From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Crack-dah!"

The sound of the whip twitching on the flesh stopped abruptly when it was at its weakest. The broken whip rolled down mixed with blood, and became motionless after being stained with some soil.

"Ouch..."

The beating hand made a muffled sound, and his wrist just slipped away.

"No, you hurt yourself by hitting someone?"

The batter who was watching couldn't help but laugh, and there was no trace of ridicule in his tone.

"*****!"

After an extremely rude swear word, the batter in charge covered his sore wrist and kicked Pettigrew a few times.

"Evil stuff——"

He spat again, "How long has it been and you haven't gone crazy yet?"

"It's fun to beat him when he's not crazy. If he's like the other prisoners in the deep end, wouldn't beating him be in vain?"

"That's true. Come and trouble him tomorrow."

The batter who rubbed his wrist shook his head, "If you hit a guy like this and get hurt, it's considered a work-related injury!"

"Isn't that right? I'll ask you later to see if the captain will give you some medical expenses or something."

The two of them were talking and laughing while locking the cell door tightly. After checking again, they took some and others and left.

'Damn-'

Pettigrew struggled to raise his head and looked at the tightly locked cell door—the guards were as careful as ever after so long.

He tried hard to transform again, but the originally skillful and instinctive Animagus was completely useless. After Dumbledore cast the spell himself, he had lost the ability to transform.

'Hey hey hey...'

The crazy people around him started to have fun again - Pettigrew didn't even need to look up to know that the moon was out.

It has been like this for so many days. The Death Eaters around them are living like zombies, occasionally waking up for a while, but soon sinking back into the trap and continuing their previous life of just living.

‘Just living? ’

He moved himself to the wall and leaned against it, being careful not to let the wall touch the wounds.

The moon is very bright. Although only a small patch of moonlight can be seen from the cell, it is still beautiful.

‘Can I escape? ’

Such thoughts emerged, just like before.

But this time it came so violently that it couldn't be suppressed at all.

'How did that bastard Blake hold up? ’

He couldn't hold it any longer - he really couldn't hold it any longer.

He had never had the confidence to be independent. When he was in school, he was Potter and Black, and after leaving school, he was the Dark Lord.

He screamed whatever the Death Eaters screamed.

Anyway, for him, living is the best reward. What difference does it make if he is called master or something else?

‘Who should I rely on this time? ’

He carefully searched for someone to rely on.

Dumbledore?

Impossible, Dumbledore sent him to Azkaban himself.

Sirius?

Blake wished he could kill him with a curse.

Ministry of Magic?

He has no use for the Ministry of Magic.

Previous owner?

Maybe you can find it if you search carefully, but how do you leave Azkaban?

How can we leave Azkaban to find the Dark Lord or Master under the joint stranglehold of Dementors, Strikers, Aurors and even Dumbledore?

He was seeking asylum, not...

‘Then just rely on yourself——’

He held out his fingerless hand and looked at it carefully.

"If you don't resist anymore, you won't be humiliated every day, right?"

"At least, like those crazy Death Eaters, I can live stupidly instead of worrying about which day I will be beaten to death..."

"If you are crazy, you can survive."

"It's good to be alive..."

"As long as you live..."

As if some barrier was suddenly broken, the laughter and happiness in the memory burst out like a dam, and then broke through the physical barriers and surged out around the cell.

The temperature began to drop a little bit. One after another, the dementors wearing black and gray robes silently approached the cell where Peter Pettigrew was held. They stood there quietly, took off their hoods, and exposed their naked eyes. His mouth was like a black hole.

After a long, long time, a contented sigh broke the silence, and the satisfied dementors dispersed like cockroaches.

——

"Harry Potter."

At the top of the Observatory Tower, Harry was stopped by Professor Trelawney.

This is a course in astrology.

Perhaps because of the impact of Professor William's paper on the divination class, Professor Trelawney specially gave them a divination class tonight.

"Maybe you can't understand the truth contained in the tea leaves, maybe you can't see the future from the light of the crystal ball, maybe you can't analyze the future fortune from the trajectory of the constellations, but I will work hard to reveal the truth of the world for you. The veil…”

In Ron's words, Professor Trelawney was jealous when Professor William's survey paper was so popular, and was ready to find a more popular one among the standing divination projects.

Harry agreed with this, but they couldn't be as willful as Hermione. They just couldn't take it if they couldn't. There was a certain number of elective courses.

‘Hell, why do I still have a project to clean the astronomy tower in my confinement? ’

Harry couldn't help but cursed as he had to wait a little longer than the others because he had to clean.

"Is there anything else you need to tidy up, Professor?"

He greeted Professor Trelawney with a smile, and made up his mind to finish it quickly and leave - before Sirius was cleared of his grievances, he stayed with danger every day. Why, once Sirius's grievances were cleared, how could he Is it okay?

Even so, he still maintained basic courtesy.

But Professor Trelawney's tone suddenly became very strange. The loud, hoarse voice made him suspect that the Divination Professor in front of him had been cursed by some evil spell - "This is going to happen tonight."

Professor Trelawney was lying on the table, tilting her head and looking unfocused. If Harry hadn't heard the sound she made, he would have definitely set off a spell to sound the alarm.

"I'm sorry, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere, Professor?"

Harry asked the question cautiously, but Professor Trelawney seemed not to hear him, but her originally dull eyes began to move along with her eyes, looking extremely scary.

Harry gritted his teeth, pulled out his wand, and waved it toward the sky.

Something was wrong and he needed help.

The bright red light shot towards the sky, and then exploded in mid-air, extremely gorgeous.

However, Professor Trelawney opposite Harry did not notice the blooming fireworks at all. After rolling her eyes, she began to speak in a hoarse voice.

"The Dark Lord lies alone, friendless, abandoned by his companions..."

"Snapped!"

After a loud noise, a figure appeared on the astronomy tower, and Harry aimed his wand at the sudden figure without thinking.

"ah?"

Almost without thinking, he immediately put down the wand, but halfway, he suddenly woke up and pointed the wand firmly at the person who came - the wizard who looked like Dumbledore.

"What happened, Potter?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry, seemingly not noticing the wand pointed at him, and his tone was as gentle as ever.

“…a servant has forsaken his master…”

Professor Trelawney's hoarse voice sounded firmly without even noticing what the occasion was.

"Professor, Trelawney taught her..."

Harry tried to explain, but Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious. He took small steps forward, stared at Professor Trelawney in surprise, and made a gesture to keep Harry quiet.

‘…into a darkness deeper than darkness…’

"Crack!!!!!!"

"Whoosh!!!"

"hiss!!!"

Three completely different sounds rang in the sky, the huge sound penetrated Harry's eardrums, and three bright lights pierced the sky almost at the same time, heading straight towards the Astronomy Tower.

The first ray of light fell to the ground, and Harry recognized the person at a glance. It was Professor McGonagall.

She was riding a broomstick, her movements light and swift, something Harry had never seen before.

'That broom... seems to be destroyed. ’

Although he knew he shouldn't, Harry still made such an outrageous judgment - the end of the poor broom really burned.

‘It seems that we are almost catching up with the speed of Firebolt. Is it at the expense of sacrificing the broom? ’

Although he knew it was a bit outrageous to think about this at this time, Harry still couldn't help it - besides, Professor McGonagall's flying just now seemed to be no worse than him?

Such an idea was going too far, and Harry shook his head to shake the thought away.

While he shook his head, the second ray of light stumbled down.

The Seeker's keen observation ability allowed Harry to see the fallen planks and the people lifting them up.

‘This gesture is so ugly…and the placement is not accurate. ’

However, the man in mid-air waved his left hand towards the sky, and something like a glider took shape, and his landing speed suddenly slowed down.

During this process, the third figure has landed on the astronomical tower.

‘No props? ’

Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise. He took a closer look and made sure again that there were no props, no falling boards that made strange noises, and no broomsticks.

But he soon found out who it was, because the other person's face had no emotion and was as cold as ice.

It's Snape.

Snape saw Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore over there, and then he turned his attention to Harry - just like he usually did in class, Harry could even imagine the ridicule that followed.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of the broomstick flying at full speed sounded in the air again, and this time it was Professor Flitwick who landed.

At this time, the figure in the sky swayed down, it was Professor William.

"The people are so complete."

William shouted haha ​​- he saw Dumbledore in mid-air, so he did not choose to risk spraining his foot and try a new landing method.

But he was indeed a little curious, why were there so many people here, so late at night, and why were so many professors so free?

"Sybil started bragging about her astrology course in the Astronomy Tower two days ago... but something happened." Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore lying down over there and couldn't help but shook his head.

‘What else is there? How did I not hear it being said? ’

William looked confused - he had no idea how much pressure his paper put on the divination professor.

My livelihood was being squeezed by a layman, but he kept telling everyone that he was not good at divination and that the divination professor was the professional one - I was very angry.

Professor McGonagall, who looked down on Professor Trelawney the most, disdained to talk about this, and Adams and the others could not gloat about it as news. This resulted in William having no idea how widely this lesson had been publicized.

"Still checking?"

Dumbledore was still lying there, and the wind also brought intermittent sounds.

"...He is coming back...he will be more cruel...more careful...more terrifying..."

But then the wind began to swallow up most of the sound.

'What exactly is this? ’

Harry was even more confused, but he noticed that the faces of everyone in front of him showed that they had agreed upon the matter, and they collectively changed.

Professor McGonagall's face was full of surprise, Snape's face was full of confusion and indignation, Professor Flitwick's face was full of memories, and as for Professor William, his face was full of surprise and determination.

‘They all know? ’

Harry did not dare to ask any more questions and turned his curious eyes to Dumbledore and Professor Trelawney, the origin of everything that happened.

Dumbledore still listened patiently, but Professor Trelawney suddenly climbed up from the table - she raised her head almost instantly and looked at Dumbledore with a blank expression.

"Ah, Professor?"

"I must have been too focused on teaching, so I was so tired that I took a nap - why are you here?"

——

‘That, just now, was a prophecy? ’

William was still surprised - the prophecy just now did not have any impact on him. He had already known that Voldemort was coming back, and he also knew that next year's self-defense professor would be an undercover agent!

Although he doesn't know much about the rest, are these two points not enough?

'I just don't understand how the Dark Lord remains immortal, which is a shame. ’

But he had another way - seal it if it couldn't be killed. He was already researching this information and was ready to submit it to Dumbledore after making theoretical preparations.

He doesn't have that much time now to develop new magic.

Of course, how to catch and seal it after it is developed is also a difficult problem, but with the above two pieces of information, Dumbledore should be able to handle it.

If possible, killing is the better way. After all, he still carries a damn curse - but research on how to avoid death and how to break it also requires investigation...

‘Things are really getting more and more——’

William sighed—Professor McGonagall had already hinted many times that the club's funds were ready, so he could apply with just a framework.

'Time is really not enough...'

William glanced at Professor Trelawney who looked confused - she didn't know what happened at this moment.

'I thought that we were the only two idiot professors in the school, but I managed to break free and slowly turned myself into a professor who didn't mess around with papers...'

'However...from the beginning to the end, I am the only bastard...'

William couldn't help but feel lucky - luckily he didn't imitate Professor Trelawney and live his life...

"You can't relax! William!"

He persuaded himself.