My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

"Professor, do you think... there's something off about the way people around us are looking at us?"

Lynn, who had just finished doing something bad and returned to the small town with Professor Fox, felt that the gazes of the citizens were not very friendly.

"Something is not right."

Professor Fox had already grabbed Lynn's arm with a serious expression.

"An old man with white hair and a child, that's them!" a passerby suddenly shouted.

The next moment, three or five people rushed towards Lynn and Professor Fox!

Lynn and his men dared not stay put and surrender, so they had no choice but to turn around and run away!

They wandered aimlessly through the city streets, but it was as if the whole city was chasing them; no matter where they went, someone would recognize them.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the city.

Three middle-aged men wearing baseball caps and sunglasses were also running around in fear late at night.

"Brother, something's not right. When did these people become so civilized? We committed the robbery in Edinburgh, why are these guys from Abros helping the police arrest us?"

The leader of the three was a burly man with a long scar on his face and a fierce look in his eyes; it was clear at a glance that he was no good person.

He said impatiently.

"How should I know!"

"But if this continues, we'll be caught sooner or later. According to British law, we've committed robbery and murder; we'll never get out of prison for the rest of our lives!"

"Shut up! We won't go to jail! The ship that's taking us away will arrive at this port tomorrow! If we can get through tonight, we can escape!"

His men shrank back.

"So where should we hide tonight?"

"Find them! I refuse to believe that we escaped from such a large encirclement in Edinburgh, so we'd be doomed in this small town of Abros?"

……

"Something's not right, Professor," Lynn said, panting.

"Where did they get such power? How could they get so many people to come to us?"

Professor Fox's physical abilities are indeed superior to those of ordinary people. At least he can run for so long like Lynn without blushing or his heart racing.

"I don't find it strange at all. Those saints have been living here for over forty years. There aren't many people in this city to begin with, and their network of connections is very extensive. It's normal that they could find so many people here."

"But aren't they saints? Followers of the first Dark Lord! Everything they did was for the benefit of wizards, so why would they have connections with so many Muggles?"

Professor Fox spoke earnestly, as if he were giving a lecture.

"Time and environment can change a person, Lynn. They may have once hated Muggles, but in the decades of living in Muggle society, most of them must have changed their minds. They are willing to unite and communicate with Muggles. After all, wizards and Muggles are human beings, and human beings are emotional. Because of their emotions, their thoughts change, and because of this change, they are now able to adapt to their current lives."

They ran to a deserted corner, where Lynn rested his hands on his knees, breathing rapidly.

"Professor, why do you like saying these things now? I remember only so-and-so used to say things like that."

Lynn looked up, reminiscing.

"What was that guy again...?"

Professor Fox interrupted his thoughts.

"Stop overthinking, they're catching up again. We should be thinking about how to escape."

"Escape?" Lynn looked at Professor Fox in surprise.

"I thought you were joking when you said you'd just become a Muggle from now on, Professor. Why are you giving up on escaping like this?"

Professor Fox raised an eyebrow.

"If we don't escape, what else can we do? The whole city wants to capture us, and the saints won't communicate with us. They just want to capture us to negotiate with Dumbledore. What other way can we break this curse and regain our magic?"

Lynn slowly stood up, silently looking at the somewhat strange Professor Fox, and then he firmly shook his head.

"But I can't give up! There are things you might not care about until you get them, but once you've had them, losing them is unacceptable! That's magic! I love Hogwarts, I love the professors at Hogwarts, I love my friends, and I love magic even more! So I won't give up, Professor! I must regain my magic!"

You too, you still have your own round-the-world travel plans to complete. Without magic, how will you use magic to pretend to be a magician and swindle money? Without magic, how will you continue your research on dark magic? Without magic, how can I be your assistant?

So, Professor, no matter what, we cannot give up. We will reclaim our magic, because it is rightfully ours! No one can take it away from us!

The sky was gradually darkening as they ran through the streets and alleys of the city. Due to improved visibility, they had already shaken off many of their pursuers.

Professor Fox stopped in his tracks. He saw Lynn's bright eyes, which revealed an unwavering determination.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Since you have this idea, Lynn... do you have a plan now?"

Lynn lowered his head in thought and asked, "Professor, do all wizards hate the church?"

"That's right, because it was they who launched the witch hunt in the Middle Ages, which was also the first large-scale conflict between Muggles and wizards in history."

"Then let's hide in the church! Muggles have awe of churches, and wizards hate churches for historical reasons. So, as long as we can hide there, we can avoid their search."

Lynn's eyes lit up as he came up with a way to stay there.

Professor Fox looked at him intently, unsure whether he was lamenting the twists of fate or sighing that no matter how he guided him, Lynn had returned to this point.

"We're heading there now, but we don't know if the clergy there will be willing to accept us."

"Yes, they will," Professor Fox affirmed.

Under the cover of night, they quickly found the church that Lynn had mentioned.

From the outside, the place still appears brightly lit, and there are still people inside.

Lynn approached the church door.

A sudden tremor ran through him, and a strange feeling welled up inside him.

He felt, as if something in the church was drawing him in.

Lynn shook his head, but the feeling didn't seem like an illusion; it didn't leave his head.

Professor Fox walked past Lynn.

"What are you waiting for, Lynn? Let's go inside."

He pushed open the church door, and Lynn followed him inside.

Inside was an empty hall with rows of benches for worship on both sides.

Hanging directly in front of them was a huge image of Jesus crucified.

At the very front of the bench sat a nun.

Suddenly, Lynn felt as if something had appeared in his hand.

At the same time, a sense of fullness, which had not been there for long, suddenly surged into his body.

He gripped the object in his hand tightly, without uttering a sound.

Rozier stood up from the bench, a cigarette still dangling from her lips, and chuckled softly as she looked at Lynn and Professor Fox, who had suddenly burst into the church.

Before Lynn and the others could even speak, Rozier lifted the hem of her nun's habit and pulled out a Beretta from underneath!

She pointed the gun at the two unfortunate people, an old man and a young boy, who looked completely bewildered, and casually spat out the cigarette butt from her mouth.

"If you don't want to get shot, put your hands up obediently!"

Lynn casually slipped the object in his hand into his sleeve and, together with Professor Fox, raised both of his hands.

This time he saw it clearly; this time the gun barrel was straight, not bent.