From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Damn, what stupid thing did I do..."

Harry pulled his suitcase and sat on a low wall, feeling panic and anger intertwined in his heart. Occasionally, some regrets emerged, but they were quickly dissipated by the unresolved anger.

"She deserves it."

Thinking of the so-called Aunt Maggie again, Harry still confirmed his opinion.

But no matter what happened just now, he was in a very embarrassing situation at the moment.

To be precise, he never thought that one day he would find himself in such a predicament - nowhere to go, homeless.

Casting spells was not allowed during student holidays, and he had been warned last year. Breaking the law again this year meant that not only did he lose the right to go to Hogwarts, it also meant that he was likely to go to Azkaban.

‘Azkaban. ’

Harry shuddered. Ever since it was revealed that Professor William came out of Azkaban last year, news about Azkaban has been spreading among the students for a long time.

Although many people, led by senior classmates, wrote letters for the professor, this did not affect them in the slightest from talking about the prison together.

The terrifying dementors, the deserted island with no escape route, and Azkaban under layers of fog made a group of students talk happily.

"Azkaban..."

Harry took a breath, "Can't even Professor William escape Azkaban?"

He tried not to let himself recall the scene where the professor chopped off the head of the basilisk with one spell of magic. If even a professor with such strength could not escape Azkaban, then his escape would be just a joke.

"With Hedwig away, I can't ask Hermione or Ron for help."

Harry tried to do what the professor said in the Chamber of Secrets, analyze the problem comprehensively, and then strike a fatal blow.

"The only thing I can rely on now is the magic wand in my hand and the magic I have learned for two years..."

"This is not enough, what else do I have?"

He muttered, trying to find some useful trump card for himself.

What else was the professor talking about in the secret room?

Although he deliberately made himself forget that memory, the feeling of finding out everything and breaking the situation made Harry subconsciously want to imitate it.

Suddenly, a sentence passed through Harry's mind.

"But if this prosecution is successful, the warning you got last year will be eliminated. In this way, even if you use magic in violation of the rules again, you will only get the police first——"

That's what the professor said!

He said that if the prosecution against Dobby is successful, he will only be warned the next time he casts a spell, rather than dealt with directly!

"That's it, that's it."

Harry almost jumped, if the professor hadn't deceived him...

No, no, no, the professor won't lie to me.

Shaking this thought away, he began to desperately recall the information related to the professor - he might not be able to find anything helpful.

"That's right, Hermione!"

"Hermione said that the professor took her to Hogsmeade on the Knight Bus, and then to Hogwarts."

"I could take the Knight Bus and... where does that professor live?"

Harry discovered that the location of his third source of help was unknown to him.

"Hagrid said it! Hagrid said that he and Professor William often drink together at the Leaky Cauldron during holidays. You can find the professor there!"

Thinking of this, Harry stretched out his wand and began to summon the Knight Bus according to Hermione's popular science.

——

Fabricating lies and disguising his identity, Harry used the pre-prepared excuses to successfully arrive at Diagon Alley with the help of the Knight Bus.

However, just as he carefully got off the knight bus, a pair of hands placed on his shoulders.

"You're here, Harry."

An unfamiliar voice, a familiar name.

Harry, who had been prepared for a long time, almost instantly pulled out his wand, "Expelliarmus!"

The wand almost flew up in response, and the person who was patting Harry's shoulder was hit by the spell. He staggered back a few steps before he regained his footing.

But Harry didn't make any plans for what happened next. He glanced back and froze.

Although it was still summer, Harry felt like he had been soaked in ice water.

The voice was indeed unfamiliar to him, but he knew the face - whether it was the visit of the owner of this face at Hogwarts or the photos he saw in newspapers every day, they all clearly indicated the identity of the person coming.

Cornelius Fudge.

To be precise, the current Minister of Magic and his biggest enemy, Malfoy, likes to brag most about this - my father and the Minister of Magic ate ​​together again...

Although Harry was not sensitive to politics or anything like that, he still subconsciously felt bad about himself.

Attack the Minister of Magic…

"Nice disarming charm, Harry."

Not only was the Minister of Magic not angry after being hit, but he smiled happily after being stunned for a moment.

Everything that happened next made Harry feel magical.

The Minister of Magic seemed not to care at all about a student casting spells outside the school. He enthusiastically brought him into the Leaky Cauldron Bar, enthusiastically took him to the private room of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and enthusiastically asked the bar owner Old Tom to prepare food and drinks.

"I'm not afraid that you know, Harry, you made us panic. Running away from your aunt and uncle's house like this! I originally thought...but nothing happened to you, that's what matters."

The Minister of Magic explained to him with a smile while eating ordinary pancakes.

"Eat, Harry, you don't look too well, and now we can happily talk about how we solved Miss Maggie's unfortunate inflated situation."

The Minister of Magic smiled at Harry over the edge of his teacup, like an uncle looking at his beloved nephew.

The whole conversation made Harry feel magical, but the final result was - there were no problems.

The Ministry of Magic took action and erased everything - both the damage and the memory.

"Okay, Harry, it's getting late, you should go to bed," Fudge patiently told Harry at the end of the pleasant conversation, "Let's open a small room here, Spend the rest of your vacation and everything will be fine and you can still go home next summer.”

"What about my punishment..."

Although he knew he shouldn't ask, Harry still couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, dear child, we will not punish you for such a trivial matter!" Fudge responded exaggeratedly, "That was an accident! We will not send people to Azkaban just to flatter their aunt. !”

"As for the disarming spell, well," Fudge smiled, "It's great. I'm looking forward to you becoming an Auror in the Ministry of Magic after graduation. To be honest, your dark magic - oh, you are now a self-defense magic professor. Damn, he tapped into your talent. It was also a little joke and we didn’t care, right?"

Although this disarming spell belonged to Professor Lockhart, Harry didn't say anything.

Although everything was strange, the result was better than he thought - it was just that he always felt that something strange was going on.

Why would a big shot like Fudge get involved in his use of magic?

In the distance, Fudge's voice came again, "Professor William lives here too? That's great, I think we need to have a conversation..."

ps: Yesterday I was blindly confident. I was wrong... I should have gone to bed after twelve o'clock...