Azkaban students at Hogwarts

"Miss McGonagall, if you are fine, don't waste this rare holiday."

Roman turned his head and looked at Beate. He couldn't just forget about his classmates.

At least it can't be used on the street.

"Are you looking for your friend just now?" Beate asked keenly.

"What?" Roman's peripheral vision paid attention to the direction of the screaming shack, and Colt's figure never appeared. "Of course not, I want to go back to school. If you want to find him, he may be back soon."

All he wanted now was to wander around Hogsmeade and get rid of this little tail.

But the other party obviously didn’t think so:

"If you're okay, then I think I have a task to complete." Little Greg pursed his lips with a serious look on his face.

The words almost made Roman pull out his wand.

It took him a lot of effort to restrain himself and tell himself that this was Hogsmeade, not some black market.

"Excuse me?" He looked at the little boy who was still holding the cup in his hand. The crystal cup looked very expensive.

Did Mrs. Rosmerta lose her glass of water?

"I come to Hogsmeade often and I know Madam Rosmerta very well." Beate said nonchalantly, "I can just send it to her before I go back to school."

"With all due respect, you seem to be in third grade."

Roman realized that he seemed to have met the natives of Hogsmeade.

"That's the problem. I often come to Hogsmeade to see my aunt and uncle." Beate pointed to the small villas in the residential area not far away, "My uncle has asked me to do this since the beginning of school. Take you to see him."

She didn't say the second part. She felt it was ridiculous to bring someone home who might be a criminal, so she never took any action.

"what?"

Roman didn't ask why she came to him now. He was more concerned about another thing - he didn't remember any acquaintances in Hogsmeade.

"This is my uncle, Elphinstone Elcott." Little Mag stopped at the gate of the fenced yard and introduced the smiling old man on the steps.

He walked slowly to the rattan tables and chairs in the courtyard and motioned for Roman to sit opposite.

The tall figure and the familiar yard awakened Roman's memory.

He was so young at that time that Loyal would not take his advice.

On a dreary afternoon when he was out of ammunition and food, Loyal decided to take him to Hogsmeade to do some "moving work".

Moving work in the wizarding world can be dangerous, but everything went so smoothly that day that it was unbelievable.

Even if the anti-theft magic was triggered, they did not see the angry owner.

But just when they were about to take away the fourth silver plate, Roman found the homeowner lying in the yard, wrapped three times by poisonous tentacles.

But fortunately, the poisonous tentacles seemed to be enlarged by a farming spell, which allowed Loyal to save his life before St. Mungo's people arrived, and Roman took the opportunity to blackmail him for a small amount of extra money.

Really, just a small amount.

Across the table, Elphinstone smiled and stretched out a hand, trying to touch Roman's head.

Roman blocked his hand, pulled up a chair unceremoniously and sat down, "You should be lucky that the poisonous tentacles became larger because of the spell, and the venom secretion was insufficient in a short period of time. Otherwise, even if you survive, you may Become a purple man and be printed on a chocolate frog picture."

"The cold-blooded little monster who insists on charging first and then rescuing people is not qualified to criticize me." Elphinstone shrugged, took out his wand and waved it lightly, and the two cups were filled with scalding hot tea, "I just I wanted to tidy up the lawn and make it neater, but I didn’t expect..."

He shook his head and slowly sat on the chair.

"If you are planning to pay extra to repay the favor of saving your life, then I don't think it is necessary. The deal between us has been completed." Roman joked, picking up the teacup unceremoniously and blowing the hot air gently.

Looking at the mist rising in front of him, he thought about what he got from Elphinstone:

A set of exquisite sterling silver tea sets was exchanged for two pints of salamander blood and a pitiful amount of griffon claw powder; sixteen poisonous tentacle leaves and forty gold galleons were used to purchase precious dragon blood. A gold-plated pocket watch inlaid with gems, the gems were replaced by a small packet of bicorn horn powder, the gold on the case was scraped off and replaced by daily necessities, and the movement was replaced by African tree snake skin.

"It has nothing to do with that." Elphinstone smiled and asked Beate to take out a cushion from the room.

He patted the cushion again and again before leaning on it comfortably.

"Besides, don't underestimate my family fortune. If that day comes, our inheritance will be quite considerable, enough for our two children to share."

"How do you divide the inheritance between the two of you between your two children?" Roman looked into the room, but couldn't see anything.

Roman turned his head and looked at him with distrust.

The meaning in his eyes is clear: As long as there is one person in your family, you will not be entangled by poisonous tentacles.

"Beate, come in and get the biscuits!" A familiar voice sounded from inside the house.

Beate ran all the way into the house and came out within a moment with a plate of freshly baked snacks.

"Minerva's nephew and niece. You have already met Beate; as for that kid, he went to Africa after graduation, saying he was going to Wagadu for exchange and study."

Elphinstone, who had just picked up a cookie from the plate, met Roman's eyes.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that. Although I am retired, it does not mean that my wife has retired as well. I am always at home alone."

But Roman obviously didn't hear the latter sentence.

"Whose two did you just say..."

"Minerva's nephew and niece."

"who?"

Elphinstone frowned. The child was young and his ears were no longer working.

"My wife! Minerva! Minerva McGonagall!"

He put his wand to his throat and shouted into Roman's ear.

Roman sat dizzy in his chair, rubbing his sore eardrums.

"I knew it was you the day I saw the newspaper, but I only told Beate that I would take you home to sit with you when I was free. Although she didn't quite understand, she still did it." Elphinstone put his lower lip to rest. He raised his cheeks and spread his hands to make a noncommittal expression.

Beate seemed to know about the relationship between Roman and her uncle for the first time, and her ears perked up.

The sun was shining in the yard, but Roman felt cold all over.

"Elphinstone, you should have told me earlier." Professor McGonagall came out of the room, and Roman straightened his back subconsciously.

"This is the move, this is the move." Elphinstone laughed and clapped his hands, "I just want to see this move."

"This is nothing funny." Professor McGonagall frowned and came to Roman's side, looking at the sweat on his forehead, "Did you come to Hogsmeade by yourself?"

"I already have Dumbledore's signature." Roman swallowed. Judging from Professor McGonagall's posture, she must not have seen her application.

"Of course this is nothing funny. Abner had to stay in class for two semesters for transfiguration before developing this habit." Elphinstone wiped away tears from laughter.

But his smile gradually faded, "I'm sorry, Roman, I'm not..."

"Nothing..." Roman shook his head, but his expression was a little dazed.

……

In the Three Broomsticks bar, Mrs. Rosmerta was tying ribbons on Colt's wine box.

She carefully tied the lavender silk ribbon with silver edges into a bow.

This took her a long time, not only because she had to attend to guests in the meantime, but also because she was chatting with Colt.

"Is there really such a person?" Mrs. Rosmerta began to pack the last bottle of wine.

"Of course, there are also people who enlarge goblins and sell them as evil spirits." Colt replied seriously.

Mrs. Rosmerta covered her mouth with her white fingers, "Why would anyone buy that kind of thing?"

"Yeah, you'll never understand these people."

"There are also people who put turkey feathers on the bird that has been casted by the expansion spell to pretend to be an oracle." Roman's voice sounded from behind Colt, "There are even people who put the feathers of the bird of paradise on the bird with the secondary wing feathers removed. On the poor budgerigar, the stitches are then closed and painted.”

Colt smiled awkwardly:

"I thought you didn't want friends when you had a charming lady."

Roman returned his original words:

"What I see is that you abandon your friends when you meet a charming lady."

"Okay, you two glib kids." Mrs. Rosmerta handed the wine to Colt, but looked at Roman, "I hope you don't let your underage friends drink it. As for the wine you just brought out of the bar, That friend, I hope he’s an adult.”

"Of course, he's waiting for my drink with a few friends." Colt replied politely.

"You guessed it right, he came to see Troca."

As they walked down the road to the Shrieking Shack, Colt spoke first.

"Walter is reclusive, but I think in a few months he won't be a problem."

Roman was distracted while maintaining the shielding spell, trying to keep his lips still as he answered:

"That idiot has never been a problem. The problem is that he defected to Greyback. Who over there can have this skill?"

"Simple torture makes the spirit and will collapse." Colt showed a rare expression of palpitations, "Then a certain memory expert helped."

"Speaking of which, I don't know what you need Muggle weapons for." Colt tugged on the somewhat tight collar, "But there are two Muggle companies in the United States saying that if you really want to arm students, you can directly Producing a children's version of a semi-automatic rifle - complete with a cartoon skull and crossbones logo."

"I don't know who could think like this after eating three kilograms of dragon dung. Why don't you just make one for infants and young children?"

Roman's face looked like someone who had swallowed three kilograms of Bibi's all-flavored beans without chewing them.

"Colt, I'm glad you took over my old customers in large numbers. But I hope you haven't forgotten our principles."

"Of course, of course. Weapons don't have a stance, but businessmen do." Holding the bag in his hand, Colt could only tap his fingers and make a begging gesture.

Roman's expression softened a little. He could give up some things in order to enter Hogwarts, but some things were not so easy to get rid of.

"So, is business going well?"

"Everything else is fine, but customers in Southeast Asia place orders and need two poisonous horns. We have not responded." Colt frowned, "Let this kind of thing be able to pierce metal and skin, and also explode. If the horns circulate freely, we will hurt ourselves."

"Stop lying, those are just Class B tradable goods." Roman confirmed that there was no one around, and then he and Colt entered the Shrieking Shack one after another.

"We lack real wizards. No one can really penetrate into the African grasslands."

"I know, what I'm asking is why is it out of stock?" Roman frowned, "Okay, we are middlemen, not factories; don't we always buy from the 'hunters' there?"

"The hunter refused to take action." Despite the protection of the shielding spell, Colt lowered his voice, "Several Wagadu graduates gathered together and said they wanted to build a breeding farm."

"You know, Wagadu is the largest school that recruits wizards from all over Africa. It has an incomparable influence in the local area."

Of course Roman knew about Wagadu, where graduates were proficient in astronomy, alchemy and transfiguration.

Moreover, their use of wands is only a matter of recent decades, and many people retain the habit of casting magic with their fingers or gestures.

"This is a good thing. The reason why there are not many poison horns is because during the mating season, the male poison horns often blow each other up."

"Yes, but the current price is ridiculously high." Colt nodded.

"Give up what needs to be given up appropriately, and focus on making Muggle currency, legal or illegal, as long as it can be circulated."

Roman looked at the vampire young man lying on the ground and raised his wand.

" Legilimency."

"Then what should I do?" Colt didn't care at all about interrupting Roman's spellcasting.

"Hand over all your accounts. They know better than you what can be bought and what can be transported; promise me not to do remote control." Roman muttered quickly.

The vampire young man was writhing uneasily on the ground, as if he was having a terrifying nightmare; Roman put away his wand and let out a sigh of relief, "I leave this guy to you, they have no evidence."

"Then why not let them go to Moscow?" Colt didn't regard the poor vampire as a human being at all, and he still had "big purchases" in his mind.

"Are you really stupid or are you just pretending to be stupid?" Roman wanted to give him a slap in the face.

"Assuming that the collapse really happened, how are you sure that the successors will sell these things." Colt frowned, "I doubt that you said those things are enough to make a country a powerful country."

"If I give you [-] poisonous horned beasts, can you unify the wizarding world?" Roman asked slightly sarcastically.

"Of course not, they will cause terrible explosions, and I can't afford to raise [-] poison horns." Colt was a little dissatisfied, "But Muggle weapons don't require food."

"At the Nikolaev Black Sea Shipyard, there is a powerful ship that is about to be assembled docked. Muggles call it the 'Varyag'."

Roman shook his head and looked at Colt, "In addition to national coordination, it also requires 9 defense industry ministries, 600 related majors, and 8000 supporting manufacturers. In short, it requires a great country to complete its construction. However, this great The country will soon cease to exist."

"They won't last a few years before they start selling something really powerful, but be careful to keep your hands and feet clean. The lessons from the past are still watching us from the sky, so don't leave them as a laughing stock."

"Of course, of course. Our people are Muggles to begin with. They will buy and transport according to ordinary Muggle procedures, and then get 'lost' on the transportation road, and finally completely disappear in some extreme environment." Colt said anxiously Fingers twisting and twisting.

Then he opened a bottle of oak wine and drank half of the bottle before continuing:

"If possible, I would like to meet the little guy in the Forbidden Forest."

"I'm trying to arrange that you don't enter the Forbidden Forest from the outside world by yourself." Roman solemnly instructed.

"Of course I know, I'm not a desperado." Colt said dissatisfied.

When the sun sets, the clouds are dyed with gold and the village is soaked with red.

Two drunken youths, one "supporting" the other, left Hogsmeade. An underage third-year wizard returned to Hogwarts, carrying a gift from Colt to his drinking buddy, Raffi. .

Another quiet and peaceful weekend.