charm, William suddenly developed a yearning for Animagus.

Before, he felt that it was a waste of time to learn such a spell that had little effect on attack and defense. However, after hearing Black's personal account, the attraction of this spell suddenly became greater.

"Speaking of which," Sirius briefly described his escape journey and then asked Lupine, "When are we going to teach Harry the Animagus?"

"At that time, maybe we can run around Hogwart together again?"

"He's only in third grade, Padfoot."

Lupine smiled helplessly, "It took you a long time to master it... It was too early for him."

"Okay, if it doesn't work, I'll teach him." Sirius rubbed his hair, but he didn't touch it - his hair was bald by Madam Pomfrey and it hasn't grown back yet.

This discovery made him laugh loudly - "There is no hair left, Lupin. When I first transformed, I was a little worried that my hair would be lost... That was a common problem with transformation... Now it has indeed happened happened."

'So what exactly was your group transformation back then...'

William complained, and then he instantly realized something was wrong - running together?

If he runs while transforming, then Lupine...should be in the transformed state.

‘Can Animagus stop the werewolf’s curse? ’

It was difficult for werewolves to control their desire to attack, and William did not believe that Lupine was an exception - if he was, then Wolfsbane Potion would certainly not be needed.

'In other words, Animagus can resist the werewolf curse that cannot be lifted now...'

'What about other curses? ’

William was silent for a moment - I really want to capture an Animagus for experiments...experiments on the toxicity of potions...experiments on the effects of curses...

For a moment, a terrible thought even passed through his mind. If Pettigrew had not been sent out in time, but...

No, no, no... This kind of experiment on yourself is okay, but using other wizards to do it is really creepy.

It's better to learn on your own, but that will only happen if you improve and improve your transfiguration skills - and it has to be during the summer.

'You have to keep your mouth shut for a month to get started... It's too unfriendly to the professor... But I think the students will be quite happy...'

'It depends on luck and weather... If it doesn't work... is it possible to find a Thunderbird? ’

'What am I thinking... Hagrid... no, no, no, he will definitely catch him, but I can't do this... Mandrake is a trivial matter after all, but Thunderbird is...'

On the other side, Sirius, who didn't know anything, had a huge change in his expression while recalling. After a long time, he shouted with surprise:

"By the way, I remembered something!"

He suddenly laughed, "Now that that bastard Peter is gone, you can enjoy it!"

"I was in the deepest part of Azkaban," he explained to the puzzled audience, "I was locked up with those Death Eaters, but they went crazy very quickly, and occasionally they would be normal for a while during the day. .”

"I still remember that those guys were cursing Peter when they were talking in their sleep, complaining that he provided information to the Dark Lord, which caused the Dark Lord to disappear."

Sirius laughed and explained, "I don't know what those madmen will do. Some of them are clever dark wizards - maybe Peter would have died inside without me going!"

"His identity was not kept secret?"

"Yes, many Death Eaters know," Sirius' face turned ferocious, "otherwise why would that guy fake his death? But now he might really die inside!"

"Then is there any other news? For example, the candidates for the Death Eaters...their organizational discipline...or the ranking of the Death Eaters?"

William asked a little eagerly - something like talking in sleep might reveal some shocking secrets, and he was looking forward to it very much.

"This doesn't seem to be the case," Sirius thought carefully and shook his head, "And to be honest, if the original accusation was not true, it would be almost impossible to try it now. I am from the Black family, and pure blood stuff... huh, at that time If you don’t catch it, you’ll never think about it again.”

These words were very sincere, and William could only shake his head and accept this - after a year of investigation last year, there really was no breakthrough this year...

'Most of my energy was focused on Blake...' William rolled his eyes covertly, 'but the other party was not guilty! ’

"However, the Death Eater organization is not ranked... Anyway, in prison, they occasionally mentioned the Dark Lord's love and achievements..." Sirius tried hard to recall those few words that he thought were useless at the beginning, trying to provide William with useful information. information.

Although the memory of Azkaban was not something worth remembering for him, for Harry's sake, he was quite happy to give Professor William all the help he could - Harry said that after he ran away from home, This professor helped him for a long time.

"No order? All based on the Dark Lord's favor? A group of Death Eaters vying for the Dark Lord's favor?"

William was completely confused - was he reading a harem novel? The inside of a Death Eater organization that has taken the British wizarding world by storm is worse than those purely entertainment novels?

Seeing a pureblood take on a Death Eater, this...

He didn't dare to think about it.