abnormal hogwarts

With a "bang", the prison door slammed shut.

The four Aurors responsible for escorting Albert to Azkaban almost fled this desperate forbidden place.

Albert looked around.

Compared with the last time we came, there were fewer prisoners in Azkaban.

He probably couldn't bear the dementors' emotional sucking, so he hiccupped.

But that has nothing to do with Albert.

After watching several Aurors disappear at the end of the corridor, a group of dementors swarmed up.

New faces like Albert are their favorite.

Because the new prisoners have much more positive emotions to feed on than those who have been in Azkaban for a long time.

Too bad they got the wrong guy.

A hand covered with rough skin as hard as steel passed through the iron bars of the prison and locked the door of a dementor. Under the horrified eyes of the prisoners in the surrounding cells, he directly pulled the dementor's face. My head was crushed.

Albert withdrew his hand in disgust, the feeling of crushing his head was a bit disgusting.

Seeing the death of his companion, the Dementor retreated in fear.

Then more dementors gathered.

Seeing the increase in the number of people on their side, the dementors with low intelligence swarmed towards Albert again.

Albert grabbed the iron fence in front of him, bent it directly with both hands, and walked out through the gap in the cell door.

The light of the Patronus Spell was centered on Albert, and after it lit up, it formed a spherical shock wave and spread in all directions.

Under Albert's vast magic power, all the dementors that were hit by the shock wave that was almost solidified turned into ashes.

If it weren't for the concern that those Aurors might not have gone far, otherwise the Patronus Charm cast with all the strength would have annihilated all the Dementors floating outside the castle.

Wooden Dun, the art of wooden people!

A miniature version of a wooden man with a body similar to Albert emerged from the ground.

Under the influence of the permanent transformation technique, the wooden man transformed into the appearance of Albert, who printed the mark of the Flying Thunder God and was thrown back into the cell.

Even his clone didn't want to stay in this damn place.

Then throw a wooden man here.

Each of the prisoners in the surrounding cells was knocked unconscious by Albert, and then the memory was modified with a memory spell.

They won't know anything when they wake up.

The golden lines cut open the space, and Albert stepped in, returning directly to the devil's lair outside the village of Autry-Saint Catchpol and falling asleep soundly.

After the Wizengamot trial last night, the Ministry of Magic kept him in a holding cell until this morning when they threw him into Azkaban.

In that shabby place of the detention room, there was only a shabby little bed. The sheets and quilt cover on it had not been washed for who knows how many years. Only a ghost dared to lie down on it and sleep.

So Albert sat on the floor and made do with it all night. He didn't sleep well, and he woke up with various backaches this morning.

Forget about his sore waist and back, as soon as his genius dawned, the people from the Ministry of Magic rushed him to Azkaban without even having breakfast, which was another torture.

It was exhausting.

If I had known, I would have sent the clone to attend the trial.

No matter, let’s catch up on some sleep and get up for breakfast later.

……

Meanwhile, the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

"Hi, Harry!" A slightly excited male voice sounded in front of Harry.

Harry, who was still talking to Ron, just turned his head and was almost blinded by the flash.

The intense flash of light made him blink.

Before Harry could regain his sight, the male voice continued: "I am Colin Creevey! I am also a Gryffindor!"

Only then did Harry see clearly that the person talking to him across from him was a first-year student holding a camera.

"Oh, hi Colin, nice to meet you." Harry replied politely.

This first-year student, who looked like a little fan of Harry, came to take a photo with Harry. He talked so loudly that Harry couldn't even find a chance to speak.

"Ron, is that your owl?" The person next to him raised his chin towards the obviously older, fat chicken with a round face that flew in from the window, motioning Ron to look over.

The fat chicken smacked into the bowl in front of Ron.

Uh, does this mean that you are impatient to live and are ready to become a meal on your plate?

Seeing the red envelope in the fat chicken's mouth, Hermione and Vilia immediately gave themselves earplugs to listen.

A moment later, the lion's roar that Mrs. Weasley had perfected after practicing for many years rang out from the Gryffindor table.

"Ronald Weasley! You have disgraced the Weasley family!"

"Because you drove the tank out without permission! Your father will be scrutinized by the Ministry of Magic! This is all your fault!"

Even though the seriousness of the T-34 flying incident was completely insignificant compared to what Albert had done, Mr. Weasley was still under scrutiny by the Ministry of Magic.

"If you dare to make any mistakes again! We will take you home right away!"

It only took more than half a minute for the howling letter to convey Mrs. Weasley's words, but Ron felt as if half a century had passed.

Malfoy's voice that made people want to flatter him came from the Slytherin table: "Ron, you made your mother angry again!"

There was a burst of laughter from the surrounding area.

Ron, who usually should have retaliate mercilessly, didn't tell the difference this time, and simply said, "No... don't make fun of me!"

"Teasing? How could you get a yelling letter if you didn't make her angry?"

Ron whispered, "This is my mother's special care for me, Guan, Guan..." His eyes seemed to beg the surrounding classmates to stop.

More people burst into laughter.

Harry took a glass of pumpkin juice and placed it next to Ron to comfort his good friend.

After a while, Ron finished drinking the pumpkin juice and walked out of the auditorium dejectedly amidst the laughter and laughter of others.

……

"Everyone, we are welcoming a new classmate tonight!"

That night, at the Hogwarts dinner, Dumbledore stood on the teacher's bench and announced loudly.

All the students looked at Dumbledore curiously.

This is the first time in so many years that we have met students who joined Hogwarts in the middle of the class.

The door of the auditorium slowly opened, and a student who looked very similar to Albert walked in.

At the long table in Slytherin House, Elizabeth couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Is it so blatant?" Hermione looked at Vilia beside her blankly and asked.

Everyone in the Akatsuki organization knows that that person is 100% the outlaw Albert.

Draco was a little shocked.

Albert was arrested just last night at the opening dinner, and tonight he appeared majestically in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

How did Senior Aiwo do it?

"Albert Swann, please come forward." Dumbledore held the Sorting Hat in his hand and stood in front of the teacher's chair.

Because the excuse was to transfer to another school, Albert had to be sorted separately before he could start his Hogwarts student career again.

Albert, no, Albert smiled and walked to the chair next to Dumbledore and sat down, waiting for the sorting.

Speaking of which, he seems to be the only person in Hogwarts who has been sorted twice in thousands of years.

Do you want to play in another college?

So before sitting down, Albert stretched out his fingers and secretly cast a confusion spell on the Sorting Hat. Even Dumbledore didn't notice his little movement.

So—"Azkaban!"

The moment it came into contact with Albert's head, the resounding sound of the Sorting Hat spread throughout the entire auditorium.

The kind smile on Dumbledore's face suddenly froze.

The four deans were also stunned.

The atmosphere in the entire auditorium seemed to be frozen, and all the students looked at the Sorting Hat in confusion.

What did they just hear?

Azkaban! ?

With a dark face, Dumbledore lifted the confusion spell from the Sorting Hat and placed the Sorting Hat on Albert's head again.

"Well, talented and ambitious, then...Slytherin!"

Before the Sorting Hat realized what he had just said, and completely unaware of anything wrong with the surrounding atmosphere, he loudly announced the result of Albert's sorting again.

There was sparse applause from the Slytherin side. They had not yet recovered from the shock in Azkaban, so the number of people applauding was sparse.

Albert didn't care.

He walked straight to the Slytherin table and sat down next to Elizabeth.

"Hello, my name is Albert Swann, and I am a transfer student from Durmstrang Magic School." Albert said nonsense seriously.

"Elizabeth Olsen." Elizabeth introduced herself while holding back a smile, and at the same time proactively extended her hand to shake hands with Albert, who claimed to be a transfer student from Durmstrang.

……

While other struggling students at Hogwarts were studying at night on the ground, members of the Akatsuki organization skipped classes and gathered in their stronghold, Ryūchi Cave.

Zhang Qiu and Peneiro, two people who had no idea about the true identity of the main culprit in the Azkaban robbery, looked at Albert up and down with scrutinizing eyes and were amazed.

"Is it really that easy to escape from Azkaban?" Penello was really curious. Although she knew that Albert was very strong, she didn't know how strong he was.

After all, when members of the Akatsuki organization competed with each other on a daily basis, Akatsuki's three giants, namely Albert, Elizabeth, and Woz, did not take any action.

The first two basically crushed everyone else, while Woz was not very interested in fighting.

So Penello was still extremely shocked by Albert's escape.

This also led her to misjudge the difficulty of escaping from Azkaban. If it were really that simple, there wouldn't be only a few wizards who could escape from Azkaban over the years.

Albert smiled evilly and said: "I can take you to trample on the law, and then you will know how easy it is to escape from prison if you try it yourself."

Penello shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, it will hurt your body."