A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

At Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall was flipping through the list of freshmen as usual. In addition to children from pure-blood and mixed-blood families, those little wizards from Muggle families need some extra help.

After all, wizards are more like fairy tales to Muggles, and a letter delivered by an owl is surprising, but not convincing. In order to ensure that Muggle parents agree to enroll their children, professors usually have to make a trip. But Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin, is extremely unsuitable for this kind of job.

In the Transfiguration classroom, in addition to Professor McGonagall, there are also Ancient Runes professor Basilda, Muggle Studies professor Caredi, Protection of Magical Biology substitute Professor Graplan and flying class teacher Mrs. Hooch.

"Professors, this is the list of freshmen this year. Let's see if there are any problems with the little wizard who is responsible."

There are less than 50 freshmen on the list, and it’s not as long as a student’s lazy essay. Excluding wizard families, each professor is assigned a maximum of 2 wizards.

"Professor McGonagall, is there a mistake in Roger Travis's address?" The list was in Mrs. Hooch's hands. She was used to reading it from bottom to top, and her brows couldn't help but frown.

"I remember that the Travis family is in the south, but his address is in the North Sea, and it's Azkaban." Mrs. Hooch read it three or four times. If it wasn't during the summer vacation, she even suspected that the address was that of the Weasley brothers. prank.

"Travis? Such a familiar name."

"Buck Travis." Professor McGonagall stood up and read the Death Eater's name. She would never forget this murderer of members of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Maybe it's just the same last name." Everyone looked at each other, not sure about this statement.

"Professor McGonagall, have you read today's newspaper?" Professor Sprout rushed into the Transfiguration classroom with his body covered in dirt and his face full of anger.

"What's wrong, Professor Sprout?"

"The Daily Prophet said that the Ministry of Magic threw a baby into Azkaban and imprisoned it for 11 years. The entire wizarding world is discussing this matter today, and the headmaster has gone to the Wizengamot."

"Roger Travis?" Mrs. Hooch looked at Professor Sprout, her tone seemed to be both confirmation and confirmation.

"The child's name was not in the report. The Ministry of Magic and those Aurors went too far. How could they throw a child into Azkaban! That was Azkaban, and it was full of dementors. Poor child! Professor Sprout said and began to cry.

Several professors quickly took the newspaper, and the cover was full-page headline, with the title in extra large bold font: "Azkaban's Little Star: New Life at Hogwarts"

Below is a magical photo, a dark and cold Azkaban cell, with a small figure standing in front of the dementors. He used his God-calling guard to drive away the monster and fell into his mother's arms. Below the photo is a line of small words, "Children who have never seen the sun."

Rita Skeeter is, by some accounts, Britain's finest wizarding journalist. This report lives up to the level of her writing, if not more.

She transforms the ordinary words described by others into extravagant descriptions, which are all highly personal descriptions. If her previous articles were called random fabrications and eye-catching, then if this article is true, it is definitely a rare masterpiece.

Every sentence in the article is like an unforgivable curse flying towards the Ministry of Magic, and it is directed at the current Minister Cornelius Fudge. After all, yesterday, the Ministry of Magic solemnly issued an announcement.

Now Hogwarts has also been affected. Principal Dumbledore, as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot and the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is under attack by Rita.

The entire wizarding world knew that the notice must be signed by the current headmaster. The letter sent to Azkaban was naturally not missing, and the woman Rita had already photographed it and hung it in the newspaper.

"This is a dereliction of duty! This is a crime! This is contempt and trampling on the Wizengamot Charter of Rights!" The article scolded unabashedly, even comparing the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts to the institutionalization of the mysterious man.

"In the name of equality, they trampled on law and justice, and then suppressed the opposing wizards. They branded these wizards as pure-blood worshipers, and then threw them into Azkaban and were sucked into idiots by dementors, even the babies were not released. Pass.

If the soil is not purified, it can only cultivate the flowers of sin... I looked at the shining stars inside through the cell door, and hot tears rolled down the corners of my eyes. "

The Transfiguration classroom was filled with professors unknowingly. Except for Professor Binns and Principal Dumbledore, most of the Hogwarts teachers were here.

"Professor McGonagall, is this true?" Everyone looked at McGonagall, and the freshman admission list was on that table. Professor McGonagall took off her glasses and turned the quill next to her into a handkerchief to wipe it with.

"Don't get excited, everyone. Principal Dumbledore has gone to the Wizengamot to handle this matter. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will protect every student."

At this time in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge smashed his office into a mess. Like an angry bull, he wanted to throw the reporter named Rita into Azkaban.

"Damn witch, you actually set a trap on me!" Fudge yelled at everyone in the office.

Not even 24 hours had passed since the Ministry of Magic's announcement, Rita slapped the entire Ministry of Magic in the face with this report. He has every reason to believe that this is a conspiracy!

Rita Skeeter, that despicable and sinister witch! Her shameless and obscene plot against the Ministry of Magic and the Minister himself!

The corridor outside the office was crowded with Ministry officials, arguing loudly and debating whether the contents of the newspaper were true or false. No one from big or small officials tried to verify the truth. Instead, they tried their best to prove that the Ministry of Magic had not imprisoned the wrong person.

Percy, the secretary to the minister, squeezed past them and grabbed Dolores. "Dolores, Rita's report is false, right?"

"No." As a senior investigator, Dolores went to the archives room to search for files from that year as soon as she saw the report.

"If it is true, how could the baby survive the Unforgivable Curse? That is the Imperius Curse! If the child was taken into Azkaban by Jessica, how would he grow up?"

"The person who took action was old Barty. We all know that he will not show mercy to the Death Eaters." Percy stared into Dolores's eyes, hoping to get the answer he wanted from his eyes.

"Who knows?" Dolores shook her head helplessly, "Merlin, our savior even fell under the Avada Kedavra curse of the mysterious man."

"Can……"

"Okay Percy, go and watch in front of the fireplace." Janus, the minister's personal assistant, came over and motioned to Dolores not to say anything more.

"The minister believes that things will turn around if former minister Millicent Bagnor comes forward. I heard him say that Principal Dumbledore and Barty Sr. also have unshirkable responsibilities." Parcy was worried that Minister Fudge would step down as a result. , they are all in the same boat.

"You expect the previous minister to come forward? Listen to me, Percy!" Janus shook his head, pushed Percy to the corner, and took the documents in her hand.