From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"So you just got the names of two Death Eaters?"

In the principal's office, Dumbledore had a very strange expression. He looked at William, his half-moon glasses slid to the lowest part of his nose, "Just like that, did you get information from Bellatrix?"

"Anyway, I'm just giving it a try..."

William spread his hands, "This actually doesn't matter. I care more about the information Umbridge provided - I don't even know what method she used to avoid all my detection methods."

"It's a problem - but Fudge doesn't want anyone to interfere in this matter. At this time, the support of the Ministry of Magic is necessary."

Dumbledore thought for a moment and shook his head slightly, "Give up Umbridge's information. Fudge will not let her memory be explored. We cannot have a quarrel with the Ministry of Magic just before Voldemort is about to be resurrected." .”

"As for what she said about the existence of Death Eaters on campus, I will investigate it. Don't tell anyone this information, Professor William."

"Okay, Principal."

William nodded, "Then I'll take my leave first."

"Go ahead," Dumbledore shook his head. "You've given me a lot of new work - it's really troublesome."

However, when William walked to the door, he was suddenly stopped by Dumbledore.

"Wait a moment, Professor William."

"Is there anything else, principal?"

William stopped and looked at Dumbledore doubtfully.

"Well, try to allocate the work for the next period of time as much as possible. Maybe we will suddenly do something quite important one day."

To William's surprise, Dumbledore answered a riddle.

This old man is very bad.

William cursed, "Okay, I will try my best to prepare the course materials. If necessary, Professor Luping or Professor Moody can take over completely."

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'Can't wait any longer...'

When Karkaroff got the Daily Prophet, this idea came to his mind immediately.

Two more Death Eaters have been arrested - Aurors and Strikers are almost becoming regulars in the newspapers. The Death Eaters who escaped trial more than ten years ago have been dug out one by one, but now they are even... The hidden Death Eaters have been found!

Karkaroff swore that he had never known the names of these two men, let alone heard them during the Great Trials in earlier years.

Thinking of the recently arrested Rita Skeeter and Umbridge, who had never been known to anyone, he could basically make a judgment. The Death Eater network in Umbridge's hands was unearthed.

Logically speaking, this was a good thing. The more Death Eaters were dug out, the safer he would be - when the remaining people had their tails between their legs, he didn't need to worry about his own safety at all.

However, whether it was the danger he felt intuitively or the clear dark mark on his arm, he had trouble sleeping and eating.

'Albus must know something...otherwise it would be impossible for the wizarding world to settle old accounts like this like crazy. This is simply...simply...'

An extremely terrifying thought appeared in his mind, making him feel as if he had fallen into icy water.

'Both Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic know that the Dark Lord is coming back, so they are desperately trying to weaken the Dark Lord's henchmen in order to let him...let him...'

He didn't dare to guess any more. The fear from his heart prevented him from deducing this terrible fact.

"Newspaper...newspaper..."

Karkaroff shivered and rummaged through his box - newspapers about Death Eaters during this period were neatly placed in the corners of the box according to time, and some of them had even been folded out of the box. Reply imprint.

[Chaos at the Quidditch World Cup! 】

[Death Eater caught again! 】

…

Unfolding the newspapers one by one, Karkaroff took out another small book, which was full of truths that had not been published in the newspapers collected in galleons.

'William...'

'William...'

…

'It's still William...'

‘It’s all William! ! ! ’

William's name was circled in red, and the name of this professor whom he had been quite optimistic about before could be seen in almost all events.

‘He must know something! He is more important than I thought! ’

'Where's the message going forward...'

He looked through the information he had collected about Hogwarts - the injured professor, the dead professor, and even the news about the theft of Gringotts...

'Have no idea…'

He slumped weakly into the chair, but his heartbeat could not calm down at all.

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"He's dead..."

Bertha stared blankly at her hand. The wand she held tightly in her hand told her that just now, a death curse shot out from her wand, killing the wizard in front of her.

There is no crime...

Yes, there is no crime, just that he has a lot of wealth...

"We can just take the galleons and materials..."

"Lord Dark Lord..."

Bertha whispered words that she could not quite understand, her body desperately refusing to search for the body.

"No time, Bertha..."

Tom's tone softened a bit, full of confusion, "Besides, he does deserve to die, doesn't he?"

"Think about it, Bertha, this guy is a traitor who helps Muggles make items and secretly sells wizards' power to Muggles. He is just pretending to be a believer..."

"And his whereabouts are elusive, isn't he? We just need to leave a letter saying that he decided to do penance, and then cover up all traces - just pretend that he is afraid that the Ministry of Magic will trouble him, and after learning the news, he will take the money with him As if running away, no matter which way..."

"But we're not here to purchase rare materials..."

Bertha asked blankly - just when she thought the negotiation was about to be concluded, the Dark Lord took control of her body, and when the other party turned around, he struck the other party with a killing curse.

"We're still short of money, Bertha... You can't expect the Triwizard Tournament to keep the principals of Ilvermorny for long. According to the current progress, they will be back long before we configure the potion. "

It was rare for Tom to enlighten him carefully - the only person he could rely on now was this stupid Death Eater.

If time hadn't been tight, the gap in galleons was too large, and the bad news from the Daily Prophet, he wouldn't have taken the risk of being exposed to attack such a business wizard and plunder his previous fundamentals. Look down on the pitiful Galleons.

Merlin's beard - for the first time since the formation of the Death Eater group, he was troubled by Galleons, an item he never carried.

"Can…"

"It's okay, Bertha. It's these wizards who have half surrendered to Muggles who have played a great role in the history of liquidating wizards in this country. You should also understand these things during this period of reading. He was originally the one we liquidated. The target…the shameful wizard traitor.”

"Now, relax and let me finish the work to prevent this accident from bringing changes to our plans."

Bertha was stunned and gave up her resistance. Voldemort raised his wand and began to create the illusion that the master was leaving in a hurry.

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"Something's wrong, something's wrong."

William spread out the data on the table - so far, all the potion ingredients he knew on the black market that could be used for resurrection were surprisingly stable, as if they were all used elsewhere instead of being used by someone because of Resurrected and collected.

"You can't buy it from nearby places, but that will also affect the price here..."

"I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out."

He rubbed his forehead, then dug out a set of questions from the bag. After a brief look, he determined that it should be suitable for this week.

"The fifth grade classes will be held in person tomorrow. The seventh grade students will be temporarily entrusted to Professor Moody. The second grade students... will be handed over to Lupin."

"I need to go abroad once and personally inquire about the potion market in surrounding countries..."

"By the way, I have to find a way to raise the price of the ingredients for the magic potion. That way, even if the other party wants to buy it, they will be stuck because of the price issue..."

"This is also a very troublesome matter. If it doesn't work... I'm afraid I will have to weave a huge lie..."

William sighed - he was not even sure whether the Dark Lord would be resurrected with the help of potions. Could the method of the other party's resurrection be an area he had never explored before?

He is already busy enough, with the elixir, courses, necessary exercises, information about the black market, student homework...

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"Good afternoon, Professor William."

In Dumbledore's office, William, with the help of Professor McGonagall, finally captured Dumbledore from outside the school.

It can be seen that the dusty Dumbledore was still busy with something, and his robes were even stained with dust...

'If it weren't for Professor McGonagall, I probably wouldn't be able to hold Dumbledore down. ’

"Please tell me directly, Professor William, I am very busy right now..."

Dumbledore sat on the chair, with a look of fatigue that William had never seen before, "Minerva said you have something very, very important to report to me, and it must be completed with my consent..."

"Is such that."

As William spoke, he took out a piece of parchment from his paper bag and handed it to Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore looked at it carefully for three minutes, and the fatigue on his face was replaced by a smile from the bottom of his heart. "What are the ingredients for the potion commonly used in resurrection?"

"Yes, Principal."

William nodded, "I have been keeping an eye on their prices during this time, but what puzzles me is that their prices are so stable that it makes me wonder...whether the Dark Lord needs them..."

"So, what do you mean?"

"Control the potion materials before the Dark Lord is resurrected."

"It can't be done, Professor William. Moreover, this will arouse his alarm - we can't control prices forever, and the Galleons needed are enough to bring down the school's economy."

"It can be done, Headmaster," William shook his head, "It just requires Professor Snape to make some sacrifices."

"Um?"

"I need Professor Snape to publish some reports in a reputable magazine."

William pointed to several raw materials on the paper, "He can claim that he was surprised to find that these materials are likely to be auxiliary materials that need to be used in large quantities during the intermediate process."

"This...should be okay."

Dumbledore hesitated and agreed.

"And this, this," William circled a dozen of them in one breath, "After a clever combination of these raw materials, they will produce certain nourishing effects on people under certain circumstances..."

"Tonic effect?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and then realized what William wanted to express.

"Also let Professor Snape publish it?"

"Yes, after all, he is an authority in this field, a first-class potion master - we can even make the effect more magical, for example, it can increase the number of wizards born... it can even lead to the talents of the next generation. Better."

…

Dumbledore looked at William and could no longer keep the smile on his face - with Snape's knowledge in potions, if he weaves such a scam, the influence can even easily cross national borders... But...

There is no doubt that as soon as this report comes out, these things will be so hyped that they cannot be bought at all, and unless someone comes up with real evidence to refute it, this scam can even continue for more than ten years or even decades - or, it will not be possible at all. will be discovered.

'But you really didn't do it to disgust Severus? ’

Dumbledore looked at William in confusion - as soon as this report came out, Snape would have to add XX Potion Master after the title of Potions Master...

He now understood why William had to come to him - there was nothing anyone could do to persuade him except him.

"I need to think about this again, Professor William."

For some reason, Dumbledore felt a little tight in his chest, "Please leave first, I need to be quiet for a while."

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"Ah sneeze!"

In the underground classroom, the sudden sound of sneezing alarmed the students who were cooking the potion - the noise was too great, and they had to confirm whether they needed to avoid it immediately.

There was nothing he could do about it. Due to the constant pressure from the professor on the podium, Neville's Potions study, which was already very poor in class, turned into a disaster. Basically, the cauldron would explode once every two or three classes, sending several classmates to school. Hospital.

Therefore, when there is any abnormal noise in the classroom, everyone will look nervously at the source of the noise.

However, to their surprise, Neville's cauldron was intact and the person who sneezed was Snape.

"He must have a cold!"

Ron said excitedly - Snape usually didn't even get sick, which was very disappointing, so even if he had a cold, it was worth celebrating.

Harry also wanted to say something happy, but there was a faint stinging pain from the scar on his forehead, which made him reluctant to agree with Ron.

‘Should I go talk to the professor? ’

'But the professor is busy... and the rules restrict it, so I can't ask...'

‘Sirius is not the same...he just said in his letter some time ago that he has made a new breakthrough in investigating that difficult case...'

'Autumn…'

Harry silently rejected this answer - he didn't want Cho to see him vulnerable.

So, Hermione can't do it either - if Cho doesn't know and Hermione knows this, and Cho finds out, he'll be finished...

He was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know who to turn to to report this little trouble.

'Forget it, we still have to train and cooperate after dinner today... Although the competition is in June, we can't hold them back...'

"Ah, what is our Potter thinking? Didn't I tell you what is the most important thing when brewing a potion - ten points from Gryffindor because of Potter's carelessness."