People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

"It's so itchy, stop licking me!"

Ariana looked at the shaking reptilian head, the long black mane, the long forked scarlet tongue, and the sharp fangs but she was not afraid at all.

I wondered why I thought it was weird and ominous just now?

"It is a Thestral," Baqir answered. "Only those who have seen death, and who have fully accepted and understood it, can see the Thestrals."

"Okay, we should get in the car."

Ariana patted the Thestral's smooth neck again reluctantly and got into the car.

Furong closed the car door.

The Night Thestral seemed to have received an order and started moving forward.

Furong fanned her nose with her hands in disgust. The faint smell of mold and straw in the carriage made her, who had keen senses, feel a little nauseous.

She had no choice but to lean towards Bagir.

The clean smell and light sunshine scent on him are very pleasant.

Soon, the carriage drove out of the castle.

The statues of winged boars and stone pillars lining the driveway attest to this.

Because it was downhill, the carriage was moving faster.

Furong leaned on Bajir for support and gradually recovered. She began to ask the question she wanted to ask before getting on the car, but was interrupted. "You said that the Thestrals can only be seen by people who have witnessed death."

"But I've seen it. I once went hunting with my family and killed a deer myself."

Baqir shook his head. "It's just possible to see it. It's obvious that you, as a hunter, don't really understand death when you hunt."

"Generally speaking, humans can only empathize with the death of their own kind."

"You're lucky."

As he said this, Baqir held Ariana's hand.

He suddenly became a little worried that she would recall bad memories.

It seems that I am not promiscuous.

It just happens that there are a lot of people who like me.

Baqir said in his heart words that he himself did not believe, trying to excuse the strange feeling that suddenly arose in him.

Furong fell silent.

She was smart and easily understood the meaning of Bajir's words.

Both Baqir and Ariana witnessed the death of important people.

The carriage gradually stopped.

Furong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly opened the car door, "We're here."

It was very lively in front of the small platform.

Seeing Bajir and Furong walk out, the people on the platform couldn't help but focus their attention on them.

Fleur's charm as a half-Veela is enough to attract the attention of the crowd.

What's more, there is the existence of Bajir.

There were many students on the platform who lived in Hogsmeade but also had to take the train to Platform 9 4/3.

They recognized Baqir at once.

"Gryffindor's high-ranking flower!"

"Who's next to him?"

"A new student?"

"No, you don't look like a first grader."

"They are definitely not students of Hogwarts, otherwise I would not have noticed?"

"Yes, especially the silver-haired one, really. Well. Granger is still good-looking! What should I do? He is a man?"

The students on the platform couldn't help but start discussing, so much so that they forgot their parents were there.

Those male students who doubted their sexual orientation were soon pulled by the ears.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 161: Advanced Use of the Confusion Spell

Harry and the others hadn't gotten up yet.

Half an hour later, Kreacher woke Harry up with his creepy smile and a cup of hot tea as usual.

Harry subconsciously touched the side, only to feel a pillow that was still warm.

After making sure Ron was up he began to dress and convince an unhappy Hedwig to go back to her cage.

At this moment, Ron rushed into the room, looking very annoyed.

Harry noticed his left hand, which was tightly holding a newspaper.

"Fudge, you idiot!" Ron spread out the newspaper roughly. "I knew it would happen."

Someone escaped from Azkaban again

The Ministry of Magic confirmed today:

Peter Pettigrew, considered the most notorious prisoner ever to have been held in Azkaban Castle, escaped.

"We are working hard to recapture Peter," said Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge this morning, "and we ask the wizarding community to remain calm."

Some members of the Wizengamot criticized Fudge for sending Peter to Azkaban, knowing that Dementors were ineffective against Animagus.

"Where should I keep him then? Building another wizard prison so you can make money?" said the easily irritated Fudge.

"I have specially arranged for two experienced Aurors to live next to Peter's cell as jailers, and they also feed him a dose of confusion potion every day."

"Who knew that under these circumstances, he could turn into a rat and escape from prison."

"He must have some wicked tricks that the rest of us can only dream of! How else could he have gotten out of there? I suppose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him some of these tricks!"

"How can I compare to that man, Dumbledore? I have done everything I should do."

"What we should do now is to be careful with mice. Wizarding families should not adopt them as pets unless necessary."

"It is best to choose cats and owls that feed on mice."

"I am very worried that what happened to the Weasleys will happen to other wizarding families."

"Also, we have to protect Harry Potter. Peter will most likely target him."

The author is very curious about how the Ministry of Magic will go about protecting it.

But Fudge ended the interview on the grounds of confidentiality. 】

Ron slammed the table again.

"What do you mean our situation will happen again in other wizarding families!"

"That guy is not stupid, why would he hide in a wizard family again?"

"Scabby, ugh! The reason why Peter Pettigrew hid in our house was to avoid being hunted down."

"Not all of Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban. He was afraid they would get wind of him and know he was still alive."

"The reason for choosing a wizard family is to hear new developments all the time. If Voldemort, our old protector, becomes powerful again someday, we can return to him to ensure safety."

"Peter would probably just hide in the sewers now."

"No wizard wants to go down into the sewers and find him among thousands of rats."

"You're still talking about Dumbledore, you just know how to pass on the blame!"

Harry frowned. "Sirius knows, he -"

Ron nodded, "He looks very wrong, and so does Lupin."

They pulled their luggage downstairs and saw Sirius and Lupin frowning.

Only when he saw them appear did he relax a little.

Sirius forced a smile, "Good morning, the tripe pie that Kreacher made today is very delicious, you must try it."

Lupin stood up, "Your father said he would come to pick you and Harry up for school."

"He's waiting outside now."

"Will you come together?" Harry heard the implication.

Since Grimmauld Place was very close to King's Cross Station, they would have even planned to walk to the station dragging their suitcases if it weren't for the turquoise car parked outside.

But no matter which plan, Lupin will go with them.

The muscles on Lupin's face twitched unnaturally. "Because I'm a werewolf."

He looked tired now, and although his face was youthful, the white hair mixed in with his light brown hair was more noticeable.

The whole person seemed to have lost his support and energy.

Sirius sighed and stood up in annoyance. He patted Lupin's shoulder soothingly, "Let me tell you."

"Fudge thinks that Peter, who escaped from prison, will target Harry."

"So the Ministry of Magic has specially arranged a group of guards for Harry on his way to the station."

"Everyone Harry travels with is thoroughly investigated, and Remus is no exception."

Harry was a little angry. "So I have to separate from Lupin? What a joke!"

Ron said indignantly, "Yes! Don't you think about it? We have lived with Lupin for more than a month! If he had attacked us, we would have already -"

Lupin smiled bitterly. "But Peter has lived in the Weasley family for almost 11 years, and he hasn't taken any action either. He hasn't done anything, right? This doesn't prevent him from being a dangerous Death Eater. In the eyes of the people in the Ministry of Magic, as a werewolf, I may be just like Peter, just waiting for an opportunity."

Harry couldn't help but kick the box hard, and Hedwig in the cage pecked his finger in dissatisfaction.

He wanted to say that he didn't need the Ministry's protection, but looking at the looks in Lupin and Sirius' eyes, they both suggested that Harry go to school with the Ministry's people.

"Okay! Let's go!" Harry angrily pulled his luggage and walked out of the room with Ron.

There are two cars in the Ministry of Magic, both of which are old-fashioned dark green cars.

Mr. Weasley was standing in front of his turquoise Ford Anglia 105E Deluxe, looking in the mirror.

They hadn't been noticed to have walked out of the house yet.

"What are you angry about?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"I'm angry at myself!" Harry's fingertips turned white. "I'm so weak!"

"Bajir is right. Only the strong can decide their own destiny."

"For safety, I have to accept living under the same roof with the Dursleys."

"I have to stay away from my friends for safety."

"For safety's sake, I don't have the power to make my own decisions!"

Ron's eyes were filled with even more confusion. "But Basil can't decide not to go to France!"

"He complained in his letter. He didn't want to go to Nico Flamel."

In his eyes, Bagir is a strong man, but a strong man like Bagir is still the same and needs to do things he doesn't want to do.

Harry wanted to argue, but Mr. Weasley on the other side had already come forward.

Mr. Weasley's tall and thin figure was so eye-catching against the Mediterranean sea revealed by the wind.

Harry immediately forgot the words.

"Harry, Ron, it's time to go." Mr. Weasley smoothed a handful of hair and covered the exposed scalp the size of a gold Galleon.

And enthusiastically took the luggage from Harry's hand.

Together they strode across the short sidewalk toward the second car, put their luggage on it, and then walked back to the first car.

The first car was driven by a cunning-looking wizard in a bright green velvet suit.