From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"You are too exaggerated, Professor William."

When the situation calmed down and the Aurors were assigned to escort Umbridge, Moody finally had the opportunity to complain to William about his somewhat excessive acting skills.

"That's not true, is it?"

William relaxed for a moment, his face stiff due to suppressing laughter, "Theoretically speaking, Umbridge does have the possibility of stealing the wand in a sneak attack. She is the deputy minister after all. If I knock her out easily, That’s a bit exaggerated.”

"That's why you got past them because they weren't familiar with them." Moody glanced at William angrily. "Tell me, what did Umbridge use to sneak attack you? She could even surprise you with her sneak attack. ——This is not entirely a joke."

"It's not as serious as you said. If an old Death Eater who has been lurking for many years takes action, how can I not panic?"

William spread his hands - Moody must have had some inaccurate misunderstanding about him, and until this misunderstanding was explained clearly, he obviously could not hope to convince Moody on this issue.

"Okay, okay, no matter how good her acting skills are, at least the Aurors won't be suspicious - but this is not good news. I didn't ask anything. Umbridge protects her memory better than I imagined it to be much more advanced, and neither Legilimency nor Veritaserum would be effective."

He glanced at the sea. The ship traveling at high speed under the operation of magic drew a nearly straight line of water. "Perhaps I need to strengthen investment in these two aspects in the future. Our enemy is more powerful than we thought."

"It was expected," Moody sighed, "after all, she is only a few steps away from the position of Minister of Magic."

"Yes, and she also provided a very insidious piece of information that I don't know whether it is true or not -" William held on to the railing with one hand and raised the other hand to feel the wind, "she said that there is a food hidden inside Hogwarts." Dead Apostle, and probably very good at it.”

"Snape?"

"It can't be him," William shook his head decisively. "Almost half of the professors know that he was once a Death Eater. How can this be considered hidden? How can there be such a spy?"

"That's not certain. It's not impossible to deliberately expose your identity and then sell certain information to conceal your true purpose."

"The real purpose?"

William laughed, "My dear Professor Moody, Umbridge has a chance to be elected as the Minister of Magic. Professor Snape has been the Head of Slytherin for how long, and there is not much possibility of climbing up. No one in the whole school knows who the next principal will be."

"Eh? When did Professor McGonagall confirm the successor? Why didn't I know?"

Moody looked surprised, and then he couldn't hold back his laughter - this cold joke really frightened William. He had no idea that Moody could tell such an excellent joke...

While he was smiling, Moody's magic eye rolled around, "Someone is coming soon. Let's not mention this matter for now. Let's go back to Hogwarts and let Albus see for himself whether he believes it or not." Well, let's just pretend that nothing happened and wait for Umbridge to go to Azkaban."

"Okay," William said while searching around, "Let's cover up the conversation by fishing, otherwise it will be difficult to make excuses."

"Good idea, I'll ask them for a fishing rod."

Moody nodded. Fishing was indeed a good cover.

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"fishing rod?"

The Auror who was asked by Moody was dumbfounded - this is an escort ship heading to Azkaban. Is fishing a little too... disrespectful to the prisoners?

"Hurry up and find it, and treat it as the test questions for you this time!"

Moody raised his voice, "Finding hidden props is one of the important Auror courses. I hope you can get satisfactory scores in today's assessment - whoever finds the fishing rods hidden by the Strikers, I reward him with a very useful looking glass!"

This immediately aroused the spirit of unwillingness to admit defeat among the Aurors. Although everyone thought it was a bit strange, no one had time to think about it. Instead, they began to fumble around the cabin board - not just looking for something, everyone did. professional!

Obviously, this job is not difficult. The hiding training that the strikers received cannot evade the search of the Aurors, especially when there are so many people at the scene. Within five minutes, a young Auror has already found him. There was a hidden compartment for fishing gear, and she happily exchanged it for Moody's looking glass and a compliment.

"You did a good job, and you barely passed."

After saying these words, Moody carried a large bag of fishing gear and left on the deck, leaving behind a room full of Aurors with different expressions.

After they watched the looking glass with great interest, they started discussing it.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Moody seems to be less vicious than before."

"Yes, he used to be aggressive and extremely resolute. He has never had so many smiles on his face."

"No, even the assessment method has become...much gentler."

"That's why he officially became a professor...ah, he would even go fishing with his subordinates. This is really...a scene we could never have dreamed of before..."

The Aurors sighed, while on the other side, Moody and William had already taken apart the professional-looking fishing gear straps and started looking for a suitable pole.

"The owner of this fishing gear bag must love fishing, and the items are quite complete."

William looked at a pack of more than half of the fishing tackle he didn't recognize, and was even a little embarrassed to start it - he had only thought that there should be public fishing rods on the boat for use, but he didn't expect that Moody had taken away a certain striker's favorite fishing rod. The thing was brought over.

"The more complete the equipment, the more time to write a review..." Moody looked at the fishing gear bag angrily, "When transporting prisoners, the fishing equipment is so complete. This is a striker. If it were an Auror who dared to do this, I would put him in confinement for a month. !”

"Aurors are still in solitary confinement?"

William asked curiously.

"That's about right. I'll copy the rules. If it's serious, I'll take the exam again. I'll also be banned from missions for a period of time."

Moody picked out the fishing rod, randomly pinched a piece of bait with magic, and threw the rod into the sea. "If you use his fishing gear this time, let him go. Don't report it to the captain on the striker's side, otherwise there will be consequences." He feels better - but I have to leave a note as a warning. Next time I find out that there is such troublesome fishing gear on this boat, he will wait for an inspection."

Moody said so, and William had no choice but to pick a fishing rod he was satisfied with and threw it toward the sea.

“Wait a minute—Professor William, what are you using?”

"What's the problem with the magic potion and the bait?"

William looked at Moody with a matter-of-fact expression - what's wrong with him, a pharmacist, designing a bait specifically for fish in the Black Lake?

While talking, a fish was pulled up, and William untied it. He summoned a ball of sea water, stuffed the fish in, and then continued to bait and lower the rod.

Soon, second shot, third shot.

When the third rod was pulled up, Moody picked up the wand in his left hand.

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"welcome."

"We're here to hand over!"

The assisting guards who had come over from the only floo network had warmly received the escorting Aurors - today's visitors were not the usual attackers, the Aurors were all the elite of the elite, regardless of the other party. Good or bad temper, you will never go wrong if you are more enthusiastic.

"By the way, where is Mr. Moody?"

The guard didn't see the famous Mad-Eye right away and raised questions.

"In the back, prepare supplies for extra meals for the prisoners."

"Ah, this is really true." Although they didn't understand what happened, this did not affect the guards' admiration. "When we replenish necessary supplies every month, we are already eating well. The prisoners will be very grateful."

Although this kind of happiness will cause the dementors to eat happily, the guard does not care about this, and the dementors will not eat him.

Besides, he didn't expect that the ship escorting Deputy Minister Umbridge would be able to carry chocolate, alcohol, tobacco, special books, and a series of items in short supply among prison inmates that could be exchanged for large amounts of galleons.

It would be his greatest happiness to be able to send these Aurors away and secretly fulfill the minister's little wish - William and the others speculated that it was wrong for the Aurors to take action, but they were not completely wrong. Although Azkaban is a prison , but there are still several lucrative positions reserved for the minister’s own people.

Fortunately, he didn't need to wait nervously for long. While he was talking, a giant water ball appeared in front of him, followed by another huge water ball.

"It looks like you've won, Professor Moody—"

William compared the water mass, controlled it to float on the land, and then let it freeze into ice in mid-air and fall over there.

Moody had a bit of pride on his face, and he also showed off this little trick, letting the fish pile up next to the pile William had created. "Fortunately, although I don't really like you fishing like this, it's nice to fish like this occasionally." stress reliever…"

‘You call catching fish with magic fishing? ’

The guard cursed, with only a sincere smile on his face, "It's a great harvest. It looks like I can give each of the prisoners a fish tonight."

"That's really the best," William smiled back - he was deliberately comparing himself to Moody, just to let the familiar guys catch more fish at night. Although most of them should continue to squat, It's not too much to add a meal once in a while. Besides, maybe I can see if anyone can blindly contribute some boxes or something to him.

"Shall we begin handing over the prisoners, Professor Moody?"

"certainly."

Moody had a small fishing victory and was in a good mood. He shouted towards the cabin, "Bring Umbridge out!"

As the words fell, Umbridge, whose hands were tightly controlled by bandages, was lifted out unconsciously by magic - in order to prevent her from trying to escape from prison again, she never woke up.

After all, the Aurors were not strikers. Although they wished she had been more aggressive when she escaped from prison, it was a bit embarrassing for them to trap and kill someone without a wand, so they simply did not let her wake up.

'The minister is too careful...'

The guard looked at Umbridge, and then asked his people to lead the way - he had arranged a good cell for Deputy Minister Umbridge, and arranged round-the-clock inspections to ensure that Make Minister Umbridge look like the rest of Azkaban sooner rather than later.

To be honest, if the former deputy minister hadn't directly confessed that the truth was unreasonable, he would have even wanted to arrange a kiss from a dementor - but that would have given the minister's opponents something to attack. is inappropriate.

Under the personal control of the Aurors, the unconscious Umbridge crossed the many cells, and directly entered the deepest place of Azkaban among the many prisoners who were curious but did not dare to make a sound.

The cell door was locked, first by the guards, then by the Aurors, and finally by Mad-Eye. Magics were cast one after another, and inspections were made again and again. The cell suddenly became inaccessible even to direct guards like Dementors. In this place, only the window used to deliver food is left.

"It's done. Now, we can go and apply for the handover paperwork."

Moody nodded, "The rest of you who are curious can look around. We will return to the ministry through the Floo network in an hour."

This is free time - for many Aurors, Azkaban is actually quite mysterious. After all, their class is too high. How can ordinary prisoners deserve the treatment of being escorted by Aurors?

Lupine, who was accompanying him, was no exception. Although he had a hard time getting along in the magical world because of his identity as a werewolf, he would not end up in Azkaban.

But what he was very curious about was, what kind of hell had Black lived in all these years, and had the real traitor, Peter Pettigrew, received the punishment he deserved?

But William didn't have time to care about them at the moment. He had to see how the prisoners in the same cell as him were doing, and then see the reactions of the old Death Eaters - the other party went from curiosity to investigation to reaction. It will take some time, after all, staying in Azkaban for a long time will have a huge impact on your mental health.

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"There are all these big shots here and they don't even have extra food, you fucking gray skin!"

"It's just that a group of people don't know what to look like when they're dangling around - there's not even a chocolate frog!"

"No, a group of people are guarding one person, and they seem to be able to guard it. Didn't Sirius escape from prison?"

"Come on, whatever year or month the news was, Sirius has been rehabilitated!"

"Who doesn't know? Didn't you also arrest that Wormtail? Now he's completely crazy. Someone took a peek during the last release. He can't even poop or pee. The cell is so stinky..."

"This is old history - what happened recently? There aren't even any criminals worthy of being admitted to Azkaban. It's been a long time since we added new recruits. Are the strikers and Aurors just lazy?"

"Maybe we will try our best to catch that person. Let's see how many people catch that one person."

"No, I even wonder if the Aurors rebelled and arrested the Minister of Magic."

"The cells must not be overcrowded? Maybe let us out - to make room for the former Ministry of Magic officials."

"Then I recommend sleeping on my bed. I've packed a lot of good-looking ones for them down there..."

Just when the prisoners were thinking about it, the door of the cell suddenly opened, and everyone shut up quickly - God knows what the tempers of those batterers who came in a group were like, what if they wanted to beat someone to vent their grievances?