From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Owls are truly a magical species..."

William weighed the unactivated door key in his hand and nodded in praise in the small temporary residence.

It stands to reason that he was hiding in Africa, and Dumbledore was wandering around somewhere. Not only could the owl use the power of magic to trace people without an address, but it also miraculously used the power of magic to complete the delivery of emails in a very short time.

'As incredible as the elves, it is probably another kind of racial magic...'

'If I have time in the future, I will definitely follow the owl and study its flight path. Maybe I can find some way to escape...'

‘Forget it, don’t worry about it later, just this semester! ’

While William was feeding the guy who came back to deliver the message, he was cleaning up the traces he had left in an orderly manner, and at the same time cleaning up the only back door left on the hero's body where he could be found.

'Dumbledore's reply said that he would be able to arrive near me in about a day, and then carefully search for my location. ’

‘If I make a big noise, he can find my location and come to the rescue within a quarter of an hour. ’

"That's it."

William released the temporarily rented owl, "Based on the tone in the letter, this is simply tempting me to make a trap and fight with the other party."

It is the door key that comes first and can escape at any time, and the promise that it will come within a quarter of an hour after the fight. The combination of the two makes it a bit disappointing to have such a good configuration if you don't fight.

Although Dumbledore's original intention was probably to tell William that he was there for everything and not to give up even if he was caught up with him. If he had a chance to escape, he would activate the portkey and run. If there was no chance, he would wait for rescue. But William had no intention of going that way. think.

He was working on time converters there and preparing homework for the children during the summer vacation. He lived a very fulfilling life every day and had no intention of changing his itinerary. As a result, he went to the market temporarily and was targeted. , I have been chasing him all the way until now, and I haven’t even eaten a few bites of hot rice.

If there was the complete Dark Lord behind him, he would definitely have activated the Portkey and run away without saying a word, but now - isn't that guy not resurrected yet?

Even if he is resurrected, how can he catch up without seeing the gap between the two sides with his own eyes?

Except for Harry and Dumbledore, there are not many people in the wizarding world who have been able to repel the Dark Lord's attack, not to mention that there is a high probability that the guy behind him will not be resurrected.

The opponent's ambush would most likely kill him, but while he was escaping, he used his time to set up a counterattack site, and then fought with the opponent again. If this didn't give him a chance to escape, what kind of professor would he be? It would be embarrassing. .

"One more day of running... I'll find a suitable place to squat tomorrow and test the opponent's moisture. After chasing me for so long, it's time to collect interest, right?"

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"This way! The other party should have rested for two hours..."

After chasing them all the way, Mad-Eye didn't even need to identify them personally. The strikers could find temporary hiding spots that had not been cleaned very well.

Compared to them taking turns looking for traces, taking turns to rest, bite and chase after traces, the person in front can no longer run away.

Even the rest time is reduced to two hours. Which wizard can bear it?

Neither the retired Auror who led the team nor the batters who assisted were naive. They knew better than anyone else that this meant victory was coming.

They're winning this cat-and-mouse game.

"Rest for an hour. You two continue to follow the traces. When you find the target, you will apparate back and take us there."

"No problem, Captain."

The two batters who were called excitedly shouted - they were very close to the target, and maybe they would win in the next moment.

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"Stones, trees, plants, herbs..."

"And this, the vital water flow..."

William yawned and looked at the ambush location he had chosen. Although it was a bit closer than expected, if he ran further away, he probably wouldn't be able to find such a suitable ambush location.

"That's it. Let me see which bastard is behind me. He chased him so far and refused to stop."

He took out his magic wand and began to set the trap in earnest.

Bottle after bottle of potions were taken out, poured out as if they were free, or evaporated into powder, or mixed, or slightly isolated with magic, and then carefully dispersed in this predetermined area. .

"There is a limit to what can be manipulated at one time... It is too easy to destroy the trap made by magic potion. A slightly better transfiguration master can destroy the trap in minutes."

He shook his head, and carefully took out the time turner, and with the help of magic, he began to restore the terrain to its previous state - 'I feel like this trap is more terrifying than the fire...'

With this thought in mind, he thought for a while, took out a small bottle of special magic potion, and surrounded a ball of summoned fierce fire in the middle. Then he pulled out the phantom of the slate from five hours ago and covered it.

"You should use it as soon as you think of it, otherwise it will be too much of a waste... The magic potion can probably extinguish the Lihuo twenty minutes after it is liberated, so it should be controllable."

After doing all this, he carefully bypassed the traps that were very dangerous for him, found a relatively safe tree, opened a pack of chocolate frogs, used the Disguise Charm to hide himself, half-closed his eyes, and Rest your mind while waiting for your opponent to arrive.

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"Found it! It's over there!"

The two strikers responsible for exploring the path noticed that the faint traces left by the broomsticks in the air were broken while they were flying. Although this little knowledge is not popularized in formal education, the strikers will know it immediately after the training. What does it mean that once a spell is cast, it will leave traces?

Flashback spells are used to detect wands, trace threads are used to track underage wizards, and broomsticks, which rely on magic to fly, are much easier to detect than wands and wizards.

Although the professor must have tampered with the broom to make the marks slightly invisible, there were no wizards passing by in this area, and even a scratch on a piece of white paper with a light handwriting would be quite obvious.

"Illusion spell or invisibility cloak, definitely hide here - also pay attention to the water surface, you may be hiding under the water with a bubble head charm!"

They were all too familiar with this kind of scene. They were not children. Without Mad-Eye, they would be useless.

"Prepare the head soaking spell and the iron armor spell to prevent possible sudden poisoning from herbal powder or other smells!"

The two reminded each other, their voices were low, trying to use words to provoke the guy who was on the run.

They didn't even disperse. Each of their wands emitted a faint light, and then they used the light to test the left and right.

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‘Have you summoned such elite Death Eaters? ’

William was shocked when he saw the two people's skillful search techniques.

Whether it’s what the other person says or what the other person does, what comes across is professionalism. Even if he is the other party's opponent, he has to admit that the other party is a bit tricky.

But it’s just tricky.

"Too rigid..."

"Moreover, a three-person team should be formed so that when a teammate is attacked by a sneak attack, they can quickly react and hit more..."

"I can't say there are many flaws, but..."

William lightly touched with his heels. The next moment, he appeared directly between the two strikers. He pointed the wand in his left hand and the right hand at the same time, and clicked on the Bubble Charm at the same time, and then directly cast the Sleeping Curse.

The Bubble Charm aimed at with the right wand shattered, the Sleeping Curse hit the head at close range without any hindrance, and the striker fell to the ground.

With his left hand, William's spell to break the Bubble Curse only created a large, terrifying crack on the curse that had been improved by some unknown means. The Sleeping Curse that followed hit it, causing the Bubble Curse to break in response, but The sleeping spell was also ejected and did not have its intended effect.

'Without the use of a wand, the power of the spell can suppress the students' spellcasting. To deal with Death Eaters is still...'

While William was thinking, he narrowly escaped the counter-attack spell, rolled on the spot, and then snapped his fingers to make the vines hidden in the grass fly up, trying to tie the opponent's feet that were not protected by the iron armor spell. .

However, this measure failed. The opponent waved his wand and quickly repaired the head soaking spell, and then struck down a merciless curse.

William used his left hand to control the hidden tree vines to pull himself out. His right wand was directly aimed at the opponent's armor spell. A violet spell flew out directly, causing a layer of hoarfrost to appear in the surrounding air.

The striker who couldn't dodge used the Iron Armor Curse to resist the spell, but the Iron Armor Curse was quickly covered with hoarfrost, and then fell apart in the rapidly expanding hoarfrost.

He gave up the counterattack without hesitation, pointed his wand high in the sky, and a magic firework shot directly into the sky. Then, hoarfrost began to hang on his body. It seemed slow but actually it covered his whole body so that people couldn't react. .

A layer of ice directly covered the striker's body, freezing him solidly.

"call…"

William put down his wand and looked at the fireworks in annoyance - if the spell cast by his left hand was not strong enough and the opponent was strong enough, then the first wave would have lasted at least an extra hour.

But now...

"If I didn't know a lot of black magic and didn't dare to kill people at will, I would become a dark wizard..."

He looked at the ice sculpture and threw it into the water with a wave of his wand - it wouldn't kill him, but don't expect this guy to have any fighting ability within half a month.

He didn't even untie the ice, so he started to set up the water prison right on the water surface - he originally planned to leave it as a gift to the guy who was chasing after him, but now the other party unreasonably pulled away countless people, so he wouldn't You're welcome.

He unceremoniously sealed the other guy who was knocked unconscious with ice, and then used the prepared water to seal the opponent tightly - he couldn't even mobilize the magic power, and he would change his career if he could escape!

"I thought it was a one-on-one fight with people controlled by the Dark Lord. Who wants to fight with so many of you?"

William looked at the distance, and a bunch of small black dots had appeared in the sky.

The Dark Lord has to rely on the terrain to fight one-on-one. With so many people, it takes a devil to fight him!

He pulled the water prison over without hesitation, and then controlled his two frozen hands to touch the door key. Then he put his hand on it, activated it, and waved his hand in the air - even though the other party couldn't see it.

"goodbye."

He said silently, and finally waved his wand to release the biggest fireworks he could.

‘Danger, there are many people. ’

Such words appeared directly in mid-air. Then, the underground layout was opened, and the anti-Apparition spell that was originally planned to appear last was activated-if Dumbledore could beat him, he should be able to catch a few more.

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"The journey is right, the ship is right, and the cabin is right."

With the help of Bertha's eyes, Tom planned this trip more carefully than ever before and strictly implemented it until three days after the ship sailed.

He had never been so careful since he completed those dangerous magical transformations - at that time, no one except Dumbledore could stop him and his wand.

Although after arriving in Australia, he could have relied on his own ability to coax a less idiotic Death Eater, but after thinking about it seriously, he gave up this seemingly tempting idea.

Bertha, an idiot, was lucky to live so long, lucky to meet him who was generous, and lucky to find the snakewood that was transformed into a wand left by Slytherin. He felt that he needed this luck, and he also needed this idiot to help him. Be careful yourself.

The long journey also gave him enough time to plan the next plan to seize the snakewood.

According to the description in the book, the snakewood contains huge vitality, and its leaves have powerful healing effects. Through some specific rituals, it will definitely help him resurrect and master the powerful power left by Slytherin.

Although he was still keen on the power of the protective spell he encountered when he took the Sorcerer's Stone three years ago, compared to the wand left by Slytherin, that protective spell was not worth mentioning - and more importantly, he did not He didn't think his newly chosen helper could bring Harry Potter to him.

'Lucky idiot...'

He glanced through Bertha's eyes. This idiot was reading a book called "Love Astrology". He also got a Muggle astrology book from somewhere. He compared the two books and was fascinated by them.

'By the way, there's that damn divination...'

Tom suddenly thought of the prophecy that had tricked him into being like this, and his whole face became distorted.

"sky!"

Bertha pointed at the content in the book and suddenly shouted loudly. Tom almost couldn't help but take over and pull out the wand.

But she quickly calmed down and her tone became cautious.

"Lord Dark Lord?"

"Lord Dark Lord?"

"...I'm here, you said."

"That...I...I..."

Bertha hesitated, as if about to say something, but held it back.

Just when Tom was about to prepare Legilimency, she finally made a decision.

"That...I, I forgot...You can actually fly from Australia to the United States...No, we can actually fly directly from Europe to the United States..."

'flight? What nonsense is this idiot talking about... flying... etc...'

Tom's face began to twist - he was not that ignorant of information about Muggle society.

That flight doesn't refer to a broom at all, but to a plane!

'Forget it...it's a product of Muggles, maybe Aurors will still be stuck there...'

"We probably can't disapparate back. Lord Dark Lord... the ship is sailing too far..."

Bertha added the final blow.