Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"He went to check Dahl and the others' room to see if he could find any clues."

The man with the mustache kicked the freckled driver who fell at his feet and said anxiously and self-reproachfully, "I'm sorry, this delivery mission has failed! But I swear, everything I said is true! Dahl must be a spy."

On the other end of the phone: "...No, he's not."

The voice was slightly choked, and the mustache man was stunned: "You mean..."

"Dal is back, but he's already..."

The mustache man said in disbelief: "What happened? How...how did he get back? The ship is still on the sea! Did the two of them take all the alchemists away?"

"No, there's no alchemist, and no Donovan, just Dar... and an Acromantula."

The person on the other end of the phone tried to speak clearly: "The wizard is too cruel. Dahl was injected with deadly venom by an eight-eyed spider and his head was cruelly pierced..."

In the tidy ward, Dahl, lying on the bed, had several obvious holes on his head, and the blood flowing out was black.

He was already dead, but his face still retained a hideous and extremely terrified expression.

The person on the phone started sobbing and then burst into tears. The man with a mustache was silent for a long time, holding the phone, feeling a little uncomfortable.

After a long time, seeing the other party's crying gradually subsided, the man with a mustache silently hung up the phone. He took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and turned around to dial a new number.

"Donovan must be a spy for the wizards. He killed Dahl and stole all the alchemists!"

The voice on the phone seemed much calmer this time:

"Did the alchemist leave that ship?"

"I think so. Wizards can Apparate."

"We will have countless chances to capture the alchemist, but the traitor must not be forgiven! Find Donovan and kill him!"

"Yes."

"I will send someone to assist you. Do your best and don't let me down a second time."

"Yes!"

"Kill the guy next to you and start lurking again... I heard that there is a werewolf mutual aid association in London, England. That is your next target."

"……Yes."

After hanging up the phone, the man with a mustache picked up the freckled driver and dragged him to the rear of the ship's side on the lower level, from where he could see the propeller splashing water as it turned.

He pushed the freckled driver down, and soon he saw a dark red color spreading rapidly in the sea.

"Sorry, brother."

The mustache looked at the blood and whispered, "There's nothing wrong with you, but I can't hide when you're here... Werewolves can always find werewolves, right?"

……

The ship finally docked.

The tourists on the ship had no idea that the huge ship they were on almost sank into the sea. They just happily got off the ship carrying their suitcases.

This time, the inspection at the American terminal was extra strict and the delay was very long. The passengers waited impatiently before finally getting permission to leave.

"I have to say, the efficiency of Muggles is really too poor!" Umbridge couldn't help complaining to her subordinates: "If it were us, we could complete these procedures in just a few seconds, or even without any need."

The subordinates did not point out that they themselves were also slow, but just smiled and nodded, and complimented their immediate superior.

Umbridge quickly put on a smile and trotted to catch up with the French official in front. There was a small beetle hanging on the hem of her clothes, but Umbridge did not notice it.

At the same time, she did not notice that when she said the word "Muggle", several pairs of eyes were looking at her in secret.

"wizard……"

"These are all wizards..."

Gazes were exchanged in the dark, some people became excited, while others had hatred in their eyes.

Wade did not stop. When the ship approached the United States, he turned into a peregrine falcon and flew to the nearby airport, and then immediately bought a ticket to London, England.

This would save a lot of effort than flying back by himself.

The reason why Wade was in such a hurry was because he received a message in his friend's book -

[Harry: The Ministry of Magic wants to take Sirius away. I can't contact Dumbledore. What should I do? ]

Chapter 311 Who of you is free?

Harry clenched his fists and looked angrily at the short, fat, gray-haired man.

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, with an anxious look on his face, but also a hint of pride, said in a crisp tone:

"I know, this is very bad, but we have to come... Peter Pettigrew, Gilderoy Lockhart, and Gal Trocca are still at large, which is really too bad... very bad... the people are in a panic, and the Ministry of Magic has to conduct a more careful investigation..."

"So you came to see Sirius? You think he had something to do with this?"

Lupin said this coldly, pressing Harry's shoulders to push him back and prevent him from participating.

Harry gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, and turned his head to take a quick look.

In the corner, there was a big black dog squatting, staring at Fudge and others with cold eyes.

At this moment, Harry just felt lucky that the Ministry of Magic didn't know that Sirius was an Animagus.

Even more fortunately, before the people from the Ministry of Magic came in, Sirius was transforming into a big dog and demonstrating the Animagus transformation process to Harry.

Knowing that Vader had successfully learned Animagus transformation, Harry was eager to master this magic.

When Sirius found out, he didn't think that Harry was too ambitious. Instead, he was very happy to teach Harry Transfiguration.

"James started learning Animagus around this time too! It took us three years to learn it! Maybe you can do it faster!"

Sirius said so.

He is usually very busy and is outside almost every day, but as soon as he gets home, he will definitely turn into a big dog and play with Harry for a while.

Harry restrained himself from paying too much attention to the black dog, opened his friend list, and sent a message quickly.

Dumbledore didn't know what he was busy with and didn't reply for a long time.

The adult wizards didn't pay much attention to his actions. Fudge just stared at Lupin's uncompromising eyes and scratched his hair in distress.

"I know... I've heard that you two are very good friends, Remus Lupin, and I heard that you still have a lot of say in the Aslan Magic Workshop..."

"Yes."

Lupin suppressed his anger and said, "Just a week ago, we donated the world's largest flow mirror to the Ministry of Magic. Three days ago, Aslan interviewed the Minister in order to publicize the Ministry's recent policies."

"Yes, yes, I know, we have always worked well together. You are a decent man, dear Remus, so we never doubted you."

Fudge said unnaturally.

If Lupin had not been so deeply involved with Aslan's magic workshop, and if Aslan had not been a major taxpayer to the Ministry of Magic, and had donated limited edition products to the Ministry of Magic and Fudge himself several times...

Then Fudge would now order the Aurors to take Remus Lupin away for investigation.

After all, he had once been one of Peter Petillo's close friends.

But now, Lupin couldn't move.

When he stood firmly in front, even Sirius, the unemployed vagrant, was difficult to catch.

"But Remus, have you never thought about this? No prisoner had ever escaped from Azkaban before... but after Sirius was released, the prison break happened..."

"But it's been almost a year since Sirius left Azkaban! The three people you mentioned were sent in after him!"

Harry couldn't help but retort loudly: "How is he going to help them escape from prison? Help him unlock the cell from thousands of kilometers away?"

"Hahaha……"

Fudge smiled politely a few times, then looked at Harry with pity, as if he was an ungrateful little fool.

The Minister of Magic said in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Harry, maybe after Sirius was released from prison, he discussed some details of Azkaban with Peter or Lockhart? He stayed in Azkaban for eleven years, and no one knows that place better than him..."

"He taught them how to escape from prison, and even provided shelter for Peter and the others after they escaped. This explains why we couldn't find any trace of those three people for so long..."

"Minister Fudge, you are insulting Sirius!"

"That's impossible. Sirius hates Peter Pettigrew more than anyone else. He would never do that!"

Lupin and Harry's angry voices rang out almost at the same time. The black dog in front of the fireplace had opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, and let out a threatening growl from its throat.

Fudge remained unmoved and seemed to find their determination somewhat amusing.

"Remus, Harry, people change... A normal person will become a madman after spending eleven years in Azkaban, not to mention... well... no one knows what happened between Sirius and Peter Pettigrew back then, right?"

Fudge didn't look at Harry's green eyes that were burning with anger. He lowered his head and stroked his cane, but the words he said sounded like the whispers of a devil.

"Look, twelve years ago, Pettigrew accused Sirius of being a traitor; a year ago, Sirius accused Pettigrew of being a traitor... They were both saying it themselves, right?"

"Ah, I know you're going to talk about Veritaserum... but we all know that some people are able to resist the effects of Veritaserum..."

Harry felt a lump in his throat, he was shaking all over, and he was so angry that he could hardly speak.

——How dare he...how dare he slander Sirius in front of them!

He gritted his teeth and said, "If I was with Sirius every day, and if he had bad intentions, I would have been dead long ago!"

"Well..." Fudge said, "You used to be with Pettigrew all day long! You were in the same dormitory, but he didn't do anything to you either... Who can say for sure what these people think?"

The more Fudge talked, the more he thought it made sense. He stroked his chin and speculated, "Perhaps the Death Eaters have some kind of consensus - that they cannot attack you without permission..."

Harry couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he turned around and ran back to the room.

Fudge didn't take it seriously, thinking that the child had finally realized that he had trusted the wrong person, and continued to persuade Lupin to hand over Sirius.

Returning to his bedroom, Harry opened the Friends' Book and was disappointed to see that Dumbledore still hadn't replied. He flipped through the thick parchment book, wondering who else he could turn to for help.

Professor McGonagall? No, she might ask Sirius to cooperate with the investigation. Professor McGonagall has always been the most rule-abiding... Hermione, Ron... Wade...

——Ved?

Harry's heart moved, and he quickly wrote a line of scribbled words -

[Harry: The Ministry of Magic wants to take Sirius away. I can't contact Dumbledore. What should I do? ]

[Ved: Can you tell me more?]