From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It's Easter vacation..."

When he got up early in the morning, William fed his own owl. After watching it eat, he smiled and ruffled a piece of feathers near its head, causing it to peck himself angrily. Then he said to it, " I have to go on a long journey, so you go and stay in the school shed first - don't bully other owls!"

"Gu?"

"I'll bring you some owl food from other countries."

"Gu~"

There is still a week left in the Easter vacation, but William has already committed all the courses except for the fifth grade. As for the fifth grade, they have exams this week. Letting Moody invigilate the exam will actually make those children afraid to get up. Bad intentions.

As the time came closer to the end of the term, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more high - up to now, there was not even a trace of the resurrection of the Dark Lord. He really couldn't rest assured and decided to visit the countries he knew. Black market, find out what weird things have happened recently in places where the sun cannot see.

Dumbledore originally asked him to get ready to do something very important together. After listening to William's report, some news finally came out - this matter cannot be completed at least before Easter. So William still has enough time to complete it.

'Two hundred galleons of funding, a letter of recommendation from Dumbledore...'

He sighed, opened the window and let his owl out, and then began to seal the doors and windows with magic.

After sealing it off bit by bit, he refocused his attention on the crucible in the center of the office, the weak and almost invisible magic flame. This crucible made of fire crab shells did not even boil. The liquid has begun to turn into a transparent color, so pure that you can see the bottom of the pot at a glance.

This change came much later than the theory, but earlier than William expected - but, fortunately, it almost perfectly reached the level that the theory should have.

It was its transformation that gave William the possibility of traveling far away in the next period of time.

‘The only good news is that the brewing of the elixir is on track. I hope it will bring me enough luck and not be like a headless fly, stumbling around. ’

He looked at the elixir again, added all the protection to it, then left the office and locked the last door.

‘Now, take my exam and find him... ’

——

"It should be this area..."

Sirius wiped his sweat and looked at his house elf and said.

The search work was quite unsuccessful. He searched almost everywhere in the area before finally noticing this remote sea area that he had never seen before.

The cliffs are reborn, covered with reefs, there are no beaches, no trees - it is a place without any development significance - but Sirius can't figure out why he ignored such an area in the previous search!

The villagers are hiding here, the gold coins are hiding here, and Dobby is hiding here, but no one has any doubts about this, as if this place is really not important, and it is abandoned as worthless.

Even he himself was unconsciously affected - this should be the final search area today, but when he came over, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't written to Harry yet and returned to the tent to start. I happily wrote a letter to my godson, and it wasn't until I was about to quietly reveal a little progress in the middle of writing that I suddenly realized what my original goal was.

After that, he and Jin Coin began to test the area from different angles. Whenever one person was about to return, the other person quickly reminded him and then marked the area on the map based on observation.

'It's just like...an enhanced version of the Muggle Expelling Curse...'

He looked at the area without any boundaries. Not only was he not afraid at all, but he became even more eager to try.

But just before he was about to take the risk, the half-written letter to Harry suddenly came to mind, which made him hesitate in taking steps...

'Forget it, such an interesting thing - let's share it with Moony Face. If we can call over the professor who Harry praised so much...'

——

"Dumbledore...Karkaroff seems to have discovered something..."

"Are you scared, Severus?"

"No, I just want to kill him - at any cost."

"Then protect him..."

“…”

"Then, his resurrection..."

"I've got some ideas, Severus."

"what can I do?"

"Protect him."

“…”

——

Bang - the small bag containing Galleons hit the table, making a unique and pleasant sound.

"What do you want, or what do you want to know?"

"Is there any news about any deaths recently?"

"Dead people? Muggles or wizards? Muggles happen every day. As for wizards, there have been about nine cases in this country this month that the Ministry of Magic is unclear about. Who do you want to know about?"

"Everyone."

——

"Pack your things, Bertha, I'm tired..."

Voldemort made a tired voice, and he even missed Quirrell a little at this moment - although he clumsily designed some useless tricks, he was honest and unambiguous when he started.

Although Bertha seems to be loyal enough at the moment, her ability is so limited that she doesn't dare to kill anyone herself. Even the information she gets from her is full of errors.

Obviously we only need to kill a guy who hides the goods and refuses to take action, but now we have to kill an irrelevant one.

She didn't even learn basic spells like the Cruciatus Curse properly, so he had to interrogate her in person to get the information he wanted.

Fortunately, he is lucky enough now - the potion he needs has been prepared, and Easter does not need to be postponed after all...

"What are you doing, Bertha, pack your things quickly!"

"I…"

Bertha was stupid again - she was afraid, and Voldemort knew her thoughts immediately.

"After today, there will be no irrelevant people to sacrifice - we can focus on dealing with our enemies. They are just the necessary price to pay when they resist for us..."

"Stop crying, think about the future. We will allow all wizards to breathe freely, instead of putting shackles on themselves under the bewitchment of Muggle-born wizards like now..."

"It's...the Dark Lord..."

Bertha's crying voice subsided a little, and she clumsily began to pack up according to Voldemort's instructions, and began to fabricate a scene where the experiment failed and caused an explosion...

Ten minutes later, there was a loud bang in the room where no one was alive, and green flames began to devour everything crazily.

——

"You're late again."

"Sorry, I'm training a very interesting spell, you see..."

Harry took out his wand and demonstrated it - Sirius' case investigation had been very urgent, and he couldn't bear to interrupt it, so he simply stayed at Hogwarts for Easter.

Of course, this is also related to his wanting to enjoy this time in school with Qiu.

There was no way, Qiu was just in fifth grade this year, and the professors all took action, especially William. After the Triwizard Tournament started, they found that the students' grades had declined and they immediately increased their academic burden.

Although this was quite helpful in improving his performance, it also reduced Qiu's free time to almost nothing.

Therefore, they all cherished the days when they could leave school and date - Harry even specially trained this transfiguration skill, which was more showy than practical, for a performance.

"It's very, very good..."

Qiu spared no effort in praising her, but soon her expression became strange, "However, I always feel like Professor William is casting a spell..."

"No, Hermione said..."

The moderate pain that came from his head again made Harry habitually start to find topics to hide his facial expressions, but...

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. He didn't even bother with his headache and looked at Qiu in horror. However, he couldn't take back what he said.

This word is even somewhat banned at the moment - due to his fifth grade coursework, he actually spent more time with Hermione than with Qiu during this period, which caused him to become irritable due to study pressure. Autumn…

"Hermione again..."

Qiu stood up and left without looking back. Harry didn't even care about his headache and quickly stood up and chased after him. However, just as he reached the door, Qiu took out his wand and pointed it at him.

The long period of special training and the group combat training during this period made Harry subconsciously take out his wand and said, "Expelliarmus!!!"

As soon as the spell was uttered, Harry despaired.

At this moment, he desperately wished that he was a bad wizard and failed to cast a spell...

But unfortunately, his spell casting was extremely successful, and it could even be said that it was too successful - when he helped Qiu up and returned the wand with a guilty look on his face, Qiu's angry eyes made him unable to even speak. …

Afterwards, Qiu left without looking back. He hurriedly chased after her, suppressed the pain, and began to think about ways to coax Qiu.

——

"There are so many new things, guest - the world is so big. If you want to investigate new things, you really can't finish it in a day or two."

"Tell me a little and listen, maybe it will be of some use..."

William sighed and sat next to the bar.

With limited manpower, he visited the large black markets in most European countries during this short vacation. He found out more than a hundred cases of death incidents that were not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, and personally inspected eleven cases that might be fishy... It's a pity that Nothing was found.

"Who are you looking for? Or are you looking for something?"

The shop owner served William a sweet wine, "Actually, let me tell you, instead of pursuing those illusory things, it is better to cherish the present - listen to my advice, hate can't be easily let go, but don't indulge in revenge too much. Ignore what is in front of me."

Seeing that William was stunned, the boss shook his head slightly, "Think about it carefully, young man, running around in the dust, I think your boots are almost worn out, think about it carefully, the things you pay attention to may actually be... It’s right in front of you.”

"The thing you're paying attention to is right in front of you?"

William was stunned. He threw down a handful of Galleons and rushed out of the tavern like crazy.

Yes, he was so focused on the Dark Lord's resurrection that he completely forgot about his goal and who he wanted to take revenge on!

According to the information he found, according to his inferences, and according to all the information he found, the Dark Lord is a more petty guy than anyone else. What he hates most is that his majesty has been compromised!

He can even ruin his own appearance!

The people William knew who concealed their handsome appearance were Di Qing and Prince Lanling, and the reason why they covered their faces with iron was because they were afraid that they would not be afraid of their subordinates if they were too handsome!

Therefore - the person Voldemort hates most is not Dumbledore, the recognized first white wizard, but Harry!

He didn't need to look for a needle in a haystack like a madman to find out where Voldemort was, he just needed to keep Harry safe!

If you follow Voldemort's footsteps wholeheartedly, you will be completely trapped.

'Furthermore...' William sighed, 'I looked it up again and again, and forgot one of the links that is most likely to go wrong at the moment - our ally, the Ministry of Magic...'

——

"It didn't work..."

Harry endured his headache and returned to his dormitory - at this moment, he was the only one left in the dormitory.

Ron went back home for Easter because Bill was back, and he had originally thought that Harry was going to spend the holidays with Sirius, so he informed his family directly.

The rest of the roommates are not here either...

'It's obviously an Easter date...'

"But now..."

Harry couldn't help but blame himself - why did he say that he had trained this magic with Hermione's help?

But you can't rely on Ron, Ron has copied all his recent homework!

He thought in frustration - Qiu was still very angry, but seemed to be getting a little better, and was reluctantly willing to communicate with him through his roommates. He paid for it with a large bag of snacks.

'Damn headache...'

He touched the scar and found that it was even a little warm.

This was something that had never happened before - but for a moment Harry didn't even know who to talk to to discuss it.

It was already late at night, he couldn't sneak out and wake up Lupine...

But, scars...

Suddenly, Harry felt a strong uneasiness that was the only thing in his life. He immediately pulled out his wand and stood up, trying to defend himself.

However, he lay on the ground and looked around, but still couldn't find where the danger came from.

'Damn...'

His head hurt even more, and he even heard someone laughing strangely.

But the moment was cut short by a splitting headache - it stopped, disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

But Harry felt powerless...as if all his strength had been extracted, his heart began to beat crazily, and a force that seemed to tear him apart suddenly appeared, as if that force came from himself. , the more he wants to control, the stronger the power becomes...

Then, he felt a power that seemed to come from a dementor, cold... biting cold... so cold that it seemed to freeze everything...

And under this coldness, there was a huge emptiness and nausea, making him feel as if he was about to vomit something...

He tried to pick up the wand, but the pain he had never felt before emerged, causing him to scream in pain...

‘Am I going to… die? ’