From Azkaban To Hogwarts - Vol 7 Chapter 549

When William appeared at the door of the seventh grade classroom, almost all the students showed a look of fear – hell, do you still need monthly exams in seventh grade?

The cheerful twins suddenly stopped smiling.

They treat professors with respect, but that doesn’t mean they like exams…

Especially the two of them have been feeling guilty recently, and seeing the professor is always a little unnatural and wants to be behind…

“Professor Moody has something to do today, I’m here for this class.”

William looked at the students he had taught cheerfully, and put the paper bag on the table – everyone’s eyes turned with the paper bag, as if there was a Boggart who would always jump out and scare people inside.

Of course, the real Boggart isn’t as scary as that paper bag.

“Okay,” William waved his left hand, “don’t look at my bag, there are no papers in it – Professor Moody is temporarily busy, and I don’t have papers ready.”

This sentence instantly lifted the burden from the students’ hearts – it would be good if there were no exams, and Professor William’s class would be interesting enough without exams.

“To be honest, this class was too sudden, and I didn’t expect it,” William spread his hands and smiled at the students below, “Well—what do you want to learn?”

“Curse!”

“curse!”

“Experience powerful black magic!”

“…”

“It doesn’t look like it’s arguing—the students who are about to graduate, how can they be so naive.”

He shook his finger, shook his head, and casually picked out a student, “Tell me, what do you want to dictate?”

“Professor, can you talk about saints?”

“saint?”

William glanced – sure enough, a Ravenclaw student.

“Saints, or Umno Party,” William paused. “If you have to say it, the self-defense class really can’t get around this organization.”

“Let’s put it simply – they are the subordinates of the original Dark Lord Grindelwald, and the slogan is, for the greater good…”

“…”

“Just like that, with Grindelwald’s captivity, the Umrah followers who followed him, those who were arrested were arrested, those who were killed were killed, and those who fled fled, and the Umrah or the Saints were dissolved.”

“Anyway, the information I know is probably like this. Students who have more insights can put forward them, and students who have more interests can collect local information.”

William briefly described what he knew, and then looked at the student curiously, “Why did you think of asking this, Miss Casey?”

“Because of Azkaban—I’ve been curious since I’ve been there. What happens to Grindelwald’s supporters when the Death Eaters are tried? Thank you, Professor.”

‘The people I didn’t talk about may have been infiltrated with the local Ministry of Magic like Umbridge, or they may have been hidden in the folk like Lucius… But such words are not suitable to be said in class. ’

William nodded lightly, then stopped worrying about it.

“No thanks, that’s a good question. Are there any other students?”

—

“What a peaceful life, what kind neighbors…”

Susan looked at the wizards who had gone away and let out a sigh. Over the years, although she was not too close to those neighbors, everyone would still watch and help each other when something happened.

Especially in this special period, everyone helps each other to deal with those purgers…

“But such a peaceful life…”

She sighed – after all these years, why didn’t those people plan to let her go?

It’s disgusting that the British Ministry of Magic has caught a Death Eater after more than ten years, and these guys are almost fifty years old and still haven’t let her go…

Otherwise, she is a widowed old witch who has no one to take care of, how could a young guy come over with a wand and plan to murder her?

It was also thanks to her that she had not lost her vigilance in the past, and the other party took it lightly and attacked the fake target, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with.

She shook her head, went back to her house, and waved her wand to lift off a seventy percent new invisibility cloak—under there, a young man in his thirties (at least for her ) is lying unconscious below.

“It’s the Cruciatus – jerk, Durmstrang guy?”

She looked at it for a while, but still couldn’t see where the other party came from, and what did she plan to do to her?

“Fortunately, there is a fake body, otherwise this guy will succeed.”

She shook her head, reapplied another round of magic, and then began to shake her wand, taking out the objects on the other side one by one.

A shriveled purse… a useless pamphlet… a few bars of chocolate… a small pot of the disguised potion concoction that these wandering wizards stock up on… and… gone?

Susan glanced at her wand, then at the other—just gone?

No—there’s a wanted notice or a reward or something, or she’s a souvenir for raking grass and hitting rabbits? Who do you look down on?

She was a little angry, even if Dumbledore bullied them, why was this hairy boy who was never born back then?

“I have to use my own inventory, right?”

She shook her head and walked towards her bed.

—

“Damn, this guy!”

Barty didn’t dare to speak in his heart, he even had to continue to play dead, expecting the other party to reveal even the slightest flaw.

He never thought that he would fall into trouble in such a small place. What big river and big wave has he not experienced?

Fighting with the Ministry of Magic, kidnapping Aurors, squatting in Azkaban, breaking free from the Imperius Curse, and going to Azkaban to go to jail—isn’t that a thing that ordinary wizards can’t boast about for a long time?

Even the Dark Lord himself praised him – but it happened to be such a peasant-like witch, that he, Barty Crouch, actually fell into trouble!

He observed for a few days and determined that she was a widowed witch who only moved her hand, but she lost her hand when she cast a spell, and before she even had time to change the spell, the organ in the other party’s bedroom and her own spell cast a wand and knocked him unconscious. .

Because of the experience of breaking free from the Imperius Curse, he woke up very quickly, and he woke up seven or eight after the other party came back. The wand got it, and he couldn’t get the wand back to fight back!

If he had known that the other party had such strength, he would have brought enough manpower, he would have made careful plans, and he would have used various methods to check for traps—but if not, he would have been careless because the other party was a peasant woman, and felt that it would be easy to call others. It would be careless to be embarrassed in front of the master and that Bertha…

‘Try again…’

Barty continued to pretend to be in a coma, looking forward to a possible opportunity.

Just when he was accumulating power, the other party came over with a bottle of potion that looked transparent like water, which made Barty even more nervous…

‘Hurry up, hurry up, the wand is in a comfortable position. ’

Barty was extremely nervous at the moment, but he didn’t dare to move a bit.

However, to his despair, the other party put down the potion and pulled out the magic wand with the same speed as before, “Going out of the heart!”

Pain strikes…

Barty Jr. gritted his teeth and pretended to be dead—but the powerful spell and the pain that erupted couldn’t calm him down at all.

“You didn’t faint?”

In pain, he heard such words.

Then, a powerful sleeping spell struck, and Barty, who couldn’t hold it any longer, only felt a force that even suppressed the pain, directly pulling his consciousness into the abyss.

—

“It’s weird, it’s said that you look down on me… but it’s so powerful…”

Susan sighed, “I said I was concentrating on arresting me, but I was so careless that I didn’t even have a bounty manual…”

She reluctantly added another spell, and then carefully began to pour out the Veritaserum.

After three drops of Veritaserum, she carefully bound all the hands and feet of the young man with ropes and polymorphism, and then carefully released her Sleeping Curse.

“Who are you?”

She stared at the stranger in front of her.

“Barty, Barty Crouch.”

It’s not like a German name – the area covered by Durmstrang’s influence has no such name.

“Who sent you here?”

“I came by myself.”

…

Is this not enough?

Susan is a little unsure.

“What is your organization?”

“Death Eaters.”

Susan was taken aback by Barty’s soft words—and said it wasn’t Durmstrang’s? She knew that Karkaroff, the Death Eater principal, didn’t do anything! It’s okay to call a group of Death Eaters secretly, but you still have to trouble them!

“Why did you follow me?”

“Miss Bertha found you from the information of many people. She gave me a test, and I decided to undertake it!”

…

Who is Bertha? Is she Karkaroff’s new hound? To be able to find something wrong with her from a lot of information?

“How are you going to deal with me?”

“Knock you unconscious, then use compound decoction to become your appearance, and then rely on your identity to organize the local people, and at the same time keep asking you for relevant information to play you better…”

Under the effect of Veritaserum, Barty described his plan with a bit of fun, but Susan was dizzy.

No – to be fair, why are you pretending to be me?

She could still understand when she was young, but now at this age, people of this age…

Fortunately, she had also seen outrageous wizards back then, and she didn’t suffer too much shock, and immediately grasped the key point of the question and began to ask.

“Who is Bertha?”

“A lucky person with strength, she is one of the most loyal servants of the master, even if it is a little worse than me…”

…

The answer made Susan’s brows wrinkle.

Has the Veritaserum expired?

“Who is the master?”

“Lord Dark Lord, of course Lord Dark Lord…”

This answer made Susan take a deep breath – this answer might as well be Karkaroff!

She still knows the name of the Dark Lord, although it is far less great than Mr. Grindelwald, but he is definitely a terrible dark wizard – how did you provoke him?

She began to ask nervously and eagerly, there was nothing she could do, her current situation was really… isolated and helpless, it would be fine for ordinary dark wizards to deal with, but the Dark Lord…

But after ten minutes of interrogation, Susan’s brows furrowed.

Things got bigger, something happened, and her comfortable life could never come back.

The Dark Lord was quietly resurrected, and he also occupied the largest magic school here, Ilvermorny, and gained the allegiance of a large number of purgers.

This behavior makes Susan, who is from the Umrah party, disdain – they unite all the wizards, but they absolutely do not want the existence of the purger who sells even the wizards themselves.

But she was disdainful, she had to admit, that was a huge force, and the Dark Lord’s basic plan was also supplemented by the planned Azkaban escape.

It’s a dangerous force, and they’re trying to take ownership of the American wizarding world, and they’re doing it pretty well, and they’re thriving.

“The Magic Congress of the United States of America! It was like this fifty years ago, and it will be like this fifty years later!”

She couldn’t help but scolded, and then began to swear at those British rice buckets – if they weren’t strictly guarded, how could so many people escape from Azkaban?

This one is still the implementer of the Azkaban prison escape plan!

Really – Dumbledore was a sucker too! It took so much effort to capture Mr. Grindelwald, and when it came to the Dark Lord, it was like releasing water and then releasing water!

She combined her worries about the future, the despair just now, and the anxiety that she no longer had a stable life, and scolded it all at once.

But scolding after scolding, the reality still has to be faced.

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