From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"What is Remus doing?"

On the second day of summer vacation, after a game ended, Sirius looked around mysteriously and asked Harry secretly.

"Professor Lupine? Didn't he say he was going to take a shower?"

Harry looked at Sirius in confusion. He didn't know what Sirius was trying to do by being so sneaky all of a sudden.

However, Sirius stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, with a wicked smile on his face, "That would be great, Harry -"

"Quick, quick, come with me!"

He lowered his voice and spoke hurriedly. Harry was quite puzzled, but he still started to follow him and came to the bedroom on the second floor.

"Here, take this in your mouth."

Sirius picked a leaf from the green plant by the window, handed it to Harry, then motioned for him to take it in his mouth and press the leaf under his tongue. Although Harry was confused about what he wanted to do, he obeyed and completed it.

"Try talking."

Sirius looked at Harry, encouraging him.

This was not an easy thing to do, and Harry felt his tongue was curling up, but he managed to get used to speaking with it after a few minutes.

"Great, I knew you could do it, Harry!"

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder, with obvious joy on his face, "Try to eat something again!"

This behavior was even more uncomfortable, but Harry still managed to do it - but the look in his eyes at Sirius also became confused. What was Sirius going to do?

"Excellent...excellent..."

Amid his godson's puzzled look, Sirius showed an overjoyed expression, "If you have to keep it in your mouth, how long can you keep it?"

'he…'

Harry looked at his godfather with eyes filled with pity...

"One month, can you do it in one month?"

"Don't you spit it out at night? And I still need to brush my teeth..."

Although Harry really wanted to fulfill his godfather's wish, this was too outrageous - really, even one day, one month...

"Brush your teeth and use magic to solve it. I'll help you. Don't worry about sleeping. I will use magic to stick your tongue..."

Sirius was completely unaware of his godson's loving gaze and spoke rather perverted words in a happy tone.

"For the next time, you need to hold the leaves firmly in your mouth when eating and talking," Sirius said as he opened the drawer and pulled out a pile of leaves from a delicate small box. "You can't spit it out. You can't swallow it even if it comes out, can you do that, Harry?"

"This is..." Harry looked at the leaves with some impressions in front of him, and his mind began to think crazily, "Is this a mandrake leaf?"

"Of course, of course -" Sirius ruffled Harry's hair happily, "Mandrake leaves are the best material for transfiguration."

As he spoke, he dug out a book from the bookshelf, opened it and handed it to Harry.

[How to become an Animagus:]

[1. A single mandrake leaf must be held continuously in the mouth for a whole month (from full moon to full moon). The leaves must not be swallowed or taken out of the mouth at any time. If the leaves leave the mouth, the whole process must start over. 】

…

After reading the first line, Harry immediately understood what Sirius' almost crazy behavior was about.

"Animagus?"

He pointed at himself in disbelief, "Me?"

Professor McGonagall had talked about Animagus in class, and she had also demonstrated her transformation behavior in class, but Harry had never associated the word with himself.

"Of course it is you," Sirius replied happily, "James and I became Animagus when we were in fifth grade. You have just reached fifth grade. It's time to learn this magic!"

"I asked about your Transfiguration yesterday. It's very good. And your talents in other areas also make me think you can deal with it. That guy James didn't help the school win back the Triwizard Hegemony when he was in fourth grade. There will be a trophy for the tournament - but I dare say that if it were held, he might be able to do it."

'Animagus...'

Ever since this word came out of Sirius's mouth, it had been floating around Harry's ears and refused to leave - like his father, he learned the Animagus in fifth grade?

As soon as this indescribable emotion emerged, he immediately understood Sirius' previous crazy appearance.

"Then what do I do?"

"I'll tell you everything. The waiting later will be a bit troublesome, but I'm fully prepared..."

Sirius pointed at the unclosed book, "I will teach you everything you need to pay attention to. This is my best spell..."

"And," he laughed, "it's really cool that there's a full moon on the second day of this summer vacation."

——

"Just give it some music..."

The breeder next to him was holding a harp and playing a tuneless tune, but it still made the head of the huge three-headed dog in front of William sink downwards, and finally it lay on the ground.

"What a ferocious big guy..."

William looked at the dog named Luwei in front of him, and witnessed with his own eyes the teeth that Hagrid said completely crippled the leg of an unnamed professor. After admiring him, he also received the teeth that the breeder had collected during the tooth replacement period. A strange collection of fallen teeth.

"Some people say it is a better potion ingredient, while others say it is a great amulet - in any case, it is a great souvenir, isn't it?"

"It's very true. I feel relieved to see that it is living a healthy life."

William nodded, "It is truly a breeding area that is second to none. It is well cared for."

"But, not every area can be entrusted to be raised by a big shot like Dumbledore," the breeder said proudly, "We also have Chimaira beasts here, but it's a pity that they are too dangerous and cannot be taken care of casually. People pass by.”

"That dangerous magical creature that only has one record of being killed head-on by a wizard?"

There are only so many magical creatures at the xxxxx level. This kind of magical creature is a thorn in the side even at the xxxxx level. The only wizard in history who killed him head-on also killed himself by falling off his Pegasus due to overwork.

"Isn't it just...that guy has a bad temper? I don't intend to be chased by him today."

The breeder shook his head and said, "That's it for today. If Professor William wants to see anything else, I have to entrust another colleague. He often feeds there and is not easily attacked."

"No need, it's enough to know that this three-headed dog is healthy. Hagrid will definitely be happy."

"I guess so, he really likes animals," the breeder nodded decisively, "It is said that many of our precious creatures were raised by him. He is really an amazing magical biologist..."

This statement was so outrageous that William didn't know how to answer it. He even gave up the idea of ​​strolling around again, hurriedly said goodbye and left here.

——

"Go to Germany? Don't even think about it!"

"It's not Germany, it's Durmstrang, mother!"

"What's the difference?"

At the Weasley family, the twins who finally decided to have a showdown with their family were stared at fiercely by Mrs. Weasley, "Isn't Durmstrang in Germany?"

"No, Mom, this is a magic school that recruits students from all over Europe. It's a very famous place!"

"Yes, very famous." Mrs. Weasley skillfully handled the potatoes in front of her. With a wave of her wand, the potatoes were broken down into fine mashed potatoes. "The famous school of dark magic!"

"Our family has been in Gryffindor for generations. If you go to Ravenclaw or even Hufflepuff, I won't say anything. But if you go to Slytherin, I will break both of your legs." .”

"It's Durmstrang, not Slytherin, mother!"

"At least Slytherin doesn't teach dark magic, but Durmstrang does." Mrs. Weasley handed the pot to Fred and then gave the plate to George. "Don't even think about it, Slytherin is better than Durmstrang is better!”

Seeing their mother's determined expression, the two brothers finally gave up their persuasion.

This time they faced greater difficulties than imagined - the originally invincible foreign aid, their father Mr. Weasley thought for a moment after learning that they had obtained a shop near the school in Durmstrang. Just talk them out of it instead of supporting them as usual.

"This is a huge amount of wealth - I can tell you seriously that all the money at home is not enough for you to rent a shop near Durmstrang or Hogwarts."

"But," Mr. Weasley's eyes were firm, "I don't want you to go there. Many people think that black magic is nothing more than that. I'm just exposed to it, and I won't be addicted to it at all..."

"But are you sure you can really strengthen your beliefs in such a place full of black magic?"

"But Durmstrang also had a share in the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Their systematic study and the control of professors have enabled most students to escape the negative effects of black magic, but what about you?"

"Don't be so obsessed with money," Mr. Weasley looked at his two children. "I'm not sure whether you will do anything that deviates from your character in such an environment. I hope you can simply be yourself. Do things you like, and don’t do anything that deviates from your heart because of money.”

"Even if you start by setting up a street stall, it's better than working with a group of dark wizards just for a shop." He looked at his two children, "You guys think about it again, I hope you can think carefully instead of working for a shop." A store goes to one’s head.”

——

"Things are more complicated than I thought..."

In the Muggle town closest to Ilvermorny, the old headmaster placed a piece of parchment on the table.

"Until now, the school has not confirmed who the new principal is, and my most reliable guy can't tell who instructed the school directors to hold an impromptu meeting."

"Traitor, must be a traitor!"

Professor Gilbert's face was full of anger - they had returned to the country through secret channels, but they had found nothing during this period.

The dean who he considered a traitor did not become the principal, and the students did not know who the new principal was. The whole school was running reluctantly in a rather strange way.

The school has a new professor, who is highly skilled in magic and his lectures are effective in simple and profound terms, but he also has no origin.

Several students seemed to have joined a secret organization, but reliable channels could not find out what the secret organization was. They did not even know the name of the secret organization.

The story of the snakewood fire has spread secretly, but the blame has been placed on those who were driven out - among the several rumors, even the most unscrupulous rumors said that it was because of them Because of his incompetence, the snake tree passed down to the school was destroyed in the accident.

Family support is even less reliable - the Fontana family where he lives is also in huge trouble at the moment. The constant problems in the business are just minor things. The real big thing is that they have completely lost their respect for Ilvermorny. Influence, many ancient families secretly began to test the remaining influence of the family.

"It's like guys falling from the sky - we can't find the origins of the perpetrators at all, and we don't know what they promised to win over the traitors..."

The originally thought of using old connections after returning to China didn't work. The school's reforms were inexplicably supported by the Magic Congress, and the defeat in the Triwizard Tournament even had a negative impact on the current situation.

Lost the game, lost face, spent a lot of money without getting any positive feedback - some tabloids even ridiculed that if the Triwizard Tournament hadn't exposed our educational problems, maybe we would I have always thought that our principal has done a good job...

This was almost an insult by name - but they had no channel to refute it. After more than a dozen tabloids hyped up the conspiracy theory, the old principal's prestige was seriously damaged.

"Don't worry, Professor Gilbert. This is the conspiracy network of our opponent. He seems to be watching us all the time, for fear that we will succeed in making a comeback - the more arrogant they are, the more scared they are."

"Then let's just watch like this?"

"We'll wait."

"wait?"

"Wait, wait for the other party to reveal their true purpose, wait for the other party to completely reveal their plan - we must get through this summer to see who they are, what they are doing, and why."

"Learn to wait, Professor Gilbert. Time will make the muddy water clear. We will know everything by then."

"Isn't it okay to just watch them ruin the school?"

"The students were not injured, the professor was not expelled, and there was no turmoil in the Magic Parliament," the old principal smiled. "This is not a waste. Education is not abandoned. The school is still operating normally. We can just wait."

"It's okay for me to give myself a holiday and have a good summer vacation... They always get impatient sometimes."

"Then what if those guys refuse to take action?"

"What's the difference between that and me being the principal?"

The old principal laughed, but there was no hint of laughter in his eyes.