From Azkaban To Hogwarts

When Harry and the four of them were going crazy for a Firebolt, William was in the team heading to Durmstrang.

There is no way, the school's teaching tasks are not light during non-holidays, and large-scale projects such as the Triwizard Tournament require a lot of communication, and there is no way to solve it without taking advantage of the long vacation.

Although it sounds like Dumbledore and the principal opposite can solve this problem through a meeting, how can things be done like that?

Although he had learned about some matters related to the Triwizard Tournament before, William was mainly looking for possible loopholes at that time. When it came time to actually take charge of negotiations, there was too much information for him to read.

First of all, there is the issue of the venue - just like the Olympics, when the influence is great, who doesn’t want to show their face?

Moreover, as an international event, funds can be obtained directly from the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic. The relevant officials will absolutely cooperate fully and there will be no resistance.

But there’s something fishy inside, um…

The venue is over and the time has to be right.

As for the contestants - luckily for the organizers, it is impossible for the other two schools to bring all the children of the right age. They can only select the best ones in advance and send them over in hopes of winning the championship.

Okay, now that the candidates have been selected, it’s impossible not to go to class for half a year, right?

Even if the organizer allows contestants to observe, there will still be a series of daunting problems such as language issues, teaching material issues, course progress issues, etc.

This issue needs to be negotiated again.

Also, the contestants’ living expenses – food can be provided by the organizer, but what about the rest?

Question again…

In short, there are too many things to coordinate in this large-scale competition. Even if Professor McGonagall provided a reference form, William was still dazzled.

'Look at those languages ​​again...'

At night's rest time, William stayed in the room provided by the Ministry of Magic and took out his textbook again.

'It's more troublesome to cross the border than to cross the border illegally...'

While he was simply arranging protective spells, he complained - if it were smuggling, the goods would have already arrived in Germany. As a result, their official mission did not leave the UK the next day!

"William, come and play cards!"

Adams knocked on the door and shouted directly at the door.

In addition to Professor McGonagall, the negotiation team included six professors, and Adams also signed up.

"Okay, right away."

William directly threw down the textbook, confirmed the person coming by avoiding him out of habit, and then left the room.

This is his first time as a professor on a business trip. Although he has already heard many introductions, it is not a bad thing to chat more with other professors and learn more about things - he can't do it in front of Durmstrang's professor. Are you going to make a fool of yourself?

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"The Triwizard Tournament hasn't been held for more than a hundred years... The Ministry of Magic is really willing to spend money."

At the card table, William barely spoke and listened to the other professors talking the whole time.

"It also collided with the Quidditch match, and I couldn't mobilize the manpower." Another professor also shook his head, "If not every inch of Hogwarts is covered with protective spells, just preparing the venue would be enough. tiring."

"Isn't it?"

Adams continued, "Besides, it's not a good idea to communicate with Durmstrang... They are so mysterious that they even deceive their own students, and they haven't announced their address yet."

"Not announced?"

"Well, the official claim is that the address is kept confidential."

Adams responded to William, "That's what the information says, but you'll know after actually going there a few times. They just use some unknown ritual to create an effect similar to the Forgetting Spell. After leaving there, you will forget the location of the castle - —As if doing so would deceive everyone.”

"Isn't it?"

Another professor picked up the conversation - "Dumbledore is unwilling. Can their magic still deceive Dumbledore?"

"Even... he openly teaches dark magic. When Grindelwald was arrested, Durmstrang should have been tried together with him. If you ask me, given their education system, sooner or later there will be another dark wizard."

"What's the use of teaching dark magic? Doesn't the principal have to let Hogwarts graduates go? Although Karkaroff is not a good guy."

Speaking of this, all the professors present laughed.

Everyone graduated from Hogwarts, and there are graduates from all generations - Karkaroff's personal ability is actually not bad, otherwise he would not be the principal of Durmstrang, but as soon as his name came out on the information, it was Don't even think about covering up the embarrassing things.

There are people who watched you when you were in first grade, and people who came in to see you when you were about to graduate. What kind of gossip can deceive you?

They are the three major magic schools in Europe. How can they still have no conflicts after nearly a thousand years?

Speaking of Karkaroff, the whole audience laughed.

‘Oh my god…discrimination between schools is so strong? ’

William did not graduate from Hogwarts, and naturally he had never encountered a situation where purebloods used Durmstrang to show off during school - especially since the self-defense courses at Hogwarts have not been very good in recent years. , many purebloods boasted that I was going to study black magic in Durmstrang...

This situation has spread, it's strange that there is no discrimination against that place - looking at the information, the other principal is a Death Eater who escaped trial. As expected, none of you are good at learning black magic.

"Speaking of which, Beauxbatons' side is put in the background. I don't know what the wizards in France think of it."

"What do you think?" An older professor joined the conversation, "We must have concluded that we may have made some secret agreement with the Durmstrang school? Anyway, they are particularly good at cheating."

He paused and took a sip of water. "Although cheating is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, judging from my interactions with ghosts, the French are the most traditional."

The laughter spread again, but the professor had no intention of stopping, "At that time, Grindelwald's wizards, or saints - there were two names, didn't they just treat France as their own backyard?" Are you playing?"

"I remember Paris almost burned down at that time - the wizard of Beauxbatons, tsk tsk..."

He didn't finish what he said, but the laughter of those present could no longer be suppressed.

'Paris almost burned down? Why didn’t I see it in the information…’

William was stunned - he knew about Grindelwald and the first Dark Lord, but this was not in the information?

"What's wrong, Professor William, you look confused?"

Probably because William's laughter wasn't loud enough, the professor who revealed the scandal looked at him in confusion.

"Oh, by the way -" he suddenly smiled, "there is no relevant information recorded. For some special reasons, the French Ministry of Magic refused to acknowledge this matter."

"As for the British side, the mysterious person also deleted the relevant information, so whether it is official or private news, this outrageous thing has not been recorded for the time being."

Okay - the Ministry of Magic doesn't recognize it, Hogwarts doesn't recognize it, and the Death Eaters don't recognize it, so how can there be any data to show it.

But burning Paris...is it a fire?

Lihuo can't do it either. Although it claims to be able to burn all things and is the most terrifying black magic, according to the situation William has mastered, it can be stopped with a little protection...

"If you ask me, the mysterious man is not as scary as Grindelwald. That's because our Ministry of Magic habitually exaggerates him. At that time, Grindelwald was so powerful that half of the magical world was alarmed. Okay, where is the mysterious man..."

This topic obviously chilled the scene.

"You've had too much to drink, Professor."

Adams, who was nearest, smiled and supported Professor Corey who was still about to say something, and then helped him to the room.

"call…"

After completing the task, Adams returned to the room and shook his head, "Professor Corey is still like that... can you comment on such things?"

Because the Dark Lord's team collapsed so quickly, the British magical community was not even ready to accept the victory - they celebrated crazily for many days before they thought that there were still Death Eaters to deal with.

Even the most elite Aurors were ambushed a lot because of this - there was nothing they could do, everyone just celebrated.

Therefore, the Death Eaters used various methods to hide before the Ministry of Magic could react, and they still engage in trouble in masks from time to time. This means that the Daily Prophet rarely publishes similar incidents.

It’s okay to talk about Grindelwald, but there’s no need to talk about Death Eaters.

The Wiccan Party is far away, but the Death Eaters are in the UK - for more than ten years, mysterious people are still taboo, but there are Death Eaters here.

Forget about talking about Hogwarts, there are people from the Ministry of Magic walking together now, and God knows if there are spies from Death Eaters - who doesn't know that the top purebloods are all Death Eaters who have escaped punishment? ? Why do you think the Ministry of Magic let them escape justice?

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"Firebolt! Harry!"

The twins completely lost their calm. They didn't even dare to touch the broom forward. Instead, they chose to hug Harry directly. "It's a real Firebolt! Harry!"

"Yes, it's a Firebolt!"

Harry was also a little incoherent with excitement. He didn't know for a moment whether to hug George on the left or Fred on the right - or switch?

"Can I touch it?"

Ron asked cautiously.

"Of course, Ron," Harry replied generously, and then he remembered an important thing - who was so generous as to give him a Firebolt?

'Dumbledore? The principal will not give such expensive gifts to students...'

'Professor McGonagall? Although Nimbus 2000 was given to me by the professor, the Firebolt is too exaggerated. If it is Nimbus 2002, it is possible...'

‘The rest of them…impossible. ’

But before he could think hard, Ron announced the answer, "There's a card over here!"

Harry hurriedly broke away from the twins and looked over, "Sirius? No... God!"

[To Harry:

This is a late Christmas gift, I hope you enjoy it.

Sirius Black]

Ron didn't hide his envy at all, "Ah... Firebolt... who wouldn't like it?"

"Perhaps, Hermione?"

"That's possible."

Ron nodded heavily, "What about Hermione? She didn't sneak over here on Christmas to show off her girl privileges."

"I don't know...she hasn't been busy much during this period, and she looks nervous during class. Maybe she is taking a rest?"

The two men looked at the Firebolt and said absentmindedly. They were now flying outside with the Firebolt, and they didn't even know when the twins would sneak away.

"That sentence... looks familiar."

"Yeah... but the font is wrong, it's not written that way, but that doesn't mean anything - we didn't get the original."

"Looking back now, the new survey does seem a bit old...A lot of the words are no longer in use."

More than ten years have passed since the time when Voldemort came to power. It is normal for popular vocabulary to become outdated and novel vocabulary to appear. Once this detail is discovered, many things can no longer be hidden.

"Do you think the culprit will be Sirius?"

"So the reason why he sneaked into the school was, firstly, to hunt down the rats, and secondly, to make up an investigation for Professor McGonagall?"

George looked at his brother and deliberately turned the matter into a joke.

"Is it possible to check the files -" Fred laughed, "If this investigation was done by Black, then there is no doubt that he must have been in solitary confinement many times when he was in school."

"Well, that makes sense," George added, "Mr. Filch will definitely not provide us with the opportunity to inquire, but the same cannot be said for Professor Binns."

"We have almost completed one-tenth of the current work, so when we said we were going to proofread, Professor Binns would not be suspicious - at most he thought we were locked up again. I don't think this is a difficult thing."

Both of them are very self-aware.

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"Are you planning to leave the hospital?"

Lupine looked at Sirius, confused.

"Yes, I plan to leave the hospital."

Sirius's hair has finally grown, and his face looks much better than when he was arrested just now. "I can't keep recuperating in the school hospital. Anyway, the brief procedures from the Ministry of Magic have been completed, and I don't have to worry about being wanted. "

"Too anxious, Padfoot."

"Actually, I'm going to go faster." Sirius shook his head, rejecting Lupine's opinion.

"After this Christmas, I will leave after saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall. I can't really stay here for the whole school year."

"Why are you so anxious?"

"I want Harry to stay with me during the holidays -" Sirius shook his head, "This school has very few people staying at Christmas. I don't want him to have to stay at school every year, if possible. , I hope he doesn’t have to be on the list during the Easter holidays.”

That was just one reason - the other was that he wanted to find something to do.

Lupine is a professor, and so is Snotlout.

After completely leaving the shadow of Azkaban, he discovered that his friends and opponents all had their own things to do. Although Lupine had been spending his free time with him, whether it was correcting papers or preparing lessons, Sirius watched everything. Clearly.

But he couldn't talk to Lupine about this. He wasn't worried that Luping would laugh at him for this idea, but he really couldn't tell him this excuse.

'If I don't work hard, I will have no choice but to go back and inherit the things of the Black family - what is the difference between this and the life I hated before? ’