From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Good morning, Harry, why did you get up so early today?"

Sirius yawned and came out of the room and came to the living room to enjoy lunch. The first thing he saw was Harry sitting at the corner of the dining table.

Dobby was busy there with great interest, piling all kinds of food on the table, "Morning, Mr. Black."

"Well, it's early for you too, Dobby."

Sirius sat down and found Harry still there in a daze.

"Harry?"

He shook his hand at Harry, waking Harry up from thinking, "Ah, sorry, I didn't notice."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about what happened last night..."

Harry raised his head and looked at Sirius, "A lot of things happened last night, and I can't accept it?"

"What's up?"

Sirius asked casually as he put a chicken drumstick on his plate.

"That's right, last night, Malfoy and his family——"

Harry briefly recounted what happened last night, and then waited expectantly for Sirius to answer his questions.

However, after waiting for a long time, he raised his head in confusion and found that Sirius had his mouth wide open, with an expression on his face that could still be like this.

"Eh?"

"Ah..." Sirius scratched his head, "So can Principal Dumbledore solve the problem like this?"

"Remus!"

He shouted into the room inside, and then rustling noises began to be heard in the house where Lupine was in the tent. Within a quarter of an hour, Lupine walked out of the room with eyes that looked like he had not had enough sleep.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else we need to do today?"

Although he looks sleepy, Lupine still gives people a very reliable feeling that he can go now.

"No, Harry encountered a problem here, and I don't understand it."

So, with Lupine's helpless eyes, Harry repeated what happened last night.

"In other words, last night, Mr. Malfoy was actually convicted, and then the Ministry of Magic, with the assistance of Professor Dumbledore, made a political exchange with Lucius Malfoy?"

Lupine sat down as he spoke, "This is normal - according to your description, Malfoy's guilt cannot be evaded. Even in the easiest situation, he was kicked out of Hogwarts with a broken wand. Not to mention that Director Crouch won’t let him go easily... If Lucius doesn’t surrender, his child will basically be dead.”

"But Professor William said he was innocent..."

"Hagrid was also innocent back then. He was kicked out without any evidence. Padfoot was also innocent. He was sent to Azkaban because he couldn't find any evidence. There was no evidence to escape. The Ministry of Magic doesn't care about any speculation. Yeah, just talk about the rules."

Lupine spread his hands, indicating that this was normal.

"But Professor and the others knew he was innocent and still..."

"You also blackmailed Lucius Malfoy for a bunch of information?"

Lupine opened the egg, "He is a Death Eater, Harry, and he is a well-hidden Death Eater. If the only descendant of the Malfoy family hadn't been in this situation, he would never have compromised easily. Over the years, Didn’t we discover it?”

"But he caused so many troubles with that Voldemort's diary. Malfoy shouldn't have gone in. The one who went in should be his father!"

"You almost knocked me out, Harry..."

"Lucius has made a deal with the Ministry of Magic, so he should abide by the rules of the deal and not send him in. Didn't you just say that everyone got what they wanted from Lucius - —”

Unlike the two prospective students who have basically never officially been in the magical world, Lupine has experienced too much over the years.

"Can…"

"So, Harry, what do you think?"

Seeing that one path didn't make sense, Lu Ping changed to another education model with a headache.

Harry froze and began to think.

Let the Malfoy he knew go in?

It shouldn't be - the professor said he was innocent.

It's right to let Malfoy's father go in, but if he has to go in, then... the so-called information that the professors and principals want... he can't let the professors betray their trust and throw him in, right?

"I have no idea…"

He became dejected - it seemed that the professors' solution was the optimal solution, but he still couldn't understand it.

Obviously everything did not develop in the direction that things should develop, but why did the result...

"Dun, dun, dun..."

The tent door made a noise, and as Sirius made a voice to invite him in, a shy girl came in.

"Sorry...I'm here to find Harry."

She tried to search with her eyes, but caught sight of Lupin eating.

"Good morning, Professor!"

She got a little nervous.

"Harry?"

Lupine looked at Harry, who was still thinking at the table and looked confused.

"ah?"

Harry raised his head in realization, and then began to try to control his expression.

But it was of no use. A few minutes later, Harry, who was still looking confused, stupidly left the tent, leaving Lupin and Sirius eating.

"Silly, still the same."

Sirius complained and Lupine smiled and nodded.

Afterwards, there was a brief silence in the tent. Then, the two middle-aged men looked at each other and shook their heads. They quickly finished their meal and began to leave the tent and wander around in tacit agreement.

——

"You two, put your wands down!"

Mrs. Weasley shouted from inside the tent.

However, the twins did not carry out the order as she wished. Instead, they playfully held their wands and controlled two sticks of firewood and began to duel in mid-air.

"Mom, Minister Fudge praised us highly!"

"Yes, he also thinks that our timely pick-up of wands to protect young wizards is a valuable quality!"

Fred added, swinging the dry firewood around like a tiger.

Don't blame them for being rude. Fudge has been busy since he came to the camp last night. He was directing the arrest of Death Eaters, comforting the frightened wizards from various countries including the UK, and expressing his gratitude to the underage wizards who bravely stood up yesterday. Praise... Even now, the temporary office in the center of the camp is constantly being visited by hitters.

Although everyone initially scolded the Ministry of Magic, Fudge, and the Beater, this situation was mostly reversed due to the minister's enthusiastic and non-stop busy work - some people still think that the Ministry of Magic is a loser, but some people have already I think Fudge is pretty good.

Especially for those underage children who got the right to use the wand last night, Fudge generously extended this time until they left the stadium, which made his reputation among the underage students suddenly become extremely good.

"I testify that there are still two of them in the morning newspaper. They are hiding in the corner of the photo."

Charlie Weasley was afraid that the two of them would not get beaten, so he began to fight with all his strength.

Minister Fudge must be looking for someone who is more representative when taking photos. Among the students who are in the sixth grade, after a little research, the twins' perfect scores in the self-defense test last school year became an important basis.

Plus, being the children of a Ministry of Magic employee made it even better. In the photos showing Fudge's eager exchanges with the students, they and Cedric became one of the background panels.

"I don't care what pictures-"

Although Mrs. Weasley said this, her tone was much softer.

"Yes, Mom!"

George answered while waving his wand and attacking Fred with a piece of firewood - this incorrigible behavior directly angered Mrs. Weasley.

In less than half a minute, one of the two future stars of the wizarding world, who had been praised by the Minister of Magic, had one of their ears lifted up, grinning in pain.

This tragic scene was seen by Mr. Weasley, who had just returned from his work.

"I'm back - ah, what did they do again?"

Arthur Weasley took off his hat, not surprised.

"Duel with wands."

Mrs. Weasley said with more force, "Are you done with the ministry?"

"It's still early."

Mr. Weasley shook his head, "The search of the house has not started yet - the process is still under review. I hope they can find something that will make it easier to convict this time - logically speaking, they don't have that much time to transfer this time. There’s evidence.”

"So you've been busy since morning?"

"We are busy coordinating order..."

He rubbed his forehead - because his head really hurt.

"We've been busy all morning because the wizards are really, really angry—"

He used a series of the word "extraordinary" to express the horror of the situation he encountered.

"what happened?"

"Those guys were protected by a group of professors. Because of the perfect protection measures, they were not discovered until they walked out on their own in the morning after trying to get information from the Daily Prophet."

Mr. Weasley shook his head, "But here's the problem - they felt that the professor's protection was effective. A whole night passed, and neither the masked people nor the staff of the Ministry of Magic discovered them."

"But they vented all their anger on the Ministry of Magic - after everything was safe, we didn't check the number of people in time, nor did we send enough manpower to search..."

Mr. Weasley smiled bitterly. He felt that he had almost learned the slang words of several countries in one morning...

The language barrier and the victim's bad mood... it's really a nightmare...

"Okay, don't talk about that, let's start lunch... I think I could eat a cow, Molly."

As he spoke, he rescued the twins - although he was very tired today, his colleagues would talk about their twins from time to time in their free time, feeling that they must have regained themselves under the devilish training of Professor William.

'Why should I sign them up for the advanced classes that are about to start...'

He thought about it with a smile, preparing to discuss it with Molly - the Weasley family has a clear division of labor in the family, and Mrs. Weasley is usually the villain, and he appears as the lubricant of the situation and is responsible for saving the situation.

——

"Caught them all?"

Karkaroff looked at the newspaper and felt bad - the reason why he fled the UK and came all the way to Durmstrang to make a living was that there were still many Death Eaters in the UK. .

Although everyone is a traitor under the Dark Lord, and in theory they should be in harmony, but they can't stand the group of fleeing Death Eaters who look down on him...

Those who entered Azkaban looked down upon all the Death Eaters, and those who took themselves out and categorically claimed that they were bewitched looked down upon him, who betrayed his former teammates.

‘Hasn’t Lucius always boasted about his loyalty? Is this the result? ’

'If I had known that he would sell everyone one day sooner or later, I should have made up my mind to have his little cub come to my place...'

As the principal of Durmstrang, he has the right to refuse admission to new students - but he has never used it, but rather supports those people.

After all, his school will openly teach dark magic, and he is not weak and can meet the hidden requirements of those pure bloods - he just likes to see those Death Eaters who were with him back then, and if they don't like it, he has to bite the bullet and send his children here. scene.

What's more pleasant than the scene where you can't stand me but have to beg me for help?

Maybe there are——

He looked at the newspaper on the table and thought about the benefits it would bring to him and his Durmstrang.

'Perhaps we can go further into the UK to recruit rich pure-blood children - that would be a huge tuition fee...'

The arrest of those Death Eaters also reduced the pure-blood resistance to him in the UK. After all, he had always been regarded as a traitor, and those people were trying every means to ruin his reputation.

'There's just something wrong...'

He put the newspaper aside, "Are you sure that Professor William has made quite outstanding contributions?"

"Yes, principal - although the Daily Prophet only reported a small part of his deeds, the confrontation between the professor and the masked men last night was clearly visible to many people. That black magic was really …”

The professor in question praised him. He was also a master of black magic, but after a little judgment, he was sure that he would not dare to take action.

"So the question comes again - why is this professor getting better and better!"

Karkaroff's voice was low and helpless.

"At first I thought our huge collection of dark magic books could attract him..."

"Later I thought, maybe the books weren't enough, and I had to add enough Galleons, but I didn't get in touch with him during the summer vacation..."

Karkaroff's voice was soft, "It's like he's avoiding me..."

"Originally, I thought of just forgetting it, but looking at the results of Hogwarts - I immediately thought of contacting you again, but unfortunately, I still couldn't find it..."

"Now, I think the Galleons originally calculated are not enough - you think, if I pay him 700 Galleons a month, will he come to teach here?"

Karkaroff asked helplessly, and then vetoed it himself.

"It's impossible. I can't get him with a sky-high salary of seven hundred galleons a month. But the more this happens, the more I hope he can come and teach us..."

"Forget it, let's go."

"Where are we going, Headmaster?"

"Talk to those purebloods. Maybe we can recruit more students this year - if possible, I plan to raise the monthly salary to one thousand galleons and inquire."

Karkaroff said half-jokingly and half-seriously, then put on his hat and started his recruitment journey head-on.