Azkaban students at Hogwarts

Whether people like it or not, days will pass day by day.

But Rita Skeeter didn't like that.

She has been visiting the Ministry of Magic frequently recently, trying to get follow-up information about the last report.

As an excellent reporter in the hype-rumouring genre, she could tell just by smell that the follow-up reports on this incident would keep her on the front page of the Daily Prophet for a week.

But time seemed to be playing a joke on her.

She didn't get what she wanted, but instead earned countless looks.

For a long time, she only saw smugglers and violent criminals being arrested, but the crimes they committed were not even enough to alarm Azkaban.

But Rita did not waver. She firmly believed that the last incident was just a warning swallow flying under the eaves before the storm; so she changed the frequency of her visits, but made some sharp-eyed friends.

Finally, on the day before Easter, Mafalda Hopkirk, an assistant in the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Magic of the Ministry of Magic, found her.

"Let me think about it, you came to me because of some little wizard who was casting spells outside the school."

In the warm Three Broomsticks bar, Rita pushed a glass of canyon water in front of Mafalda.

Mafalda is responsible for sending notices to wizards suspected of violating the International Statute of Secrecy or the Reasonable Restraint of Minors.

This sounds like a tough job.But the Ministry of Magic has too many technologies that are unimaginable to outsiders, and even the Silent People may not be able to explain them clearly; Mafalda actually just fills in the letter based on the information provided by Traces, or the reports of Aurors.

"No." She drank the canyon water nervously until she saw Rita taking out the jingling purse. "There is new progress in the matter you asked me to inquire about last time."

She took it upon herself to turn the time back to this morning, and Rita had to look back on this lackluster day with her; but fortunately, Mr. Fudge did not have to suffer this fate.

When a tall, rickety man bursts into the Ministry of Magic via an elevator, shouting that he wants to see the Minister; he is quickly restrained.

Fudge, who came after hearing the news, was startled by the man in front of him.

His whole body was in a sickly state, and there were two black spots on his eye circles; his body had also lost weight several times, and his loose clothes were supported by his large frame. The collar is exposed.

"My name is Walter, and I want to sue a current student at Hogwarts. His name is Roman Heller, and he once had a codename called White Wolf on the black market." He looked at Fudge with dull and empty eyes, "I Receive Veritaserum and Legilimency.”

His whole body seemed numb.

Fudge looked at Umbridge, who had just arrived, and was about to say something when he was interrupted by another voice.

"We cannot treat a whistleblower like this." Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, said while looking at Fudge.

"Yes, you are right." Fudge took a deep breath and nodded despite Umbridge's ugly expression, "The use of Veritaserum and Legilimency must be done with extreme caution, and must be judged based on the specific situation. "

"Name?"

In an abandoned courtroom underground at the Ministry of Magic, Fudge and Amelia were questioning Walter, while Umbridge stood by uneasily.

"Name?"

"Walter."

"Last name?"

"I only have a name."

A quill jotted down notes.

"identity?"

"Werewolf——" This sentence caused completely different reactions from the three people, Fudge's surprise, Amelia's confusion, and Umbridge's disgust as if she had eaten a fly alive.

Fudge knew what was going to happen by now.

As Roman has been out of sight for months, talk of getting rid of him has become more and more prevalent.

After all, the living "white wolf" loses its value, while the fallen "white wolf" can carry a lot of headless cases.

Fudge realized that his indecision had made some people impatient, and they began to take the initiative.

As for the internal contact person - he glanced at Pink Toad, who gave him a disgusting smile in return.

"Who are you going to report?" he asked, suppressing his discomfort.

"Roman Heller. He smuggles all kinds of contraband, including highly dangerous dark magic items and rare magical biological materials."

Fudge frowned. Roman had just escaped from these crimes, so repeating the same old story was not a good idea.

Does he want to overturn the case he made on his own?

"I will also charge him with first-degree murder." Walter took off the necklace from his neck. The pendant was a piece of yellow and white bone with a jade color.

"This is the hoof carpal bone of my brother. He was also a werewolf. For his own experiments, Roman Heller killed him at night when he transformed into a wolf and took out his bones with his own hands."

His words made Umbridge, who was taking the necklace, tremble all over. She almost threw it on Fudge. Fudge subconsciously avoided it, so Amelia took the Wolf Stone in her hand.

She frowned and looked at the necklace in her hand, "This is a very serious accusation. I think we need to discuss how to investigate and collect evidence. We need more evidence, and we may even use Veritaserum on you."

"I said, I'm totally willing." Walter's eyes were straight, not even half as alert as when he was tracking Roman.

While Walter was haggardly accusing Roman in the British Ministry of Magic, on the Champs Elysées in France, Jacqueline of the "Champs Elysées Committee" was carefully walking along the roadside along the shade of the plane tree. Weave between parked vehicles.

A common problem on metropolitan streets is traffic and chaotic street scenes.This is also Jacqueline's heartache

Having lived here since she was a child, she felt saddened by the damage to the Champs Elysees' appearance.

Even if she just saw two beautiful ladies with frowning faces coming towards her, she would feel sad, suspecting that it was caused by the loss of beauty on the road.

But when she stood in front of the newly opened clothing store, she had completely returned to the confident and capable woman she usually was.

She will give full play to her personal charm and let the old woman with superb sewing skills and the young man with rich wealth and understanding of life join the "Champs Elysées Committee" to jointly complete the "Save the Champs Elysées" project. plan".

Inside the bright and spacious store door, the old woman who had previously made the wizard robe for Roman was inspecting the fine stitching of a dress.

"Colt," she called up the stairs.

"Mrs. Bertin." A young man of fifteen or sixteen poked his head out from the stairs.

"Come down and try on your clothes tonight." She gently lifted up this luxurious but not flashy dress, and it happened to fall into the eyes of Jacqueline who stepped into the store door.

"What a beautiful dress. Are you going on a date?" She is very good at extracting information through compliments.

"Yes, Jacqueline."

Colt didn't hide it. He raised his hand to take the clothes gracefully, but accidentally revealed a metal diamond pendant tied to his wrist.

"If it's about joining the Champs Elysées Committee, then he agreed. You just need to send the bills regularly."

Mrs. Bertin stood up, smiled, and sent her out the door in a tone that could not be refused.

The store door was gently closed and a closed sign was hung.

This was the first time in Jacqueline's life that she came to visit but was blocked from the door.

Although her goal had been achieved, she was not in a good mood at the moment.

Mrs. Bertin had no time to pay attention to her annoyance and turned back to pick up the phone that had just rang on the counter.

She answered the phone and listened for a few words, then handed the phone to Colt, who was trying on a dress.

Colt listened quietly for 5 minutes before speaking:

"Stupid, that's the way Roman spoke three years ago."

But then he smiled, but didn't seem to care, "But it doesn't matter, this can reflect a sense of toughness."

He hung up the phone and began to fasten a button on his dress sleeve.

"I would say you are too nervous. Roman is not the kind of person who makes a decision just by patting his head." Mrs. Bertin slowly picked up the coffee on the table and stirred it slowly with a silver spoon.

"But after such a long time, he didn't react at all. Instead, he allowed the other party to take action." Colt shook his head, "This shows that he must have encountered some trouble."

"He needs a clean identity, so he has to deal with those stupid guys in the Ministry of Magic. And what he is least good at is dealing with these brainless idiots."

He put on his dress, pulled on the tight collar, and waited until nightfall before setting off for a private bank.

A small team carefully selected by representatives from each company had already put on the uniforms of guards and took over the security work here.

In the executive suite of the bank, in the conference room equipped with soft leather chairs, several talkative people active in the Paris underground world have arrived one after another.

Unlike other talkers who brought assistants, Colt chose to go to the meeting alone.

He had loosened the collar of this robe, which could be sold for thousands of francs, making his originally gentle appearance look a little crazy.

"That bastard Walter has escaped pursuit and gone to the British Ministry of Magic."

"I think there will be some very bad news in the Daily Prophet tomorrow morning."

"But my brother who is far away from home may not be able to care about these idiots. Instead, I will personally 'respond'."

"I hope you will not believe these guys who are full of lies, and at the same time show a certain degree of support for my 'response'; in return, I will provide a little convenience for some of your 'businesses'."

"I know that he has had dealings with some of the people here and even had grudges. But there is something I have to say first."

He looked at the two smiling talkers, his eyes cold and crazy.

"I am a superstitious person. In the magical world, this problem is so ridiculous."

No one present smiled. From middle-aged people to old people, everyone had a sinking look on their face.

They thought that this newly minted madman finally had some sense and was ready to discuss a new division of territory with them.

"But I have to say, if something bad happened to my brother. If some new witness came forward to prove his guilt, if some Auror accidentally hexed him, then superstition would take over. I think it’s because there are people here who have ill intentions towards us.”

He said something like a joke, but his tone was extremely cold.

"Furthermore, if my brother was struck by lightning, I would blame some of the people here. If his broomstick crashed into the sea, or his boat sank in the rolling waves, and he contracted a fatal disease, so would superstition. Let me blame it on the ill will of some here.”

This almost threatening statement made everyone frown, and no one dared to laugh at him for imitating a Muggle movie.

Because firstly, they may not have seen it; secondly, unlike them who have a big family and a big business, the other party is a complete desperado.

In less than a year, this young man and his men have made a name for themselves here, and they naturally rely on more than just reasoning in a soft voice.

"Gentlemen, I will never forgive this kind of malice, this kind of misfortune. But beyond that, I am willing to swear on my soul that I will never break the peace we have concluded. After all, we are better than those who It’s better to be a leader whose hands are stained with countless human blood, isn’t it?”

The place was quiet.

Everyone is thinking whether it is worth risking offending one madman to kill another madman.

The meeting went so well that Colt was able to leave before midnight.

When he was about to find a place to have a late-night snack, Jacqueline was chatting with two equally charming ladies with her reflective calves raised.

They had planned to come here to wait for their brother, a well-known best-selling author.

But obviously the other party had something to do and was delayed for a few days.

Just at this time, Jacqueline appeared in an extremely considerate manner and helped them a lot.

And Jacqueline was also secretly complaining that although these two ladies talked well and had bright smiles, they were obviously too immodest.

She went back and asked some friends who liked reading, but no one had heard of this guy named Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Colt!" She waved her arms, and when Roman didn't respond, she smiled apologetically at the two ladies, got up and chased after them.

"Colt," she said hoarsely, and it was hard to tell whether the sugar in her voice came from the coffee she just drank or from her throat.

Colt looked up suddenly and stared into her eyes.

The look he inadvertently showed scared Jacqueline and took a few steps back, but then she returned to her usual gentleness.

This made Jacqueline think that she had just experienced an illusion under the light, and began to invite Colt to sit down together.

Colt did not refuse Jacqueline's invitation.

He sat in the coffee shop generously and freely, letting the two strange ladies watch him.

"This is really destiny." A man wearing a forget-me-not blue robe opened the store door, smiling and showing off his shiny teeth.

The two beautiful ladies in the store waved at him, and he strode over, his long golden hair swaying with his footsteps, attracting Jacqueline and Colt almost instantly.

Of course, unlike Jacqueline, what attracted Colt was not the visitor's long blond hair and charming smile, but the identity of the visitor - Gilderoy Lockhart.

"This is an unexpected surprise, Mr. Lockhart." Colt stirred the sugar cubes in the coffee and smiled brightly.

No royal master of etiquette could find anything wrong with this smile.

But if Roman saw him smiling like this, he would probably run away.