A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Lupine looked down at Harry, worry and distress in his eyes. However, thinking of Professor McGonagall's reminder, his eyes became firm.

He knew very well that if Harry learned that Black had betrayed his parents, causing James and Lily to be killed. He will definitely escape from the school and seek revenge on Sirius.

For the first time, Lupine looked forward to the Ministry of Magic, hoping that they could quickly capture Black. Now in order to protect Harry's safety and prevent him from falling into danger, Harry must be placed under strict protection.

With these thoughts running through his mind, he hugged the unconscious Harry and followed closely behind Professor McGonagall.

The students walked with heavy steps, as if wearing shackles, walking weakly and slowly.

Everyone reluctantly followed the dean and professors onto the spiral staircase leading to the principal's office. In their eyes, this is a thorny spiral staircase leading to unknown fear.

Although it is the first time for many people to step into the principal's office, they may usually look around excitedly and chatter among themselves.

However, at this moment, they were as quiet as quail. My heart is full of curiosity about the new environment, but also mixed with the uneasiness caused by making mistakes.

The students lowered their heads and said nothing, rubbing their palms together nervously. In this silence, everyone felt unprecedented pressure, as if even the air had become heavier.

Finally, Professor McGonagall's knock on the door broke the deathly silence.

However, a more terrifying voice came from the room, which was Dumbledore's kind and kind "Please come in."

Dumbledore squinted his eyes and looked at the door. The deans of the three houses, Lupine holding Harry, and a large group of students poured in.

The principal's office is not big, and there are several important guests today: Amelia, the new minister of the British wizarding community, and two professors appointed by the school board: Green, the substitute professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the Magical Creatures class. Professor Wilmina.

With Snape already there and Hagrid looking sad, the principal's office instantly became crowded.

The successive principals in the frame were disturbed by the sudden noise and woke up from their naps one after another. They rolled their eyes curiously, focusing on the group of dejected students.

Such a familiar scene made them murmur in their hearts: These naughty guys must have done something intolerable, so that the strict and serious Professor Minerva had to send them to the principal for acceptance. deal with.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that Professor McGonagall had already dealt with it once. I brought everyone to the principal's office for secondary processing.

Dumbledore looked at Minerva's sullen face through his glasses and couldn't help but take a breath. Needless to say, something serious must have happened.

He looked again at the troublesome student. Oh, Slytherin and Gryffindor, old enemies. However, he has more urgent things to deal with now.

Dumbledore took out the awkward Elder Wand, lowered his head slightly and recited the incantation: "Extend without trace."

In an instant, the entire office became spacious, and everyone finally found a place to stay.

Amelia glanced at the students and knew now was not the time to continue deliberating. She stood up and said, "Principal. Express Train and the Order of the Phoenix also hope that you will consider it carefully."

Amelia turned to look at the big man Hagrid and sighed regretfully: "That Hippogriff has been sentenced to death. I'm sorry, Hagrid."

When Hagrid heard the news, his huge body trembled, and tears even came to his eyes. Like a child, he actually let out a sad whimper.

A trace of apology appeared in Amelia's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. In order to run for minister, I always have to choose something to give up. That hippogriff became the price for her kindness to the Malfoy family.

She put on her black hat and nodded to Dumbledore and the other professors. This resolute minister used Apparition to instantly return to the Ministry of Magic in London.

Now, there are no outsiders in the office.

Dumbledore had a kind smile on his face and his eyes wandered among the group of students. He glanced at Rogge and subconsciously turned to look at the so-called Green Wizard.

"Let me introduce you first." He stood up from behind the table and pointed at Wilmina.

"This is Ms. Wilmina Graplan, an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts. From today on, she will take over the position of Professor of Magical Creatures."

"Hagrid, as Wilmina's teaching assistant, will assist her in taking charge of classes from third to seventh grade."

After hearing Dumbledore's introduction, everyone couldn't help but look at Wilmina. She is a witch with short gray hair and a prominent chin, and her serious face reveals her affinity.

"Thank you principal for your trust." Wilmina smiled, "I will take good care of every student."

The professors welcomed her arrival and were happy to accept the relatively peaceful settlement reached by the school board, the Ministry of Magic, and the school.

The Hippogriff attack did not cause any bloodshed, but it exposed Hagrid's lack of experience as a professor. If a student hadn't provided a timely solution, the twelve hippogriffs might have caused an irreparable accident.

Executing a hippogriff and demoting Hagrid to assistant coach was acceptable to everyone no matter which way you looked at it.

"This..." Dumbledore turned to look at Green, his eyes shining with blue light.

The school board discovered that a werewolf would fall into a period of weakness after transforming. Therefore, Green was sent over at the same time as a substitute professor. Facing his old friend, Dumbledore didn't know how to introduce him.

"Green, an ordinary wizard from Austria." Grindelwald stood up, as if the principal's office had become his home court.

He glanced at Albus with a smile and continued: "I studied at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Unfortunately, I was expelled from the school. I only have a little research on dark magic."

Grindelwald sighed as he spoke, looked at Albus and continued: "In comparison, Albus is the expert in this field."

Rogge curled his lips, why don't you order milk tea here? No, not a little bit yet.

If Grindelwald's research on dark magic is called a little, then what is called a lot? Also, what the hell are you two looking at? They are already an old couple, and their eyes look at each other like strings.

Grindelwald walked towards Lupin and extended his hand in a friendly manner, without any indication that he had ever wanted to kill him directly.

"Remus John Lupin, Albus wrote to tell me that you are a very good wizard!" Grindelwald praised unabashedly, and then praised: "I believe in your research on dark magic. , far beyond ordinary wizards. Becoming the Professor of Dark Arts at Hogwarts is definitely worthy of the title."

Lupine blushed a little at his praise, especially the old wizard who looked knowledgeable and wise. He was actually a little nervous and didn't know how to speak for a while.

He was completely unaware that Grindelwald had omitted the word defense.

Grindelwald patted Lupine on the shoulder, like a general inspecting his soldiers. Then, he walked towards Mag.

The two people's eyes met, and Minerva stared into his eyes, which always felt familiar yet strange.

"Minerva, long time no see. Time has made you more beautiful than before." Grindelwald looked behind her at a group of students who were dejected because of their mistakes.

"I remember that when we were in Bhutan, your temper was not as serious as it is now. At that time, you were still like an ignorant girl, always following Albus. You looked weak, but your character was very tough."

Grindelwald's words made other professors think. Their eyes couldn't help but wander around the three of them. Sprout and Wilmina thought of various plots in their minds in an instant.

"Ahem...Gail."

Grindelwald couldn't help but tremble when he heard the familiar name. He exhaled slowly and looked at Dumbledore, who had silver beard and hair, with a smile.

"You should call me Green." Grindelwald shook his head slightly and did not accept his title.

"Okay, Green." There was a hint of regret in Dumbledore's eyes. He quickly calmed down and continued, "Let's see what trouble the troublemakers in Hogwarts have caused first."

Gale's name made Minerva finally remember who this person was. He is the shadow that once shrouded both sides of the Atlantic, Gellart Grindelwald, known as the Dark Lord.

McGonagall whipped out her wand, pointed it at Grindelwald, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you are Green..."

"Aha, you finally remembered me, Minerva!" Grindelwald said slowly, and pressed the wand in her hand in the blink of an eye.

"Thank you for the box. Twelve, right? What a lucky number."

"Okay, we'll talk about this later." Dumbledore raised his voice to signal McGonagall not to worry.

Professor McGonagall reluctantly withdrew her wand, but still looked like a vigilant lioness, firmly protecting the students behind her. She was extremely wary of the dark wizard who called himself Green.