From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 Late at night, Hogwarts School Hospital.

　　 The school hospital that has just started school has no other patients who need to be hospitalized, and the surroundings are quiet without even the noise of mosquitoes-Madam Pomfrey has a superhuman knowledge of those detail-oriented magic.

　　 The only patient, Peter Pettigrew, was lying quietly on the bed at the moment, but his eyes were not closed.

　　 "Do you want to run away?"

　　 This thought turned for a long time, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

　　 The fellow Sirius already knew that he was not dead, and is now hunting him all over the world-if he escaped from Hogwarts, then he would hardly worry about being caught by Sirius.

　　 But, that also means that Dumbledore will understand that the past has serious problems.

　　 I’m not sure. At that time, Sirius will lose all the punishment of the magic world under Dumbledore’s shelter, and then he will catch him to death with all his heart-he understands Sirius and the importance of getting shelter.

　　’If you continue to pretend to be crazy and behave stupidly, Hogwarts will protect me instead. No one will believe Sirius... Although I have lost the protection of the Dark Lord, I can still be protected by Dumbledore. ’

　　 Various thoughts floated through his mind, but he couldn't make a decision at all.

　　 "Damn Black, why don't you rot in Azkaban?"

　　 He cursed viciously, but still didn't dare to curse out loud.

　　 Even so, the hospital bed he was lying on still made a slight creak.

　　 In the next second, two house elves appeared, they looked at the dwarf star nervously, "How are you, Mr. Peter?"

　　 "Squeak!"

　　 "Do you need food?" The little elf on the left thought inconspicuously, and then handed a basket of food, "Are you okay? If you need anything..."

　　 "Squeak!"

　　 "We will serve you meals or provide other services. This is what Principal Dumbledore ordered."

　　 "Squeak~~~!"

　　 The little elf said nothing, bowed, and then left.

　　 "Squeak~~~~!"

Peter stretched his head into the basket without any hesitation, and then ate with his hands and mouth-this is not a difficult thing, the food here is much better than rat food, and he can eat this way. It has been used for more than ten years.

　　‘It shouldn’t be surveillance, just take care of...’

　　‘Stupid Dumbledore is as easy to be deceived as before...’

　　‘When I’m about to run, what can the two house elves do? ’

　　‘Do they expect me to make a mistake? I have been a rat for more than ten years...not many days...when Sirius is killed by a dementor, I can gradually recover...’

　　——

　　 "Dear Vice Principal McGonagall, we are guarding Hogwarts."

　　 The knight in the oil painting saw the visitor and stood up straight and saluted-although it was still on the oil painting.

　　 "Thank you, please pay attention to the abnormal events here in the next period of time," Professor McGonagall nodded in response to the oil painting, "Especially pay attention to the mice, don't let them enter the ward, and don't let the mice come out of it."

Although Dumbledore has cracked Peter’s Animagus, she knew exactly how terrifying this transfiguration could be done without the help of a magic wand, especially when poor little Peter lost his sanity. It’s even more dangerous if someone turns into a rat and sneaks out.

　　 Thinking of this, she imposed a few spells on the school hospital and once again asked the guards of painting and armor-if something abnormal happened, she would be notified as soon as possible.

　　'Poor Peter, the Ministry of Magic cannot be notified of this for the time being. If Sirius finds out, he will definitely come to assassinate. ’

　　——

　　 "He...should be okay...I haven't attacked for three years, if it's true..."

　　 "If Blake knew...who would he consider as the number one goal?"

　　 "No...no, I promised Albus..."

"But... the school hospital cannot treat that kind of injury. Madam Pomfrey can't... If you transfer to St. Mungo, according to the Ministry of Magic's **** morals, they will definitely publicize their credit for discovering Pettigrew, claiming It's not that I haven't done anything."

　　 "As long as he is sent to St. Mungo, the guy Black will give up Hogwarts and attack the weakly guarded hospital."

　　 "Heh...really a good friend..."

　　 "We have to add more protection to the hospital... He is like a mouse now... If he really runs away from a mouse..."

　　——

　　 "Wormtail, moon face, big feet and prongs."

　　 William opened the map and stared at the upper name in a daze.

　　 Wormtail, Lupin called the name-it's a petty dwarf.

　　 There are four fancy names and four friends, and one of them can still be contacted, which is almost self-explanatory.

　　 "The idea of ​​genius, the map of genius..."

　　 William watched the dense lines in the map, looked at the dense roads, looked at the names represented by the small black dots, and couldn't help but admire the sleeping Lupin over there.

　　 Putting away the map with great perseverance, he began to think about the four flower names and the map;

　　 "Wormtail...it's worth it is the mouse tail."

　　 "So, the Moon's face should be Lupin-or he is likely to be him."

　　 "The werewolf who turned into a full moon when he saw the full moon, the face of the moon is really a simple and easy-to-understand name..."

　　 "Big feet? This is interesting... whose feet are particularly big?"

　　 "There are tines... even more incomprehensible."

　　 "But a group of students actually figured out every corner of Hogwarts, and even the map they left behind helped the two most troublesome Gryffindors later."

"…and many more!"

　　 "Lu Ping came to the school to teach this year, and he knows what will happen to the werewolf after his identity is exposed!"

William looked to Lupin to one side, "The transformation of a werewolf can't escape. At most, you can use a wolf poison potion...but the cycle is too obvious. Self-defense is a chapter dedicated to dealing with the werewolf! Professor Snape's fascination. It's impossible to tell the black magic!"

　　 "And if I guess right, Lupin is a werewolf, the professors in the school should have known in advance!"

　　 "It's destined not to be kept, it's destined to be criticized, and it's dangerous... let alone Professor Snape, an old enemy..."

　　 "A bigfoot or a prong is Sirius, and Professor Lupin knows that he knows most of the secret paths!"

　　 "He's here to catch Sirius!"

　　 "But knowing the secret way... can still sneak into Hogwarts under the influence of a bunch of dementors..."

　　 "He concluded that Sirius could fool the Dementors!"

　　 "It's not right... more than that..."

　　 William drew out his wand in an instant, and then fainted to the drunk Lupin.

　　 "Sorry, Professor Lupin."

　　 He said apologetically to Lupin, who really passed out, "I've gone through other people's offices, so I will never let this happen in my office."

　　 Hastily added all kinds of guardian magic to his new door, and William ran directly towards Filch's office.

　　 "Sorry, Filch, I need Hogwarts weather records for the last twenty years. Do you have them here?"

　　 "Of course, how could there not be such a basic record?"

　　 Filch, who was feeding the cat, stood up and found what William needed in a few clicks—"Twenty years of records are here, Professor William."

　　 "Thank you, Filch, I will invite you to drink some other day."

　　 "No need, more confinement of a few students, professor, those kids are very naughty recently..."

　　 This is really difficult to answer. William haha ​​and left, and then returned to his office. In front of Lupin, who was not awake, he began to look through the weather records.

　　 "As long as those years are good, they are considered geniuses. From the second to the seventh grade, the full moon cannot be cloudy, and there must be heavy rain..."

　　 "I found it, and I did, just in those few years!"

　　 After confirming that he was correct, William smoothly solved the spell for Lupin, pretending that nothing happened, and asked the elf to take him back to the office.

　　——

　　 At the table the next day.

　　 "What, the planting record of mandela grass?"

　　 "William," Adams looked surprised, "What do you want this for?"

　　 Before William could answer, Adams said on his own, "But it does exist. It is too precious and too dangerous, so when the school decides to plant it, it will keep a record. I will bring it to you in the afternoon."

　　 "Thanks, Adams," William's eyes were a little dark-he checked the information late yesterday, and he got up to look for the information because he was too excited to sleep well today.

　　 "You don't want mandrake, I will never grow that kind of devilish herb again!"

　　 Adams looked wary.

　　 Regarding this, William rolled his eyes-his current transfiguration technique did not even dare to study the deformation of the human body, and he did not expect anything like Animagus.

　　 In the afternoon, the required information was sent over. With just a simple search, William determined that the children had succeeded in school wool - when they were studying, the school greenhouse happened to have planted a batch of mandela.

　　 "I'm sure, Pettigrew is an Animagus who is practicing in school."

　　 "Professor Lu Ping should know that he couldn't talk for a month when he first practiced. You can't hide this from your friends, let alone the crazy follow-up steps."

　　 "Then, here comes the problem..."

　　 William put down the record.

　　 "This kind of activity of trying new magic is done by one person, but will the others not try it?"

　　 Although it's a bit prejudiced to say this as a professor-children from Gryffindor have a hug, blindness and fearless style when facing unknown challenges.

　　 If one of the small groups dared to try Animagus' words, the others could not fail to try, especially as William knew that Peter Pettigrew was not yet a leader in the small group.

　　‘More than one illegal Animagus...four? ’

　　‘No, Lupin can’t complete the first step, so there are three, three illegal Animagus! ’

　　‘Sirius is also illegal Animagus! ’

　　 William quickly came up with this bold conjecture-and if this conjecture holds, ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Sirius’ escape from prison can be explained immediately.

　　 The streaks in the state of Animagus cannot be affected by Dementor's mind, and Animagus's Sirius will not be detected by the Dementor!

　　 As a wizard who has been with the dark skins for a long time, William has naturally guessed about their abilities-seven legal Animagus in a century... reasonable...

　　 "Transformed and fled...leaved Azkaban..."

　　 "Sirius Black, you really belong to you..."

"Go and ask Professor Lupin..." William opened his hands. "The four nicknames are probably related to the deformed state. I don't believe he doesn't know Sirius's Animagus... No matter what he thinks before, But... now we don't have so much time, there is one more lying in the hospital!"

　　 "That's not right... There is still something I haven't figured out."

　　 William stopped abruptly, "Blake betrayed his friends to help the Dark Lord, and why is he torturing Dwarf Star?"

　　 "Things that can be solved with a single shot of black magic, how much hatred is it that made him turn Dwarf into a mouse and imprisoned him for so many years?"

　　 "And, who on earth was Dwarf sent to the pet shop?"

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