From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"What?"

In the dim jungle, Bertha made a sound like a sheep's cry.

The fluorescent light emitted by the wand in her hand illuminated the dark land, making her pay no attention to the darkness that was gradually encroaching around her.

Brainless Bertha, meddlesome Bertha, lost Bertha - under these titles, she still lives very well, entirely because of the survival skills she has honed over the years.

Surviving for ten days and a half in a forest where it is easy to get lost is not a big problem for her.

The question is – ‘How long have I been lost? When did you start getting lost? Approximately how far into the forest was I? ’

Such questions surfaced, but were quickly ignored by Bertha herself. I don't know since when, she became much more forgetful than before.

'Let's find the way when it gets daylight...'

She muttered, then waved her wand, moved the trees, used magic to transform the soil in the open space into dry loess, and then reinforced it. Then she took out the tent from the package she carried, unfolded it, and set it up with the help of magic.

Since her amnesia became more and more obvious, this kind of tent has become the standard for her vacations - whether she is traveling alone or in a group, she always has a way to lose herself. After losing herself, the problem cannot be solved, She has adopted a more effective solution and the experience is quite good.

“The tent is not bad either…”

She muttered something and got inside.

The Magic Tent is as excellent as ever, with bathrooms, kitchens, and bedrooms all included.

After looking around, Bertha made a sad voice - "It's finished, I forgot to put the food!"

After about five minutes of frustration, she began to pack up the tent, put it back on her back, and move the trees back.

Theoretically, she should now be able to get food in the forest with her excellent hunting and gathering skills - but a bloody lesson told her that if she did that, she would most likely lose her tent and have to Don’t squeeze into a tree and compete with monkeys for a sleeping spot…

So, Bertha set out again with the tent on her back, and five minutes later, she got an unfortunate rabbit.

Ten minutes later, a snake that had mistaken its place in the food chain joined the trophy.

Fifteen minutes later, Bertha found a bunch of mushrooms and started checking her potion - 'It doesn't look poisonous, and I brought the bezoars so I could have a little mushroom soup. ’

It's a good thing to remember to bring bezoars this time, which means that fruits you've never seen before and mushrooms that grow very randomly can also be added to the recipe.

But the unfortunate fate of one wild boar spared the rest of the creatures.

'That should be enough...'

She began to set up camp again, put up the tent, and began to use the kitchen in the tent to cook the creatures that were lost with her.

'Merlin's beard, I brought salt, but I didn't bring spice...'

But it's not a big deal, she's used to it...

'Find a taller tree when it gets bright tomorrow - if you get lost for a few days, you should be able to get out...'

"Hello…"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in her ears. She turned around and looked around, and finally focused her doubtful eyes on a snake.

Subconsciously, the kitchen knife in her hand flew over.

Then she began to feel for her wand.

"Hello…"

The knife was bounced away, a hoarse voice sounded, and her hand on the wand suddenly loosened her grip - 'This snake looks... strange? ’

"Hello, you are?"

She subconsciously asked something she shouldn't have asked.

Such a stupid question directly frightened Tom Riddle.

He deceived countless people - professors, classmates, customers when he was a shop assistant, followers, people from the Ministry of Magic.

Even when he was at his weakest, he still succeeded in bewitching Quirrell as his servant, but he had never seen... such a person who could talk to him.

He has even thought about how to comfort the other person and calm down the frightened person...

Ever since he gave up on Quirrell and fled to this forest, and began to survive humbly by relying on possessed small animals, he never thought about rising again, using the web weaved by language to capture another victim like Quirrell.

Last time, he was just a little bit away from success - the magic stone almost missed him. If the magic left by that stupid woman hadn't been still working, he would have succeeded!

'A new stupid guy...'

Tom raised his head and looked at the prey, "I am...I am the person who can help you..."

"help me?"

Bertha laughed, her curiosity growing even more so that she forgot how ridiculous the scene before her was - a snake claiming to be able to help her!

"You, help me?"

She seemed to have heard some funny joke and couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, help you."

The snake looked into her eyes, looking extremely funny, but its tone was extremely serious, "You are the one who is laughed at because you like to help others, and you are the one who is laughed at because your help does not achieve the results those people want."

"It's just that I occasionally forget some insignificant things, but I am ridiculed by those guys who have nothing to do all day long...it is obvious that they don't care about anything, they don't care about anything, and they are even indifferent to these wrong things, but They can just laugh at you with peace of mind!”

"What's wrong with you? You just like to help others. What qualifications do they have and what position do they have to laugh at you?"

The strange snake even spoke with a slight hiss, but its words struck Bertha directly in the heart.

"I...I'm going to mess up..."

"Who can guarantee that he won't screw up anything? Look at Secretary Fudge. He mistakenly imprisoned an innocent person as a murderer and then let the murderer escape. His fault is still that Lu Ping helped make up for it - why is everyone praising that minister, but you are being blamed?"

In the dim light, the snake stared at Bertha, as if there was something in its yellow pupils that could attract people's attention.

"Obviously the mistakes you made are much smaller than him, but everyone only accuses you of causing trouble, but they say that Minister Fudge is good at employing people...why?"

The hissing sound seemed to contain honey, making the person who was aroused in pain reluctant to leave.

"Why?"

"Because they know that they have stolen what should belong to you, and they will try every means to bully you and make you feel that you are nothing more than this... If you are as high as Fudge, they will only praise your enthusiasm like they praise Fudge. , praise you for your kindness, instead of criticizing you for a little mistake like now."

"They... who are they?"

"They, they are a group of guys who are stealing our status, a group of guys who should be watching us trembling down below, a group of... hyenas."

"No, it's not like that, it's not like that!"

"Really?"

"Think about it, in a remote corner, they laugh at you, after they make a mistake, they push it on you, and when you bear enough infamy, they will even kick you away, claiming that you are not suitable Do this, and then promote yourself upright."

"You see, they are not even willing to take you with them during the trip. They deliberately lose you and then claim that you accidentally got lost..."

The snake's eyes became brighter and brighter, and it smelled the smell of food.

"You were deceived by them! They shamelessly stole your status, slandered your origin, slandered your ability, and despised your magic!"

"They're filthy, they're good at cheating, they do it all!"

"they are…"

"Yes, they are those filthy Muggle-born wizards. They stain everything about us and deny our nobility. They are thieves, thieves, liars, scum that should be purged, and the culprits of all disputes."

"Think about it, if they left there, if they left where you work, would you still be laughed at?"

"But those purebloods..."

"They were deceived and deceived. Those guys used sweet words to divide our big family. Our pure-blood family should be one, instead of letting any mudblood become the minister and use various laws or other nonsense. Things come to divide us, disintegrate us, and then stand on our heads to humiliate us!”

"This is wrong..."

"What's wrong with this? We are born noble! Why should a Mudblood Minister of Magic be elected to restrict us!"

"This isn't right...this isn't right..."

"Is it really wrong? Or, we have been deceived for too long, and we can't even accept the truth..."

“…”

"…Who are you?"

Bertha took two steps back. She thought she knew the answer, but she didn't want to believe it.

"You should know - those cowards don't even dare mention my name... They're afraid of me because I exposed their scheme."

"You are...a mysterious person..."

Bertha felt that her upper and lower teeth were clashing with each other. She felt that she had difficulty breathing and could not stand firmly.

‘Didn’t he die more than ten years ago? Why? Why? ’

"Even my death was a scam... They didn't even dare to confirm whether they killed me. Instead, they used a despicable trap to frame me and then claimed that I was dead."

"Are you still hesitating? Even if you leave and even tell the Ministry of Magic all this, what's the use?"

"You will be promoted? No, no, no... To cover up their lies, they will imprison you in Azkaban, just like my loyal companions."

"Hide it and say nothing?"

"Then, are you willing to accept that fact? That terrible, repeated fact - let them continue to deceive, continue to discriminate, and continue to exclude?"

"..."

"..."

"I, what should I do..."

"If you don't know how to do it, just listen to me... I will point you out and lead you out, so that we can return to glory, not that kind of fraud..."

"Then...relax, Bertha, we can do it soon."

Bertha looked at the snake in awe. It slowly lay down, and then, an extremely powerful force slowly enveloped her.

The hair that should have been on the back of her head began to turn yellow and fall off, and then, a face as white as chalk slowly emerged.

——

"Ah...fortunately there is magic..."

William took off his boots. If he hadn't secretly used magic to give himself a little support, his feet would probably...

He even felt that he was now a better dancer than his partner.

"It's so scary... Fortunately, we are finally getting off the ship."

The ship was almost arriving in Mombasa, where he would disembark and then head to Uganda, hiding his identity.

"It's just that the timing this year was not very good..."

After these days of chatting, he finally understood certain current affairs in Muggle society.

It was a quite shocking thing, and it had a profound impact on his trip - in the southernmost part of Africa, a man was elected when Hogwarts was still busy preparing for the OWLs exam, which caused the local white group to begin a large-scale migration...

Although according to the provisions of the Secrecy Act, changes in Muggle society cannot significantly affect the magical world, but any wizard who has graduated normally will not think that is very realistic...

The Wagadu School of Magic in Uganda recruits wizards from all over the African continent. Changes in South Africa will place the impact on the magic community there at least in the top three.

This meant that his original plans had to change.

Unless he is willing to keep drinking nasty Polyjuice Potion to change his skin color, he will definitely be ostracized and shocked.

Just think about it, you know what will happen, even if Uganda is a Commonwealth country - just beat you as a colonizer, what else can you do?

However, shocks also mean opportunities.

The more chaos and celebration there is, the easier it is to get something.

Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, there is a reason for this saying to be passed down - chaos and celebration also need to fill the stomach, and some precious pieces may also be exchanged for various types during local evictions or other movements. currency.

It is possible to encounter unrecognized potion materials, magic instruments that are regarded as cultural relics, magic books that are used as scrap books, or even a complete set of information like the one he obtained in the Far East - but that requires enough luck and time.

However, both were scarce in William. He could not spend all day in the second-hand store looking at the goods collected by others. It would be a waste of time.

As for opening a second-hand store and waiting for others to sell it, that is even more whimsical, and it is not as practical as visiting a second-hand store.

"Speaking of which... Mr. Lennon is in the second-hand business..."

As we all know, people who do second-hand buying and selling don’t really mind getting a few second-hand items – as long as they can keep the price down.

Compared with ordinary hawkers, the warehouse where he receives goods is obviously more comprehensive and high-end.

"Besides, it's a pretty good job of hiding your identity... Now it's really difficult to settle down in a strange community..."

"It's just that the security is worse than anonymity...so it's best to work for a while and then leave...well, it's feasible."

Taking a month to figure out the customs here, and then hiding and pretending to be another identity will make subsequent hiding easier.

‘Just do it! ’