The card draw starts in Azkaban

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Harry walked out of the principal's office in despair. He seemed to be sleepwalking, his mind was muddled and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter?"

In the Charms class, Professor Flitwick saw the impetuous Harry and had to knock on the table and remind Mr. Harry Potter again and again.

But Harry Potter was still confused and didn't hear it.

The other students looked at Harry curiously.

"Hey Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Hermione had to use her elbow to hit Harry to remind him.

Only then did Harry react. He looked at Professor Flitwick blankly, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

After a while, he apologized and said, "I'm sorry, Professor."

Seeing his appearance, Professor Flitwick sighed.

"Okay, Mr. Potter, you seem worried. Maybe you need to go see Madam Pomfrey? Or you can come and talk to me after class."

"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"

Although he is not the Head of Gryffindor House, he is still happy to talk to Mr. Potter and enlighten him.

Seeing Harry Potter in this state, Professor Flitwick expressed his concern.

He felt that he should know the reason why Mr. Harry Potter was so sad.

No matter who it is, they should be like this if they read the news about the return of the Dark Lord in the newspapers all day long.

It's a lot of pressure.

He was considerate and did not punish Harry. If it had been Snape, Gryffindor's ten points would have been lost.

After class, Hermione and Ron circled around Harry.

They all looked worried about Hermione.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Hermione asked worriedly. Harry thought for a while and decided to share his secret with them.

Harry took them into an unmanned classroom and after making sure that there was no Peeves inside, he told the story.

Ron's reaction was very Ron.

After hearing the news, he said loudly: "What did you say? Professor Lupine is Sirius?"

After shouting, he belatedly covered his mouth. Fortunately, Hermione prepared the spell in advance. She clicked it with her wand, and some sparks came out, silencing Ron's voice in the classroom.

This is what she has been working hard for these days. She is almost not eating, drinking or sleeping to improve some necessary magic.

Like this.

Useful when escaping.

After hearing Harry's words, Hermione's expression couldn't be said to be surprised or strange. Compared to Ron, she looked calm.

Or maybe it just looks calmer.

"I even ate his chocolate!"

Ron said.

"He won't poison me!"

His face became tangled in surprise, like a wrinkled bun.

Then he picked up the wand and seemed to be trying to induce vomiting.

After all, just a few months ago, he, his parents, and the twins all spent some time in St. Mungo's Hospital because of Sirius.

Although it didn't last long, the damage it caused to them was huge!

Especially for Ron, the harm and psychological damage caused were staggering.

Not everyone can bear the smell of dung bombs on their body.

Although things like dung bombs are said to be pranksters, if they really fall on a wizard, they are simply a murder weapon.

Even Aurors cannot withstand the attack of such things and hate them deeply. Fortunately, Death Eaters generally have some style and will not hurt people with dung bombs.

"Sirius wouldn't do this, Ron, he's innocent.

You should know, your father should have told you about this.

What, he didn't tell you, well, although I don't know why Mr. Weasley didn't tell you this, but he is indeed a good person.

If he really wants to do something, he has enough time to attack you. I mean, he won't attack us, he is my godfather..."

Harry defended his godfather, and at this moment, Hermione was obviously distracted.

She hummed in agreement with Harry, found an excuse and walked out.

"Hermione is weird, isn't she?"

Ron said as he looked at Hermione leaving.

Harry scratched his head a little.

"Maybe. Is she unhappy because she is under too much pressure from studying recently?

I saw that her study courses were fully booked and she worked all day long, and I heard from her roommate that she would train until very late at night."

"Maybe, let me tell you..."

Soon, Harry put Hermione's matter behind him and began to tell Ron what he knew.

Ron is a qualified listener, at least when he listens, he will have an obvious reaction.

This is called a teller, and it has a great sense of feedback!

Hermione quickly returned to her bedroom and took down a number of newspapers from the nearby bookshelf - clippings from the Daily Prophet. Hermione had been collecting this information on a daily basis. Hermione saw a lot of these Daily Prophets.

Messages circled by yourself.

Circled in front of him with dazzling red notes, these newspapers were placed in front of him in a certain order. Hermione licked her lips nervously. In front of his eyes, these newspapers ranged from Dewey Jones and Sirius' Prison Break to

Later, the two attacked the Weasley family, and later, Dewey Jones continued to commit crimes, and the atmosphere gradually became serious, and Hermione's hands trembled a little.

"Three people."

"Three professors who give people different feelings."

"Professor Lupine occasionally forgets something."

"Even though they all look the same."

"Professor Lupine will disappear at certain times. Although it is always under the full moon, I think it is a werewolf, but what if it is not? What if the professor wants me to think that he is a werewolf?"

"Sirius is definitely not a werewolf. Assuming that the professor is him from beginning to end, what is Sirius doing when he is resting?"

"Professor Lupine, Sirius, Dowey Jones..."

A lot of information was swirling in the little witch's mind. Hermione took out another full moon chart and carefully compared it with the time when Dowey Jones did bad things in the newspaper.

After a while, she frowned.

"Only one has something to do with the full moon. Is it a coincidence, or is it?"

The smart little witch frowned and began to think.

She smelled a strong smell of conspiracy here, and Dumbledore had already discovered some clues.

Earlier, he stared at Sirius with his blue eyes and handed three newspapers to Sirius.

"Is Dowey Jones still in touch with you?"

He asked Sirius, who shook his head, and Dumbledore pointed to the Death Eater corpse swaying in the wind and said: "Then do you think Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour could be Dowey Jones?

After all, Scrimgeour has changed a lot recently.

His movements are somewhat similar to those of Dowey Jones.

Lawless.”

Dumbledore sat at the back of the office and said softly: "There are only so many people in the wizarding world. If Sirius and Dewey Jones don't show up, his options will be limited."

He took out a box of chocolates, handed it to Sirius and said, "So I want to know if Dowey Jones has become Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour.

This is not difficult for him, right?"