From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"What's matter?"

William stopped walking outside and turned back curiously to ask.

Although he explained a lot of dangerous creatures in this class, it really didn't have many difficulties - the core content of the class was not how to deal with these big guys in the wild, but how to run away safely after encountering them.

Although there is a lot to learn about running away, compared to escaping from a wizard, there are only a few key points to evading the pursuit of magical creatures - intimidation, deception, inducement, or making them give up.

To put it bluntly, it is to pretend to scare it, to conjure other prey to seduce it, or to use magic to create afterimages or other things to mislead it, and then to hide it so that it cannot find itself to give up, or to make it lose its appetite or desire to attack.

In this case, there should be no problem for the student - if he cannot understand this, he will basically fail the fifth grade course.

"that is…"

The Beauxbatons girl raised her head and looked at William, "Can I invite you to the Christmas Eve dance?"

When he heard the word "prom", William calmly took a small step back, and then realized that there were still a bunch of students watching below.

"What a wonderful invitation."

He smiled and said, "I feel honored, but unfortunately, I won't be at Hogwarts on Christmas Day, so I can only reject you with regret, girl."

"Professor, are you going to the Ministry of Magic to attend the award ceremony?"

Before William could continue, a seventh-grade child below asked loudly.

His voice made William look at him - well, he is a Hufflepuff child who got an internship opportunity at the Ministry of Magic during the summer. He is a bit careless, but he is a good and enthusiastic boy.

"Ah, if I have to say it, yes."

William nodded, "So I have to wish you a happy prom."

"You're not going to the dance?"

Many people in the classroom made exclamations, especially the children on the Ravenclaw side. An unlucky child was full of joy and blinked at a circle of dejected children around him, making William suddenly look angry - this It was an expression that was all too familiar to him. It was the expression that many inmates in Azkaban had when they were gambling.

‘Are you betting on who my dance partner is? ’

He looked dissatisfied at the child who smiled the happiest, wondering if the next class should teach him about the dangers of the society in which adult wizards live.

"Professor, is it the Order of Merlin Level 2?"

Another child stood up and asked, the seventh grader gradually emerging from the shadow of fifth grade.

"According to the invitation letter I received, it should be like this."

William simply didn't leave and returned to the podium, "Okay, okay, if you have anything to ask, please ask. Don't spread the gossip again and say I have to deal with a dragon or something. I don't want Christmas." I have to arrest you and put you in solitary confinement during the holidays.”

"Um, Professor, are the awards given at the Ministry of Magic?"

"According to the invitation, yes."

William nodded.

Next came a few more non-nutritious questions. Seeing that the curiosity of these curious babies was temporarily satisfied, William nodded, "If there are no other questions, then we are over?"

"I still have one, Professor! Will the Ministry of Magic hold a dance or something after the honors are awarded? I heard that dances are almost mandatory after formal events?"

A Ravenclaw boy asked a question that stumped William.

The life philosophy taught by that enthusiastic gentleman in the summer party suddenly emerged - yes, after the honors are awarded, there won't be a dance at the Ministry of Magic, right?

"I don't know about this - anyway, the invitation letter didn't require it."

He spread his hands to show that he didn't know about it.

Azkaban doesn't hold a dance party. Although the dementors would definitely like it and want to change their taste, neither the Ministry of Magic nor the prisoners probably have such thoughts.

"Okay, enough questions, get out of class is over."

He clapped his hands to signal the end of the question and left the class.

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"I am so silly…"

William sat in the big office, completely in shock.

Lu Ping smiled extremely gloatingly, "Which number is it?"

"How could I possibly calculate this!"

William shook his head angrily, "So I can only scare the students of this school?"

"Isn't that right?"

Mad-Eye did not turn around, and was still busy with his work, but the weird feeling of being watched made William know that his evil eye had turned, "Look at how those children in the lower grades try to participate through the upper grades. Once you get to the school dance, you should know how the seniors try to get your way into the Ministry of Magic banquets."

As Moody finished speaking, he finished the last bit of work at hand and turned around. The magic eye turned back a little later, which looked extremely weird - but the two people present were used to it.

"Actually, if you hadn't taught all the seventh grade students, you should know how much some children would like to go to the banquet at the Ministry of Magic."

"In this regard, I think what Professor Moody said is very reasonable," Lupine couldn't stop laughing now, "but those students from other schools are different. It may be possible to go to the Ministry of Magic to witness the award ceremony, and then participate in it by the way. A ball—don’t you find that unattractive?”

Of course it was attractive, and William was also a fan of the authorities. Lu Ping immediately thought clearly about this matter as soon as he explained it.

Although it is true that there is Dumbledore in Hogwarts, Dumbledore is not so rare when everyone can see it - it is like eating Dumbledore from a chocolate frog, which is very unfulfilling. .

But Fudge is different. Although he often appears in newspapers and radio broadcasts, no one has ever seen him in real life, and he also has a whole bunch of big shots from the Ministry of Magic.

Showing off oneself in Hogwarts is great, but if the stage is changed to the Ministry of Magic, it will be incomparable.

Just like some children like to use tobacco, alcohol, foul language or other things to inappropriately test the realm of adult wizards, the banquet at the Ministry of Magic, which currently only exists for speculation, has also become a way for many students to try to test the realm of adult wizards. The stuff of wizard life.

Students at Hogwarts still have to worry about this and that, but students from the other three schools don't have to worry about that.

Especially Beauxbatons - their warrior Fleur originally tried to get Krum to invite her to dance, but when she heard about the banquet at the Ministry of Magic, she almost quarreled with her principal...

Compared to Krum asking her to dance and show off in front of a bunch of brats, how could it compare to going to the Ministry of Magic?

Fortunately, Madame Maxime insisted that it was tradition for the warrior to lead the dance, and refused to let her warrior go all the way to the Ministry of Magic to attend an uncertain dinner.

But her actions inspired many people who were eager to give it a try - these days Furong is almost the most popular person to be invited to dance. Just when she walks on the road, people who are influenced by the special power of Meiwa will invite her to dance. So after learning about her original plan, everyone became much braver.

"Damn it, I obviously only invited a few guests to watch the ceremony... Why does everyone think there will be a dance at the Ministry of Magic?"

William spread his hands with a look of helplessness on his face - he could hardly think of a more polite way to refuse!

"Because there really is a dance."

Moody grinned a half-broken mouth, "Although I will definitely not go to the ceremony, I think it is too chaotic there - but I can serve as an Auror who has attended many banquets at the Ministry of Magic. Let me tell you, there will definitely be a dance that day.”

"However," Moody said with a twisted smile, "I don't plan to share this with the students yet."

"Many thanks."

William breathed a sigh of relief, "If you don't mind, have some chocolate frogs. To be honest - they are much cuter than those over-enthusiastic students."

"You can easily be cursed behind your back if you say this."

Lupine responded while taking the chocolate frog, while Moody carefully inspected the packaging. It took him a long time to tear the wrapping paper with confidence and took a bite.

——

"Have you heard that a big incident happened in the UK a few days ago?"

In front of a stall in the small town affiliated with Ilvermorny, a group of students wearing thick fur clothes chatted and gossiped enthusiastically - since their school went to England to participate in the so-called Triwizard Tournament, the students have been very fond of Britain. The news is very enthusiastic.

However, news from the wizarding world obviously does not spread as fast as news from the Muggle world. If this incident had not been big enough and reporters here had focused their attention on Ilvermorny, it would have taken some time for the news to spread. Pass it over.

"Well, I want that, how much does it cost?"

"Seven Sickles."

"So expensive?"

"It can be used multiple times. As long as you put it in a classmate's desk, it will make him feel that there is a harassing fly nearby."

"All right…"

The boy hesitated, but finally paid. Bertha took the money and continued to listen to the people talking about British news.

"Umbridge, the former Minister of Magic has been arrested!"

"Don't talk nonsense, deputy minister, any minister, he doesn't even read the news carefully enough!"

Bertha was stunned—Deputy Minister Umbridge?

After all, she is also an employee of the Ministry of Magic - although she has been missing for a long time, she should not have been expelled yet.

Therefore, she was deeply impressed by Deputy Minister Umbridge. He was always fierce to his subordinates, good at excluding dissidents, and good at flattering his superiors. He was Minister Fudge's loyal confidant.

But, Umbridge was arrested?

Are you kidding me - there's a major shake-up in the Ministry of Magic? Secretary Fudge stepped down?

But the children soon started talking about other topics, which made Bertha, who had always been very curious, feel like a cat scratching her heart.

After finally surviving until the children who came to buy things left, she quickly closed the stall, asked the Dark Lord for instructions, and hurried off to get information.

The news had spread, and she easily obtained the original text of the Daily Prophet, and also obtained a lot of miscellaneous new news about Britain.

The journey is far away, difficult to collect and easy to attract attention - anyway, the information is not timely when it gets here, so she usually collects it once a week.

Unfolding the folded Daily Prophet, she quickly discovered the news report.

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'Former Death Eater...'

Bertha looked up from the newspaper, dumbfounded.

She never thought that the vicious deputy minister who was so harsh and even reprimanded her was actually one of her own!

'The Death Eater without a mark, the most lurking Death Eater! ’

Some collected tabloids used this title to name Deputy Minister Umbridge, as if she was the most capable Death Eater.

However, based on her deeds, Bertha had to admit that Umbridge was too patient and able to seize the opportunity to take action.

She quietly killed her boss, Barty Crouch, without any notice - Bertha's boss was also Mr. Barty, and she knew very well how keen that gentleman was and how difficult it was to deceive him.

If the reporter hadn't made a mistake, Mr. Batty might have been kept in the dark now!

'It's too... unimaginable...'

Bertha shook her head, and then she felt the back of her head lose control - it must be that the Dark Lord had woken up again.

"What are you doing in your daze, Bertha? You seem surprised?"

Tom's voice sounded, and Bertha suddenly broke into a cold sweat!

"It's over, the Dark Lord is going to be furious!"

The last time she knew he was angry was on the ship from Australia - the scene was so terrible that she didn't dare to recall it.

And now, his most loyal, capable, and tolerant Death Eater has actually been captured by the Ministry of Magic!

Will it kill people?

Will it blow up the house?

Bertha could not imagine, nor dared to imagine, what would happen - after the Dark Lord saw that terrible message...

'Well, Lord Dark Lord, Umbridge has been captured...'

Bertha was so nervous that she even forgot that she had already said this and the Dark Lord didn't have much reaction to it.

"Oh, she was caught...so, there was a coup in the wizarding world?"

"Dumbledore unveiled his hypocrisy, hunted down Fudge, and arrested Umbridge. Is that the Undersecretary?"

Tom said lazily - he doesn't have that much energy to interfere in the affairs of the British wizarding community at the moment, so it's better to just watch the excitement.

"It's Umbridge..."

Bertha's voice dropped lower.

"I know it's Umbridge...so, more information, what is Dumbledore doing?"

Tom was getting impatient.

"That's your most loyal Umbridge..."

Bertha said as she reached for the newspaper.

Voldemort was finally willing to read Bertha's mind - he really didn't want to ask the Death Eater who couldn't understand it.

The resurrection potion is still short of a lot of galleons, and coming here unexpectedly to collect information will delay a lot of things.

However, after a few minutes, he also fell silent.

"Lord Dark Lord?"

Bertha asked carefully and tentatively, but there was no response...

"Lord Dark Lord?"

She mustered up the courage to ask again.

"I…"

Voldemort's tone was full of doubt, and he spoke to himself, "Did I forget something?"

"Is my method of immortality incomplete?"

"Did I lose any memories from those times?"

"My method is not perfect?"

He began to doubt himself and began to recall the painful past - did he lose any memory after becoming what he is now?