From Azkaban To Hogwarts

It was past three o'clock, when it was darkest. In the dark forest, only a few wands gave off a faint light.

But if you get close to the forest, you can hear the continuous breathing and occasional noises - however, if these sounds spread out a little, they will be completely absorbed by the grass surrounding the forest, making it Outsiders have no idea what is happening in the woods.

"Professor Adams, your herbal medicine is really useful."

Professor Taylor looked around while holding up the few wands that were allowed to shine, and praised in a low voice.

"The price is very high, Professor Taylor..."

Adams also observed the movements around him, with an obvious look of distress on his face - the seeds of those herbs were first stimulated by the potion, and then by magic. Whether they could survive until dawn was a question.

The seeds are easier to say, and the price of those magic potions that induce birth is quite worthy of its effect.

"How can we ensure the safety of so many people without paying a price?"

Professor Taylor shook his head, "We have so many children with us, and the journey is too long. It's impossible to get there. It won't be easy if we encounter those masked guys along the way."

In fact, his fighting skills are not bad, but he can't bear to bring his wife and children with him. When fighting, he doesn't know how good he can be. How can he take such a risk with his family?

Although the professors were not good at fighting, they still had some special skills. With a little effort, one of them could easily hide everyone in the woods, waiting for the dawn.

"what is that?"

The sharp-eyed Adams suddenly saw the incomplete Dark Mark floating in the distance, and quickly asked the professors who came around to look there.

"The Dark Mark..."

The older professor took a breath of air, but still stood firm.

"Extinguish all wands and keep them absolutely dark!"

He tried not to shout too loudly at the people hiding - but it was difficult. There were hundreds of thousands of wizards watching the game, and it wasn't just British wizards who helped hide them.

After some confusion, the order was finally translated into various languages, and the forest became completely quiet.

"It's okay," Professor Taylor said in a voice that everyone could barely hear. "As soon as they mark it, the Ministry of Magic will quickly find a way to deal with it - besides, the other party doesn't have the ability to remove our school badge now. , one can imagine how powerless those masked people are."

These words are very convincing, especially when the school badge of Bulling Bulling is still shining brightly in mid-air.

Even those with dark minds won't think there's anything wrong with that light being on - with such a conspicuous target erected, it will definitely be the first target of attack by the masked ones. In this way, they will be safe. too much.

"Professor William really dares to do anything... The school badge lights up among the masked men. This sounds really romantic..."

"Yeah, it's not like us, we still have cats in this forest."

Adams laughed at himself cheerfully - when students had conflicts that were not in line with school regulations when he was studying, he could always find a safe position.

Seeing that the professors in charge of safety felt at ease, the crowd's panic suddenly became much less tense.

Among the crowd, people from different magic schools began to quietly hug each other, relying on each other to make themselves feel safe, while they began to quietly discuss everything that happened tonight.

They were watching the game peacefully, eating and singing during the celebration, but were suddenly surrounded by a group of masked people who appeared - trees were set on fire, bonfires were dispersed, and tents were destroyed.

The joy of victory suddenly left them before they could celebrate properly - at this moment, it was really unjustifiable not to curse the masked people and the organizer, the British Ministry of Magic.

It's cold and people are calling me mother-in-law, let alone finding someone to take the blame this time.

After scolding them, they even scolded their own school.

"Hogwarts can put its school emblem over there, waiting for the enemy to attack, but what about us, where are our school officials and our professors?"

"Yes, yes!"

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'You have to hold still and don't run away...that's not the Dark Lord...'

Karkaroff tried hard to maintain his composure, not to show timidity in front of professors and students, and not to abandon them immediately and run for his life alone.

"Why don't we print out the school badge, principal?"

"That will cause international disputes. The British are the organizers. They can at least respond to other countries' questions. If we also put up our own logo, it will cause too much trouble."

He responded earnestly and thoughtfully to the professor who came over to offer advice, saying that he was very satisfied with the other party's cooperation.

If no one brings it up, this will trigger a series of suspicions, and now, he can explain this problem very well - it's not that I don't want to stand up and face those old friends who may be Death Eaters, but I'm worried Violating confidentiality laws caused international disputes.

"Search our students diligently, match those on the list, and then send out teams to search for those kids."

He seemed to be laying out orders in an orderly manner, making everyone feel that while the school was trying to avoid disputes, it was still sparing no effort to rescue students who might be in trouble.

"The Dark Mark is gone!"

Just as Karkaroff was thinking about how to make himself busier, a sharp-eyed student shouted loudly.

He didn't even have time to blame the other party for his rashness. He stood up and looked up at the dark mark that frightened him - because he used too much force, he didn't even notice that he broke a wooden bar of the chair with his foot.

But it was worth it. In the distant sky, the skull with the snake in its mouth had become incomplete at this moment, as if someone was erasing it from the horizon with an invisible hand.

"call…"

He breathed a sigh of relief, but soon turned into the shrewd Headmaster Durmstrang again.

——

"Oh hoohoo!"

The masked men made strange noises of unknown meaning, like baboons in heat.

The feeling that could be destroyed at will and abused at will after more than ten years was mixed with the alcohol that came up, making them even crazier.

The Dark Lord disappeared, defeated by a baby.

It was such an ordinary night, such normal behavior.

Just killing two wizards and a child who was defenseless and didn't even have a wand - how could the Dark Lord fail?

The originally good situation suddenly changed, and everything became worse.

Barty Crouch led the Aurors and Death Eaters on a killing spree, and the Aurors even had the legal right to use the Unforgivable Curse. The Death Eaters who were most favored by the Dark Lord were either sent to Azkaban, or were directly killed during the Aurors' pursuit.

In the blink of an eye, they turned from show-offs to street rats, chased by Aurors and beaters with nowhere to escape.

The honor of pure blood was completely trampled under the feet of those strikers. Death Eaters were arrested and tried one after another. There were even shameful traitors among them, like Karkaroff who relied on betraying others to escape. By.

The top-level Death Eaters were almost wiped out in one fell swoop, and they used all kinds of tricks to pretend to be crazy and act stupid to escape.

Those who didn't do well at first were either killed by Aurors during the capture or sent to Azkaban. The remaining people lived in fear, watching those people destroy their past glory. Nailed on the pillar of shame, and then doing this or that boring job without daring to say anything.

But today is different - today is a good day to win!

Malfoy, the most cunning guy with always a high status, also announced his victory when Ireland won - he, a former Death Eater, stood openly and openly beside the Minister of Magic!

How could this not excite them?

Especially when they had already prepared this surprise for the magical world?

"Burn it! Let the fire grow stronger! Let people panic! If they don't run around and make trouble for the Ministry of Magic, how can we safely have such a night in this camp with more than 100,000 people? "

The leading masked man shouted with a voice of extreme joy - they have already experienced enough tragedy on weekdays, but now is a good time to vent!

Countless wands were raised, spreading random spells everywhere.

Even the organizers themselves don't know who these people are - lurking Death Eaters? Prisoners released from prison after trial? Speculator with ulterior motives? Drunk protesters?

Who knows, who cares?

Just destroy it, destroy everything you don’t like and don’t like!

The more people there are, the easier it is to run - and it can even make those unlucky ones who are later caught bear all the blame!

Get excited, get excited, get excited!

"us!!!!!"

The leader's voice was surging, but suddenly it fell silent like a duck being strangled by the neck.

In the distant sky, facing away from the school badge issued by that annoying Hogwarts professor - is... is...

The alcohol suddenly lost its effect, and his hot body seemed to have encountered ice. He even felt that his mind was frozen...

The Dark Mark…

Without thinking, he quickly turned around and apparated away with a scream, as if he had seen the dementors of the patron saint.

The moment the first masked man disappeared, the entire parade exploded as if a drop of cold water had dropped into a hot pot.

One after another, the masked men quickly disapparated and fled, as if they would be killed by something if they stayed where they were.

The huge snowballing parade suddenly became thinner, and those who were belatedly realized that the people around them had left in a hurry, and chose to copy it in their own way.

The huge team suddenly disappeared, leaving only chicken feathers on the ground.

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"how dare you!"

Crouch finally saw his servant in his tent, and officially confirmed a series of terrible suspicions in his heart.

Although he had always firmly believed that his son was a Death Eater, he still couldn't restrain his anger when he said lightly that he had used the Dark Mark.

Without hesitation, he used the Imperius Curse again to control his son, and then strictly ordered Twinkle not to give him any chance to find him.

Under the conflict of such depressing news, Malfoy's bow, which originally made him feel comfortable, became less pleasant.

After letting Shining take him back to ensure that no one would notice, he straightened out his face that was distorted due to excessive anger, and began to give orders without a word to the strikers who had initially completed the deployment.

'Haha, the person who has been unable to break through finally fell into my hands because of the Dark Mark...'

Another kind of pleasure emerged in his heart - the Dark Lord took advantage of his son, but it was also his Death Eaters who personally pushed the entire Death Eater network into the abyss.

This revenge wine tasted particularly sweet, bringing a smile to his originally twisted face.

"Let's go!"

He waved his hand decisively.

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"What did you people from the British Ministry of Magic do to you!"

The wizard complained after being rescued from the woods - he was scurrying around in the woods for most of the night, and was finally rescued by the Ministry of Magic.

"I'm sorry, sir... We had limited manpower at the beginning, so we had to rescue the children first and have them concentrate on the place where the school badge is lit in the middle - this cost us more manpower..."

The batter explained patiently - the conclusion has been given by the above, so he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with what he did.

The reason to protect students is inherently correct, and it is not a lie. The person under the school badge is still on duty!

In his opinion, there is no difference between the school badge of Hogwarts and the logo of the Ministry of Magic - doesn't Hogwarts represent the British wizarding community?

What a joke, when people occasionally get paid late, they still say that Dumbledore is the better representative. There's nothing wrong with that.

…

This behavior was repeated in many places, but there were many strange noises mixed in with it.

"McNeil."

Several thugs formed a team to find someone, which made the Ministry of Magic personnel who helped smile very happily - he assisted for a long time, and finally let the people in the Ministry see it.

"Everyone is busy...those guys really are."

He complained semi-kindly, but before he could finish, the strikers had already raised their wands in unison and cast spells in unison.

After a confrontation, the defenseless McNeil was knocked to the ground.

"He is a suspect in tonight's riot! We already have a lot of evidence!"

The batters controlled McNeil and didn't forget to explain it to those around him.

And this kind of thing happened in almost every area where people gathered, and the hitmen almost completed this big arrest with a smile - Thirteen years ago, most of them were arrested like this and then found this or That excuse to run out.

But now, they're back, with incriminating evidence in the bag of the hitman.

But this was just the beginning of the surprises - after successfully capturing a former Death Eater, the Strikers successfully found the masked suit among his belongings that they had not yet had time to dispose of.

“Oh hoohoo!!!!!”

This time, it's the batters' turn to party.