From Azkaban To Hogwarts

By the morning of the next day, almost everyone knew that a big shot would be coming today.

The breakfast delivered this morning is no longer the usual roasted potatoes and vegetable soup that lacks oil and salt. Instead, it has been replaced with soybeans in tomato sauce, fried eggs, grilled sausages and oatmeal porridge. The black bread has been replaced with slightly browned bread. Toast - and more importantly, everyone got a whole chocolate frog, a treat that was simply unattainable in the past.

The dementors didn't come to eat at all last night. The beaters came over early to check the hygiene of each cell. And this time they didn't bring cigarettes, alcohol or other entertainment products to any of the cells, and some even stuffed money into them. There is no way to get any information.

"Hey, you said the investigation is so strict this time. What kind of big shot is coming?"

"Is it the director of the Auror Office who is organizing such a big battle?"

"Why does the director of the Auror Office want to deal with the striker? He is not directly under the leadership, so does he need to work so hard?"

"Maybe it's the Minister of Magic?"

"If the Minister of Magic is coming, people from the Daily Prophet should have come over long ago to take photos. It's your turn to have dinner and wait here?"

"That's right. Could it be that Britain has changed its king and is planning to pardon a group of prisoners?"

"Muggle affairs are none of our business, don't think too much about it."

Various conjectures were circulated among the prisoners, but no one knew the truth.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, things finally developed further. Starting from a cell far away from William and the others, the prisoners were taken out of the cell one by one and sent back after some questioning. After coming back, he said he knew nothing about what he was going to do, but who asked and what he asked, everyone who came back shook their heads desperately, indicating that they had been warned not to speak out.

The news was transmitted very quickly, but when the speed of picking people up was speeding up, none of the prisoners knew what they were going to do today. They only knew that the other party seemed to want to select some people through these questions.

William and the others even quarreled in the cell over what the other party wanted to do.

People with longer sentences are more likely to take the selected prisoners away directly this time or to significantly reduce their sentences for subsequent employment. Therefore, in this investigation, you can brag about your abilities appropriately to make it easier for you to leave. This damn prison.

Those with shorter sentences believe that the reason why prisoners are used is because they can sacrifice too much for freedom, so it is best to deliberately conceal this investigation to avoid being selected as cannon fodder when the time comes. There are no rights.

The two parties were quarreling fiercely, but it did not affect the speed of the batters helping to lift people. When William and his cell were mentioned, William clearly noticed the awe and joy on the faces of the batters - -This made William instantly feel that there should be no good fruits in this investigation.

Someone who can make the striker in awe come over to investigate, and the probability of finding cannon fodder is simply not too high. William calculated that his sentence was less than a year, and it would be much better to be a gangster.

After making up his mind to proudly shout out that I was a waste during the investigation, William felt relaxed.

Although Azkaban is really not a good place to be a Shilipo Sword Master, compared to running out to be cannon fodder, it is not difficult to accept the strict protection of the Ministry of Magic.

Soon, William was led by the batter to meet his investigator, or interviewer.

The other person was a lady with velvet hair that reminded William of a Chow Chow for no reason. She wore a pair of thick glasses and her clothes were outdated and weird. If he wasn't too old, William could even easily put the word "homegirl" on his opponent.

Workaholic, ruthless, cold-blooded, hating to marry - countless derogatory epithets came to William's mind, but William forced them to suppress them.

He knew very well that his preconceived negative emotions affected his judgment of the other party. If he allowed this negative emotion to extend, he would most likely not be able to pretend to be a waste.

The opponent glanced at William, raised his head to look at the roof, and after about a minute of silence, asked the two batters: "Is he William?"

"no problem."

"Okay, thank you, take him back and bring the next person over, thank you."

Is that all?

William was stunned, but obediently did not express any desire to resist - if he disagreed, the person behind the table shouted loudly - Very good, very energetic, it's you!

In this situation, wouldn't he suffer a big loss?

The confused William was taken back to the prison, and the others also went through the cutscenes and began to return to the cells.

The four people who came back from one of their cells met four different investigators. The methods of investigation were also all kinds of strange. Some were talking, some were doing questions, and some were even just handing over a magic wand to cast a spell. It was not surprising at all. One cannot sum up what the other person wants to do.

When the fifth guy came back, this guy started yelling before he could even sit down:

"Oh my god, it scares me to death. Why is Professor McGonagall still so scary!"

Then, he turned into a jumping bunny, amusing the whole cell.

The beater in charge of the prisoner also laughed, but he still used his wand to conjure a whip and beat him mercilessly.

The petite rabbit ran away wildly under the whip, but was still beaten more than a dozen times. It was writhing on the ground in pain until the batters stopped and then returned to its original shape.

"You said you were talkative when you entered the cell. This time you dared to talk even though you were clearly warned not to reveal the contents of the investigation to any uninformed person. If you are caught again, you won't be whipped!"

The striker cursed and left the cell. He looked at the list of prisoners in his hand, escorted people out from the next cell, and locked William's cell door.

"Tsk, tell me whether you are unjust or not. Why are you shouting so loudly? No one gives you money. Even though you are in Azkaban, you still can't keep your mouth shut!"

The big man mocked mercilessly and threw a bottle of magic potion from his bunk - there were many people in the cell who bumped into each other. This thing was also currency, so everyone had some on hand.

"I didn't expect it. I actually met the professor in this damn place, and was scolded by the professor for using transfiguration indiscriminately. When I came back, I was so panicked that I forgot about it - be gentle, it hurts!"

"It hurts you so much, you idiot. Who didn't know it was a professor when they saw it? Why did you come back and make noises? We don't have eyes to see it. Why didn't anyone say anything but you? Didn't you get a warning?" Pass?"

Jiuzhi responded angrily while applying the medicine.

Have you all seen it?

Why don't I recognize him?

Why didn't anyone warn me?

Aren’t we squatting in an Azkaban? who I am? Where is this?

(I guess I won’t be able to finish it, I’ll make it up tomorrow morning)