I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

　　 Lynn and Professor Fox found a small hotel to stay.

　　 And Smith also returned to the church at this time.

　　 Simon and Leon have not left yet, they and Rozier are smoking cigarettes in the church and waiting.

　　The clean land of the Lord is now full of smoke.

　　 Smith pushed open the door of the church, caught off guard, choked by the smoke all over the room.

　　 "Have you drawn enough? If a believer comes to see such a scene, Rozier, are you not afraid of punishment from the church?"

　　 Rozier squeezed out the cigarette butt, his face was disdainful,

　　 "If I was afraid of those old gods, I would have stopped being a nun."

　　 Leon and Simon helped open the windows to ventilate the air, and at the same time asked Smith about the results.

　　 Smith sat on the bench laboriously and shook his head.

　　 "They are too vigilant, and I seem to have been stunned."

　　 Simon and Leon looked at each other, Rozier spoke at this moment.

　　 "So, when you went out, not only did you not inquire about anything, but you also exposed us?"

　　 "We are not a secret here, they will always find a way to know our existence, and I am not without gain." Smith rubbed his stumped leg.

　　 "I always feel a little impressed with that adult wizard, Leon, go, and get all the Daily Prophet from the previous year."

　　 "Why do you always call me?" Leon muttered, but he stood up and walked into the church, and took out a thick stack of newspapers.

　　 Smith turned over from the back, and quickly found what he wanted, took out the Daily Prophet, and spread it in front of the three of them.

　　 The date of the newspaper is September 1990, and the front page is impressively: Prisoner of the past, today's defense class professor!

　　 The picture in the newspaper clearly expresses the malice of the person who wrote this article towards Professor Fox.

　　 She chose a photo of Fox when he was in prison ten years ago. His hair was messy, his eyes were sunken, his face was gloomy and pale, his eyes looked at the camera numbly, without blinking.

"it's him!"

　　 Smith knocked on the photo in the newspaper and confirmed.

　　 "He is still with a little boy next to him, but he is not 15 or 6 years old as Rozier said, and he seems to be 13 years old at most. He should be a student."

　　 "Professor and little wizard at Hogwarts?" Simon asked in surprise, "Why are they here?"

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Rozier slapped the table with a slap, shocking the three old men!

　　 "No matter why they came here! Now that you have entered this city, you can't help them! Capture them for me!"

　　 Her expression is still cold, but the hatred Smith in her eyes and her tone can be heard.

　　 The three of them were silent.

　　 Rozier squinted at them: "Are you scared?"

　　 Seeing that the two people around him were silent, Ryan had no choice but to persuade him.

"It's been so many years, and I know you still hate Dumbledore, but we can't offend him. What about after the professor and the little wizard at Hogwarts are arrested? Can we still kill him or not? Now? It is a society under the rule of law. Even if we are all old bachelors, you have to think about other married colleagues. They always have to live."

　　 Rozier sneered.

　　 "Sure enough, you have forgotten your identity as a wizard, shouting for the greater good, but you are willing to accept Muggle laws and governance."

　　Ryan and the three looked at each other, and they all saw the bitterness in their eyes.

　　 They don't even have magic power. Who else would treat them as wizards except themselves?

　　 What else can I do if I don’t accept the governance and jurisdiction of Muggles? Still continue the same idea and put them in a cell by those Muggle policemen?

　　 After so long, Ryan and the others have already confessed their fate. Only Rozier has always remembered the idea of ​​the adult who was imprisoned in Newmontgard.

　　 It was obvious that even the adult had already given up, but Rozier never let go.

　　 She missed their former glory, and hated Albus Dumbledore who knocked them down.

Rozier subconsciously touched the cigarette case in her pocket, but there was no more cigarettes inside, the death of another old friend, and the arrival of a wizard in this small town made her upset. She has smoked today. Quite a few.

　　 The church was quiet for a long time.

　　 "I didn't say to kill them either." Rozier spoke slowly.

"Since they have come here, they have become like us. Don't think about going back to be any professor or little wizard in the future. Whether they stay here or ask Dumbledore for help, All of this site has to be approved by us."

　　 Simon pondered Rozier's words.

　　 "So, you mean to catch them and let them worship the mountain?"

　　 "We are not a mafia! What mountain to worship!" Rozier was angered by Simon's IQ.

　　 "After catching them, then notify Dumbledore! Let him come and lead them by himself!"

　　 Leon understood Rozier's meaning.

　　 "Are you trying to save Dumbledore's face?"

"Humph!" Rozier snorted coldly. "Even if the Dark Lord has been imprisoned in Newmontgard, what he left behind is not something the wizard can resist. Let Dumbledore come and see. The professor and the little wizard have lost their magic, what can he do!"

　　 There was another silence in the church.

　　 Finally, Smith knocked **** the floor with his cane.

　　 "It's done! We have been suffocating this breath for so many years, and I don't know how many days we will have a good life! If you tie them up, you will be out of breath!"

　　 Seeing that they have come to a conclusion, Simon has always been determined by others to do things, Leon asked hesitantly.

　　 "Then...how should I tie it?"

　　 Smith walked outside the church with a cane~www.wuxiahere.com~ Go home to sleep tonight, Simon, your cows are probably starving to death, and they can't run. I'll talk about it tomorrow. "

　　 The three old men dispersed separately.

　　 Only Rozier was sitting in the empty auditorium. She looked at the cross and squeezed her hands in front of her, not knowing whether she was praying or talking to herself.

　　……

　　 "Recently, a criminal gang that committed a major robbery in Edinburgh is fleeing in the direction of our city..."

　　 In a small hotel.

　　 The beautiful hostess on old-fashioned TV is broadcasting local news in Barabara.

　　 Lynn and Professor Fox were lying on the bed and chatting about their current situation.

　　 "Who did you ask for the news? Professor Dumbledore?"

　　 Fox shook his head.

"Of course not. Dumbledore is not necessarily in the UK at this time. He is an internationally renowned wizard. Recently, the disturbances in the Soviet Union have been a bit big. The Soviet Ministry of Magic is already showing signs of disintegration, he estimated. Helping to mediate over there."

"Who is that?"

　　 "Alastor Moody, the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, used to have a little friendship in combating the Dark Wizard."

　　 "Then how would he send the news to us? Is it by Muggle mail?"

　　 "I think he might still use an owl. This is just to swallow the magic power of the wizard, and it should have no effect on the owl."

　　 At this time, outside the hotel window, a sound of a hard object hitting the glass suddenly sounded, and Linn and Professor Fox turned their heads and looked at them together.

　　 An owl is carrying a letter, tilting his head and looking at them outside the window.