The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

The nights in Azkaban were as they had been for hundreds of years, shrouded in violent winds and thunderstorms.

According to the official records of the Ministry of Magic, in the fifteenth century, when a group of wizards were exploring the cold currents of the North Sea, they chased a community of aquatic magical animals and accidentally discovered this island shrouded in black magic. It was later used as a wizard prison. As the guards of the prison, the dementors have also successfully obtained human species recognition. Dementors are also the only race among humanoid magical animals to receive this honor. Centaurs, Veela, giants... .They give up this power, which makes them even more valuable when sold on shelves as potion ingredients.

Just looking at the history and situation of the wizarding world, it is very reasonable for wizards to ignore the attention of Muggles. The goblin rebellion, the Ronin rebellion, the pure-blood noble rebellion... This year, the Azkaban incident happened again .

The total time they have enjoyed peace and stability cannot even add up to an era.

"Maybe hiding in the Muggle world can give me some freedom to breathe."

On the top platform of Azkaban, Peter Pettigrew held a notebook of the same type as Neo's. From the day the great master gave it to him, he kept telling himself about Animagus. His practice experience is written on it. Among all the Death Eaters in Azkaban, he is the only one who has to do this. Although the others have been busy following the instructions, in Peter's view, their busyness has not achieved anything. The master's attention... Lord Voldemort seemed to have issued those grouping orders just to keep this group of people occupied.

Combat, logistics, research, supplying gold Galleons... They seemed to be preparing for something important. Most of them (except those who handed over the Gringotts key) were supported by a kind of enthusiasm. In the renovated castle, people are communicating with magic and brewing potions all day long...except for Peter.

Today he remembered something about the connection between Animagus and weather. It was a note written to him by his 'good friends' James Potter and Sirius Black. They used to sneak out at night and run to Watching the weather on the tower in the astrology class to choose the right day... It's getting easier for Peter to recall those memories these days, because his master asked him to write about the Animagus, and because of his reunion with Blake a while ago .

He didn't like his three friends.

Pronged Fork, Padfoot, Moon Face... He was surrounded by these three people during his student days. Just because they lived together when they were divided into dormitories, the rest of his life was swallowed up.

"Being a pharmacist after graduating from Hogwarts, or working in Gringotts, or opening a small private shop would also be a good idea..."

Why hang out with them?

James's passion, Blake's bravery, Lupine's kindness?

No, because James and Black are rich, they are too rich... The corruption of poor boy Peter in his youth.

Raising the brass telescope in his hand, Peter stretched the tube, something he did every night after he got the telescope from Dobby on the pretext of observing the weather and writing notes.

In the lens, the bright first lunar surface is a circle of craters. Among the faint spots, if you pay close attention, you can find a cloak that looks like a stain.

"Is that Dementor still? Or is it continuing to fly towards the moon?"

After Neo ruled Azkaban that night, he ordered a tall Dementor servant to fly to the moon, carrying with him the wand of death and carnage.

Peter had always been curious about whether the dementor could fly to the moon.

It is not a simple academic spirit or magical curiosity. This fat mouse just wants to see the poor people who are more unlucky than himself. This is one of the few sources of emotion that can support his elusive existence.

"If it really flies to the moon...I just...do nothing. What else can I do?"

What he can foresee in the future is that he will either rot in the darkness, or take advantage of the Death Eaters and Voldemort to really step on the heads of those who once looked down on him.

Neither required him to do anything, he just had to watch.

"It's so pleasant...wuwu...hiss..."

Peter secretly cried, and the bruises on his face were bruised by the curses used by the thugs from the combat team.

Because of his reputation as a traitor and the fact that he was the last one to join the Azkaban team, the proud old prisoners looked down on him. Peter had indeed been targeted and suffered a lot of bullying during these days.

This is one of the reasons why he hides alone in the corner of the tower at night.

The entire group was ostracizing him, especially after Neo called his name and asked him to lead a group for some reason he forgot to mention, the bullying became even more obvious.

"Who's there?"

"It's me, Peter!"

"The fat mouse didn't sleep at night. He hid on the top of the tower and cried. Hahahaha..."

The Death Eater team patrolling at night laughed and walked away. Peter stayed in the darkness, gnashing his teeth with hatred. He threw the notebook to the ground, and the automatic quill on it spat out a pool of ink, and added the notes he had written. Messy, wand pinched, Peter trembled, suppressed, his red eyes full of vicious revenge.

"Tomorrow, I will..."

In vain, he squatted down, carefully picked up the notebook, and sucked the blurred ink back into the quill bit by bit. Tomorrow...he couldn't do anything. He just hoped that those Death Eaters who contacted the Dark Curse would not Think of him.

......

In the Slytherin cabin, Neo and Nagini rarely reached a coordinated schedule, and he was checking Nagini's body.

"Similarly as blood-cursed orcs, werewolves only transform during the full moon..."

There is a recipe for wolfsbane potion spread out on the desk. This potion that can inhibit the transformation of werewolves has given Neo a lot of inspiration in principle. As a senior talent of curse magic, Neo is trying to decipher Nagini. Curse, a useful idea has been found.

Not a potion, but a purification ritual.

The deeper he studies magic, the more Neo discovers the limitations of an individual wizard. By relying solely on personal spells, he can also release a blood curse of the same level or even higher than Nagina's. But to remove it, it has to be said, Dumbledore may be better at it, but Neo can only resort to rituals.

Ron's wand refining and his own resurrection were all things he could learn from, and tonight, he felt the time was enough.

"Try it first, even if you fail, Nagini...I will always remember you."

The viper's head poked directly at Neo's arm. Neo caught it, tied its body into a knot, and then threw it into the magic circle painted on the living room floor. It is a pattern of dark aura.

Falling down in the inverted triangle that symbolized death, Nagini didn't dare to move anymore, because Neo had introduced it to her when drawing, and it was modified from the Inferi Refining.

The roots of mandrake, a bottle of improved potion... Neo melted them into a ball with magic power and sprinkled them into the magic circle. Finally, with a trace of reluctance, he would obtain it from Hagrid. The sharp horn of the unicorn, the most precious material that can restrain the curse, was thrown at Nagini, and she was immediately tightly wrapped around her.