Azkaban students at Hogwarts

On the sea, Roman and Rolf sat on the broad back of the gray whale.

They had rested for two hours.

Luo Fu was staring at the golden clouds in the sky.

Roman rummaged around in his pocket for a long time and pulled out a fishing rod.

But this is not the world of Pokémon after all, and you can't catch fish while sitting on a whale.

Roman was bored and put bait on the fishing rod, and swung it away from a distance, watching the fishing line thread a white water line on the waves.

"Where are we going?" Luo Fe looked at the setting sun and felt that the direction seemed wrong.

"Why don't you ask it?" Roman pointed to the big guy under him.

Luofu's expression changed and he waved his hands repeatedly.

This waving soon turned into a beckoning - a gray forest owl broke through the sunset and flew towards them in the distance.

Then all kinds of owls began to land on the back of the giant whale.

Without the barrier of magic, the owl's name magic can achieve absolutely precise positioning.

But this time it was Roman's turn to be confused.

“Why would an American go to Greece and subscribe to the British Daily Prophet?”

He looked at the newspaper in Luo Fei's hand and narrowed his eyes into thin slits.

"I'm British, I just went to school in Ilvermorny." Rolf looked serious.

This sentence would be much more believable if it weren't for the dozen owls on his body that delivered various newspapers.

"Well, this was my grandfather's idea. You know, collecting news about magical creatures from all over the world. Those reporters will never know what clues they left in their articles. Many obvious traces of magical creatures' activities have been Misinterpreted.”

"Oh!" His words were interrupted by Roman, who exclaimed and hurriedly caught a quill thrown by Roman, "Thank you!"

"Hurry up and write a letter asking your old man to come and save us."

Roman flicked a few Sickles into a barn owl's coin bag, then ignored its strong protests that he wouldn't take any private work, held down its feet, and tied a makeshift note to it.

"Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore collected it." He turned the owl's flexible head towards him, "If it is delivered late, I will complain."

For the purpose of soothing his emotions, he took out the wet owl food from his robe pocket, and then awkwardly threw it into the sea.

The owl screamed angrily, but Roman had already sent it high into the air.

Roman didn't know when this cross-border email would be delivered, and it seemed that Newt was more reliable at the moment.

Rolf seemed to have finished writing the letter. He had released several owls one after another, but the remaining owls were chirping and begging him for newspaper money.

"That's enough, I don't have that much money!" Luofu looked at his scratched pocket with a grimace, and there were only two coins left in it.

He was then pecked in unison by the owls and had the Daily Prophet smeared on his face.

Please don't get me wrong, these owls are not damaging the merchandise.

This "Daily Prophet" was what Roman had just spent money for. He released the owl and threw the newspaper aside.

Rolf tiredly rescued himself from the feathers and newspapers, and looked away, only to see a photo in the corner.

He studied the photo carefully, glancing up at Roman from time to time.

Finally, he handed over the newspaper.

"Look here."

Roman took the paper and flipped through the useless front-page article—after all, they never told the truth here.

In an inconspicuous little section, Roman found his photo.

There is only a back figure on it, and the hair is not silver-white, but a little messy.In front of him, several serious-looking Aurors were making handovers.

This is a picture of him when he entered Azkaban.It’s just that people who have never been to Azkaban cannot identify the environment from a photo.

There was also a blurry mark in the corner of the photo. Roman knew that it was the Dementor's robe blocking the photographer's lens.

"Should "criminals" be allowed to attend Hogwarts? 》

Our special correspondent Rita Skeeter reports that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry welcomed a special new student in September.

The new student had been involved in many illegal incidents, but because the Ministry of Magic was never able to obtain strong evidence, the student was finally able to enter Hogwarts.

But now things have turned around. The latest news obtained by our reporter shows that there are witnesses who are willing to provide a complete chain of evidence and testimony for the crimes committed by this person.

For the follow-up of this incident, please continue to pay attention to this newspaper's reports.

Roman read this little article three times and finally snorted coldly.

"Add a few more protective charms to yourself."

Rolf raised his wand for no apparent reason and put on an armor to protect himself.

Roman lit the wand on himself.

"Shield removed."

The barrier of name magic is removed.

Ten minutes later, in Luo Fu's horrified eyes, a group of monsters flew over from the dark sky.

Colorful strange birds in the tropical rainforest, vultures on the rocky grasslands, and even flying snakes with weird meatballs on their heads.

They bit each other, attacked, and rushed towards Roman with blood dripping from them.

Rays of red light emitted from Roman's wand, knocking them down into the sea.

And when they sink in the sea, they often cause violent explosions.

When the last flying snake came to Roman with many cover, its life was ended by a green light.

There were only a dozen or so frightened, pitiful owls left in the sky.

Roman took a breath and began to cast a shielding spell on himself.

"You guys, come here, I need your master's help."

The owl hesitated in the air for a long time before slowly landing.

Luofu obediently hid in the corner of the whale's back, staring at the corpses floating in the sea, brushing up on his knowledge of magical animals.

Roman opened the letters they brought and scanned them roughly, burned three of them, signaled the owls to leave, and started writing replies to other owl owners.

He took out the formal letter paper from his pocket. The handwriting was regular and smooth, without any hint of haste.Finally, it is carefully packed in an envelope.

It seemed as if he was not living in exile at sea, but sitting in a comfortable bedroom, enjoying the warm sunshine and replying to old friends.

He knew very well what his "old friends" looked like. As long as he showed any sign of weakness or panic, they would give up on him without hesitation and push him out as a shield.

Although the enemy's current attack was very weak, so he didn't know what exactly happened, but he knew that he must prepare for the worst.

If the Dementors really killed him today, then tomorrow's "Daily Prophet" would probably announce the "in and out" of the whole incident on the front page.

"Remember to remind the members to check the year of this." He said to an owl with a purple feather on its head, and casually stuffed an ancient elf gold coin into the envelope.

After he sent away all the owls, Rolf patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Look over there—"

Roman raised his head and looked in the direction of Roof's finger.

At the junction of the sky and the sea, there is a petrel!

it……

wrong……

It's a big white duck.

not right either...

There is a broken ship.

The kind that cannot be boarded even with old tickets.

On the rough sea, the house elf sat alone on the boat.

The boat moved along with the rise and fall of the sea.

The big duck's head was bobbing in the water with a ferocious smile.

"Loyal!" Roman almost screamed.