From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"This is a lie! A complete lie!"

In the principal's office in Ilvermorny, Bella's crazy and hysterical voice scared the passers-by even through the thick office door.

The purifier who came to report the news was floating in the air at the moment, his face was full of blood, and his hands were scratching at his neck in panic, as if a pair of invisible big hands were pinching him.

"It's a notice from the British Ministry of Magic, Ms. Bella! They have declared war on us. It was Dumbledore who killed the Dark Lord!"

He shouted in pain in mid-air, but the oppressive feeling of being unable to breathe became more and more serious.

For about five minutes, or more - the purifier finally dropped his arms feebly, tilted his neck, and breathed his last breath.

"This is the consequence of spreading false information." Bella's eyes swept across everyone, like a smooth and cold snake, causing the purifiers who came into contact with her eyes to lower their heads, "If I hear someone spreading it again, Such false information will end in the same way as him."

"Now, go back to your posts. If you delay the mission, I think you will know what will happen."

The purgers left the office tremblingly, their faces full of uncertainty about the future and fear that had not yet dissipated - they neither knew what happened nor what to do next.

They were summoned by the Dark Lord from the crowd, and then followed the Dark Lord to wreak havoc. It had only been a few days since they took power. After such an unexpected incident, everyone was in panic.

When everyone left the office, Bella locked the office door in a panic and picked up the information again.

'Fake, fake, those Ministry of Magic guys, those Ministry of Magic guys...'

Her hands accidentally dropped the information several times, and in the end she had no choice but to lie on the table, flipping through the damn information with trembling fingers.

[Minister of Magic Fudge announced today that Dumbledore and several Aurors ambushed and killed the Dark Lord in an unnamed valley. All measures were confirmed on the spot and no traces of his resurrection were left behind. This can be confirmed. yes…】

despair…

The information suddenly became blurry and impossible to see clearly.

"Fake! Fake..."

She felt that she had some difficulty breathing, and she lay on the table for a while before she could catch her breath.

‘What am I going to do? How to do? ’

After being confused for a long time, she finally summoned up some strength and forced herself to stand up - only then did she realize that her left arm was in severe pain. She had inadvertently left a scratch on her left hand with the nails of her right hand. One blood stain after another.

With a hasty wave of her wand, she briefly treated the injury, put the damn information back into her bag, and left in a hurry.

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boom! boom! boom! boom!

The sounds of disembodiment came one after another, and Death Eaters appeared one after another in the house that Bella had just turned into an empty house.

"Bella?"

"how dare you?"

When the Death Eaters discovered the convener, they were already a little flustered, and as if they wanted to vent their inner pressure, they pointed the finger at the convener Bella.

When Bella's eyes full of madness and destruction glanced over, everyone shut their mouths and stopped talking.

"Any news from you, Bella?"

Finally, it was Bella's husband who plucked up the courage to ask his wife.

Some of them work in the Magic Congress, some work in Ilvermorny, and some are secretly purging those who try to resist. Although everyone has different channels, they have learned about the terrible thing from various channels. information.

"I'm going to lead everyone to do something big," Bella looked around at the Death Eaters present, her eyes full of madness, "I'm going to kill someone."

"Now? Are you crazy, the Dark Lord -"

One of the Death Eaters tried to protest, but a flash of green light ended all his words.

"I'm going to kill someone. After I'm done, I'll give you a secret vault in Ilvermorny. Then, we can learn from the Purifiers and hide each other..."

Her tone was cold, but her eyes held a self-destructive madness.

"But, those purgers?"

"Let them stay and buy us time. They are not our own."

"Well, Miss Bertha."

"If she is not here, those Purifiers will be confused. Since she has been favored by the Dark Lord, she should be loyal to it."

…

There was no doubt anymore. Although no one mentioned this topic, everyone was now convinced that the Dark Lord had died under the tricks of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore.

"So...what we have to deal with is..."

Although everyone has speculated, this question is still asked.

"Harry Potter - Hogwarts is about to go on holiday..."