From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Late night, Hogwarts Hospital.

There were no other patients in need of hospitalization in the school hospital where the school term had just started, and the surrounding area was so quiet that there was no sound of mosquitoes. Madam Pomfrey had an extraordinary amount of knowledge in magic that paid attention to details.

The only patient, Peter Pettigrew, was lying quietly on the bed at the moment, but his eyes were not closed.

"Want to run away?"

This thought had been going around for a long time, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

That guy Sirius already knew that he was not dead, and was now hunting him all over the world - if he escaped from Hogwarts, then he would hardly have to worry about being caught by Sirius.

However, that also means that Dumbledore will understand that there are serious problems with the past.

Who knows, by that time, Sirius will lose all punishment from the wizarding world under the protection of Dumbledore, and then he will wholeheartedly capture and kill him to death - he understands Sirius and the importance of being protected.

'If I continue to pretend to be crazy, Hogwarts will protect me. No one will believe Sirius... Although I have lost the protection of the Dark Lord, I can still get the protection of Dumbledore. ’

Various thoughts floated through his mind, but he couldn't make a decision at all.

"Dammit Black, why don't you rot in Azkaban?"

He cursed fiercely, but still did not dare to curse out loud.

Even so, the hospital bed he was lying on still made a slight creaking sound.

The next second, two house elves appeared. They looked at Pettigrew nervously, "Are you okay, Mr. Peter?"

"Squeak!"

"Do you need food?" The elf on the left thought for a moment and then handed over a basket of food. "Are you okay? If you need anything..."

"squeak!"

"We will deliver meals or provide other services for you. This is what Principal Dumbledore ordered."

"Squeak~~~!"

The elf didn't say anything, bowed, and left.

"Zhizhi~~~~!"

Peter put his head into the basket without any hesitation, and then ate with his hands and mouth - this was not a difficult task, the food here was much more delicious than rat food, and he didn't like this way of eating. Been using it for more than ten years.

'It shouldn't be surveillance, just taking care of...'

'Stupid Dumbledore, just as gullible as ever...'

'What use can two house elves do when I run away? ’

‘Do they expect me to make a mistake? I have been a rat for more than ten years... just a few days... When Sirius is killed by the dementors, I may not be able to recover gradually...'

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"Dear Deputy Headmistress McGonagall, we are guarding Hogwarts."

The knight in the oil painting saw the person coming, stood up straight and saluted - although it was still in the oil painting.

"Thank you. Please pay attention to the unusual events happening here in the next period of time." Professor McGonagall nodded in response to the oil painting. "Especially pay attention to the rats. Don't let them get into the ward, and don't let the rats come out of it."

Although Dumbledore had cracked Peter's Animagus, she knew very well how terrifying it would be to learn this transformation technique that could be completed without the help of a wand, especially if poor little Peter lost his mind. It would be even more dangerous if they turned into mice and sneaked out.

Thinking of this, she cast a few more spells around the school hospital, and once again asked the oil painting and armor guards to notify her as soon as possible if anything unusual happened.

'Poor Peter, we can't notify the Ministry of Magic for the time being. If Sirius knows about it, he will definitely come to assassinate him. ’

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"He...should be fine...he hasn't attacked for three years. If it's true..."

"Occlumency is not a problem, after all, it operates automatically... Losing memory is not a problem... Running to that dormitory is not a problem... But if you add it up, there are too many coincidences..."

"Is it really reliable?"

"If Blake knew...who would he make his first target?"

"No...no, I promised Albus..."

"But...it's impossible for the campus hospital to treat that kind of injury. Madam Pomfrey can't do it...If the hospital is transferred to St. Mungo's, according to the bastard ethics of the Ministry of Magic, they will definitely publicize their contribution to the discovery of Pettigrew and claim that It’s not like I didn’t do anything.”

"As long as he is sent to St. Mungo's, that guy Black will most likely abandon Hogwarts and attack a hospital with weak protection."

"Ha...we are really good friends..."

"We need to add more protection to the hospital... He is like a mouse now... If he really imitates a mouse and runs away..."

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"Wormtail, Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs."

William opened the map and stared at the names on it in a daze.

Wormtail's name was called Pettigrew by Lupine.

I have four nicknames and four friends, and I can still contact one of them, which is almost self-inflicted.

"Genius' idea, genius' map..."

William stared at the dense lines on the map, the secret passages, and the names represented by the small black dots. He couldn't help but admire the sleeping Lupine over there.

Putting the map away with great perseverance, he began to think about the four names and the map.

"Wormtail... refers to the rat's tail."

"So, Moon Face should be Lupine - or there is a high probability that it is him."

"The werewolf who transforms when he sees the full moon, Moon Face, is really a simple and easy-to-understand name..."

"Bigfoot? This is interesting...whose feet are particularly big?"

"And the prongs... are even more incomprehensible."

"But a group of students actually explored every corner of Hogwarts. Even the maps they left behind helped the two most trouble-making Gryffindors later."

"…etc!"

"Lupine came to teach at the school just this year, and he knows exactly what will happen if his identity as a werewolf is exposed!"

William looked at Lupine aside, "You can't escape the transformation of a werewolf. You can only use wolfsbane potion... But the cycle is too obvious. There is a special chapter on self-defense to deal with werewolves! That Professor Snape It’s impossible for someone obsessed with black magic not to be able to tell the difference!”

"And if I guess correctly, all the professors in the school should know about Lupine being a werewolf in advance!"

"It is destined to be impossible to retain, destined to attract criticism, and it is also dangerous...not to mention that there is an old enemy like Professor Snape..."

"Padfoot or Prongs is Sirius, and Professor Lupin knows he knows most of the secret passages!"

"He's here to catch Sirius!"

"But knowing the secret passage... I can still sneak into Hogwarts under the influence of a bunch of dementors..."

"He decided Sirius could fool the Dementors!"

"It's not right...it's more than that..."

William instantly pulled out his wand, and then shot the drunken Lupine unconscious.

"Sorry, Professor Lupin."

He said slightly apologetically to Lupine, who had really passed out, "I've been through other people's offices, so I will never let such a thing happen in my office."

William hurriedly added various protective spells to his newly arrived door, and ran directly towards Filch's office.

"Sorry, Filch, I need the weather records of Hogwarts in the last twenty years. Do you have them here?"

"Of course, how could there not be such a basic record?"

Filch, who was feeding the cat, stood up and found what William needed in a few clicks - "Twenty years of records are here, Professor William."

"Thanks, Filch, I'll treat you to a drink some other time."

"That's not necessary. Let's lock up a few more students, professor. Those children have been very naughty recently..."

This was really hard to say, so William left with a haha, then returned to his office, and began to look through the weather records in front of the sleepy Lupine.

"As long as they are from those years, they are considered geniuses. From the second grade to the seventh grade, the full moon cannot be cloudy, and there must be heavy rainstorms..."

"I found it. Sure enough, it was there in those few years!"

After confirming that it was correct, William untied the spell for Lupine, pretended as if nothing happened, and let the elf take him back to the office.

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At the dinner table the next day.

"What, records of mandrake cultivation?"

"William," Adams looked surprised, "What do you want this for?"

Before William could answer, Adams continued talking to himself, "But it really does exist. That thing is too precious and too dangerous, so when the school decides to plant it, it will be recorded. I will bring it to you in the afternoon."

"Thanks, Adams," William's eyes were a little dark - he checked the information very late yesterday, and today he was too excited and didn't sleep well, so he got up to look for the information.

Mainly because this piece of the puzzle was missing, and he really couldn't sleep.

"As long as you don't want mandrake, I will never grow that devilish herb again!"

Adams looked wary.

At this, William rolled his eyes - his current transformation technique didn't even dare to study human body transformation, and he didn't expect such things as Animagus.

By the afternoon, the required information was sent over, and with just a simple search, William determined that those children had successfully harvested the school's wool - when they were studying, a batch of mandrakes happened to be planted in the school greenhouse.

"It's confirmed, Pettigrew is an Animagus practicing in the school."

"Professor Luping should know better - he couldn't speak for a month when he first started practicing. You can't hide this kind of thing from your friends, let alone the crazy steps that follow."

"Then, here's the problem..."

William put the record down.

"If one person does this kind of activity of trying new magic, will the others not follow suit?"

Although it is a bit biased to say this as a professor - children born in Gryffindor have a cohesive, blind and unafraid style when facing unknown challenges.

If one member of the small group dares to try Animagus, it is impossible for the rest of the group not to try, especially as far as William knows, Peter Pettigrew is not yet the leader of the small group.

'Not just one illegal Animagus... four? ’

'No, Lupine couldn't complete the first step, so there are three, three illegal Animagus! ’

'Sirius is an illegal Animagus too! ’

William quickly came up with this bold guess - and if this guess was true, Sirius's escape would be immediately explained.

Scabbers in his Animagus state cannot be affected by Legilimency, and Sirius, the Animagus, cannot be noticed by Dementors!

As a wizard who has been with those black-skinned wizards for a long time, William has naturally made guesses about their abilities - seven legal Animagus in a century... It makes sense...

"Transform and escape...leave Azkaban..."

"Sirius Black, I am really yours..."

"Ask Professor Lupin..." William spread his hands, "The four nicknames are probably related to the transformed state. I don't believe he doesn't know about Sirius' Animagus... No matter what he thought before, But... now we don’t have that much time, and there’s still one more person lying in the hospital!”

"No...there's still something I don't understand."

William suddenly stopped, "Black betrayed his friends to help the Dark Lord, and why did he torture Pettigrew?"

"Things that can be solved with a single shot of black magic, how much hatred did he have to turn Pettigrew into a mouse and imprison him for so many years?"

"Also, who sent Pettigrew to the pet shop?"

He couldn't suppress the problems that suddenly appeared. After working hard for a long time, William finally gave up.

"Dementors are just dementors. You have to go to Diagon Alley and see what's going on in that pet shop. Otherwise, I probably won't be able to sleep today."

Once you have this idea firmly in mind, the next steps will be smoother.

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"Pet records from twelve years ago? Well, we still have dragon eggs. Do you want to take a look?"

"Dragon eggs? Has the law changed? Why don't you get one? I'll just go back and give it as a gift."

During this period of time, William was busy with the start of school, and he really had never heard of such a thing - but there should be some in the newspapers. Could it be that Sirius was too popular and such things were suppressed?

"Do you know how to joke around?" The shop owner not only did not take out the dragon eggs, but his face suddenly changed. "Come over here and just make a joke that doesn't make sense. You don't even understand what it means?"

After looking through the records all night and day, William finally realized that the other party was teasing him - he had to get used to asking Filch for records at school. He was really out of touch with the magical society.

"Find the record, ten galleons."

Fortunately, Galen is always eloquent - half an hour later, the records at that time were dug out, and the shop owner pointed to that line of records, "One disabled mouse, five Sickles..."

"I picked it up probably two months before it was sold, right? It feels like someone's pet ran away and is disabled, but it is very obedient and it looks like it has been trained... I am not lying, it is really trained A well-trained mouse is just one that has been trained by others...it can also read newspapers and is much smarter than ordinary mice."

"read newspaper?"

"Yeah, sneaking into the newspaper and reading it when no one else is paying attention... how cool would it be?"

"And he would choose his own owner. Rats were popular as pets at that time. 1 But when a few little boys who looked naughty came to buy them, the naughty boy hid in the innermost part of the cage, and no one else could see him... I It’s not a cover-up, it’s smarter than any trained rat!”