HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

After burying Regulus, it was already completely dark and the group returned to the Black mansion.

Since Sirius was in a very low mood, Dumbledore went to counsel him personally.

Wuyou and Harry were preparing dinner with Kreacher in the kitchen. Because they were not only pure-bloods but also brought the young master back, Kreacher was very friendly and respectful to Wuyou and Harry.

Harry was talking to Wuyou while cooking soup. Somehow, he suddenly remembered what Wuyou said about the puppet, and asked, "Mavis, if you... I mean if, I don't mean anything bad..."

Wuyou sneered and interrupted him, saying, "Okay, Harry, just say it. When have I ever been angry with you? Why are you so cautious?"

Harry smiled sheepishly and nodded, then asked in one breath, "If your lover died unexpectedly, would you also make him into a puppet?"

Wuyou didn't expect him to ask this. He laughed, shook his head and answered very seriously: "No, I won't make him a puppet. That would be meaningless to me. I dare say I will use the time converter to go back and save him!"

"But you can't let your past self see your time-traveling self."

"Then wear a cloak to cover yourself up, or transform yourself into someone else."

"What if you traveled back in time and changed a lot of things in the future?"

"You said he is my lover, so what if I changed the future to save him? For me, the future without him is what scares me! So I am willing to break time and rules thousands of times for my love!"

"So... who is your lover?"

"…I don't know, maybe not yet?"

"Who are you trying to foresee Britain's future for, who are you trying to save?"

"I foresee the future for many people. I want to save many people, such as you, my dear, Professor Dumbledore, and many people around me now."

"Thank you Mavis."

"Don't ever thank me for this, I did this voluntarily because I care about you."

There was determination and tenderness in Wuyou's eyes, and her sincere oath made Harry feel that the answer to that question was no longer important, because it was enough to know that she had him in her heart.

"it is good."

After dinner, although Harry and Sirius tried to persuade the two to stay, Dumbledore had to go back to Hogwarts to deal with some matters, and Wuyou also had to go back to discuss some things with his brother.

Black Manor fell into a silent night again, but fortunately it was holiday now, and with Harry by his side, Sirius didn't have to face the empty room and the deserted manor alone.

Night fell, but the Changsun Mansion was still brightly lit. The glass lamps in the mansion emitted a soft and bright light, illuminating the entire mansion.

Wuyou returned to the mansion in a happy mood. He glanced at the fireplace behind him and walked out of the pavilion with brisk steps.

She walked through the winding pavilion corridor, but had no intention of appreciating the picturesque scenery on both sides of the pavilion corridor.

I walked around the elegant front yard without stopping to look at the flowers, plants and trees there.

The front hall is spacious and bright, and the layout inside the hall is very elegant. There are exquisite calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, soft carpets on the floor, and the warm light of the glass lamps makes it particularly warm and comfortable.

Wuyou still ignored it and walked straight through until she stood in front of the embossed door at the back of the front hall. Then she smiled in relief.

This is the main hall of the mansion, and it is the most solemn and dignified place in the entire Changsun Mansion.

At this moment, Mu Bai was sitting on the mahogany embossed sofa in the center of the main hall, holding a roll of brown, dark gold brocade in his hand.

Hearing the sound of her pushing the door, he smiled and put down what he was doing, looked up and asked, "Xiao Wuyou is back? Do you want to have a cup of tea and rest, or leave now?"

"Now, I guess they've already set off."

"It's not too busy actually. We can still complete the plan even if they are halfway there."

Wuyou glanced at him, sat on the sofa beside him and said, "What do you want to ask me?"

Mu Bai looked into her eyes seriously and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this? Didn't you want to protect them before? Why did you suddenly change your mind now?"

Wuyou looked at his blurry reflection on the mahogany table, a faint smile appeared on his face: "Haven't I always been protecting them? What has changed?"

"Resurrecting him is also part of protecting them?"

"Of course. Without oppression and suffering, no one would know my efforts. There are so many wizards in Britain, so many people who are fighting against us for power. Wouldn't it be good to let Voldemort clear the way for us? Wouldn't it be good to let him bring us suffering and help us gain fame and fortune? I have the ability to protect them during the war, so naturally I must still be able to protect them after the war!"

"Hahahaha! I knew you were more like me! Being famous is not as good as having overwhelming power! Since you think so, I will definitely take you to the pinnacle of power here!"

"it is good!"

On the North Sea above London, Fudge led six teams of Ministry of Magic Aurors to escort Voldemort, Barty Crouch II and Peter Pettigrew to Azkaban.

The dark clouds in the sky continued to press towards the sea, and the dark purple sea water crashed violently against the reefs. Mu Bai and Wuyou stood calmly under the sea, looking at the shadow of the ship above.

"Merlin's beard! It's so cold! Why is there suddenly a thick fog over the sea?!"

"Isn't it normal for the sea to be foggy? Besides, the weather is so bad today, fog is inevitable."

In the temporary prison in the cabin, Barty Crouch II is still unconscious because of provoking the Auror. Voldemort has been in a coma for a long time since he was hit by the Killing Curse, and he is dying when he wakes up occasionally.

The only thing that remained unchanged was Peter Pettigrew, who was always looking at everything around him with a shifty look in his eyes.

The Auror team guarding them were all combat elites, and nothing went wrong at all along the way.

Umbridge and Fudge were drinking tea leisurely in the main cabin. Compared to the worry he had when he first learned about the resurrection of the Dark Lord, he was now much more relaxed.

Because Voldemort may die at any time, the Death Eaters outside dare not rescue him rashly. The Death Eaters who dare to rescue him are basically in Azkaban. In short, the Dark Lord poses almost no threat now.

Now that they were approaching Azkaban, Fudge was in an increasingly good mood as he thought that his reputation in the wizarding world would be greatly enhanced after escorting the Dark Lord this time.

When their ship docked, several teams of Aurors pulled the three prisoners onto deck.

"Mr. Minister! The Auror Department is ready to take the prisoner to Azkaban!"

"Well, let's get started. You will all be recorded in history. The magic world has finally returned to peace..."

Boom!

Several huge explosions were heard, and two Death Eaters suddenly appeared in the fog.

The Aurors on the ship immediately prepared for battle, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

And Umbridge, who was somewhere on the deck, suddenly felt something strangle her neck. When she looked down, she saw that the magic pendant box on her neck had been snatched away by a Death Eater?

Before she could react, she saw the Death Eater throw the locket at Voldemort and then suddenly disappear in the fog.

The next moment, a strong magical power burst out from the dying Voldemort.

The thirty-centimeter polio instantly became a one-meter-three-meter polio!

Barty Crouch II was still unconscious, and Peter Pettigrew seized the opportunity to show his courtesy and knelt down and shouted "Long live his master!"

A strong whirlwind appeared around Voldemort. It seemed to have emerged from the ground, spinning at an astonishing speed, making a whistling sound.

The next moment, the whirlwind swept Peter Pettigrew and one of the Aurors who was responsible for escorting Voldemort along the way.

They were tightly bound by the strong wind, unable to break free. With a scream, the gray whirlwind gradually turned into deep red and dark green.

"My father's bones! My servants' flesh! My enemy's blood! Help me to be reborn! Hahahahahaha!"

The sea suddenly became turbulent and a tsunami tens of meters high appeared, which instantly smashed the ship and swept everyone away.

After the snake-faced bald Voldemort reappeared, he had no wand and no energy to fight them, so he Disapparated away.

Fudge was only swept onto the shore once by the waves, and he climbed up frantically, rejoicing.

Looking at the broken ship and the fleeing Dark Lord, a terrible thought came to his mind.

"I have to be Minister of Magic!"

Fudge hid in the dark and cast an Obliviation Charm on the Aurors who had climbed to the shore. While casting the spell, he prayed that every one of them could swim to the shore to ensure that his chances would be perfect.

Perhaps it was God's will, because in the end everyone really came back, even Barty Crouch II who was still in a coma, and Peter Pettigrew who had lost an arm.

Fudge smiled thankfully and personally took the two prisoners to Azkaban, and then used Transfiguration to turn a stone into the dying Voldemort.

When the Aurors woke up, they were confused about what had happened, but when they saw that the prisoner had been taken away from Azkaban, they did not dwell on it any more.

Completely believing what Fudge said, after everyone put the prisoners in Azkaban, a sudden tsunami destroyed the ship and caused Dementors to attack people, causing everyone to become confused.

Fudge returned with the Aurors extremely smoothly. The news that the Dark Lord and his followers were taken to Azkaban spread throughout the streets and alleys, and he enjoyed the praise and admiration of the people with peace of mind.