Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

The next day, the sun still shone on this ancient castle.

"But Wormtail...is really dead, right?" Sirius held the letter in his hand tightly and looked at Tweel with red eyes.

He spent the night taking care of Harry in the school hospital last night, and also learned about Voldemort's resurrection from several people's mouths.

Originally, he heard that Peter was dead, and although he felt a little empty, he was actually quite happy.

After all, the traitor who betrayed the Potters died.

But early in the morning, when Tweel came to visit Harry and the others, he pulled him into the corridor of the school hospital and handed him Peter's letter. All these senses were disrupted.

"I have asked my friend to give his body to his mother, and I will also help her organize a hidden funeral. I think you won't mind, right?"

Tver took back the letter, patted his shoulder, waved to Harry and the others on the other side of the glass door of the campus hospital, and planned to leave.

"I want to go to... Peter's funeral," Sirius suddenly grabbed Tweel, "I want to be a friend who is willing to bury him!"

"Sorry, in order to protect his mother, not many people will know about this."

Tver shook his head and flatly rejected him.

Now no one knows when the curse in Voldemort's body will break out, nor what effects it will have.

I was afraid that this curse would not completely kill Voldemort, but would also make him aware of Peter's little actions, and then take revenge on his mother.

Therefore, even though Tver himself wanted to attend the funeral, he still suppressed the idea.

Therefore, upon hearing that it was to protect Peter's mother, Sirius had no choice but to let go of his hand in despair.

Even though he still didn't want to forgive Peter for his original mistake, he had to recall the original friendship for Peter's final feat.

Their group of four is missing one more person...

Seeing this, Tver said comfortingly, "If Peter's spirit in heaven knows about it, he will definitely be happy."

"Yes, you are right. Peter, and James, must want to see the murderer who caused their death die completely."

Sirius regained his fighting spirit.

"Voldemort is back, we must stop him, protect those innocent children and wizards, and end this damn war that is about to start again!"

"Even if you are not very clear-headed, I have to remind you that it never takes more than a barking dog to end a war."

Snape appeared at the door of the school hospital with his trademark yin and yang aura. His eyes glanced in and turned to Tweel.

"Dumbledore needs you to go to the principal's office so that he can discuss with everyone some things that require brainstorming."

"Of course, if you want to go there and study, you can," he turned to the angry Sirius, "I'm afraid your brain won't be able to accept it."

"Just go!" Sirius walked at the front with his head held high, "At least I still have hair on my head instead of greasy seaweed!"

"Pfft."

The first time he heard such an apt description, Tver couldn't help laughing.

"Ahem, I remembered something happy."

Seeing Snape's gloomy face, Turville quickly followed Sirius' pace.

If he keeps laughing, Snape will probably want to silence him!

I really don’t understand how Sirius still dares to live in Hogwarts with peace of mind, and is not afraid of some elf adding some strange potion to his dinner!

With random thoughts, Turville led Sirius into the principal's office, followed by Snape who was not slow at all and even wanted to catch up with them.

This is also the reason why they ran away, no, ran so fast!

"You didn't say the password?" Sirius asked casually.

He was still thinking about how to continue Yin Yang Snape, and did not pay attention to this small detail.

But Snape behind him noticed this.

You know, in the castle, even Dumbledore needs to tell the password to enter the principal's office!

"Besides, you can also Apparate at Hogwarts..." he guessed.

In fact, he was not sure whether Tver came back through a portkey or apparated back last night.

"Strong people can always do things that others can't do." Tver said nonchalantly.

"Then, can you invite a powerful person like you to come in?" Dumbledore's voice came from the principal's office.

Just in time, Tver opened the door.

Oh, there are quite a few people inside.

Mrs. Weasley and his son Bill were sitting on the sofa. Ms. Maxim and Hagrid sat on opposite sides, and Dumbledore sat in the middle of the two.

As for Turville's teacher, Grindelwald, sat on a separate sofa, facing Dumbledore diagonally.

Now with the three of them, this originally spacious office seems a bit crowded.

"Sorry, I'll bring you chairs right now." Dumbledore waved his hand, wanting to call the chairs in the distance to come over.

Only Sirius stopped his movement.

"No, we can just stand. Of course, if Professor Snape has difficulty with his legs and feet, then he can sit down. Don't worry about us strong people."

He looked at Snape with a smile on his face, but he received a cold face in response.

"You're right. People with weak brains generally have stronger physical fitness. After all, they rack their brains and can't come up with any useful suggestions."

"Okay," Dumbledore stopped them, "I didn't ask you to come here just to hear you two bickering!"

"I think you all know, yes, Voldemort is back."

Although they had already realized this, Dumbledore's words still made everyone look a little panicked.

"Then how are we going to deal with him this time?" Ms. Maxim asked quickly.

"That's why I called you here." Dumbledore raised his head confidently, and this confidence instantly made everyone feel at ease.

Obviously, last night's loss of soul was used to trick Tver...

"First of all, there is the problem of giants, Hagrid, and Ms. Maxim. I hope you two will set off as soon as possible, of course, after you have settled the Beauxbatons students."

"The main thing is to persuade the giants not to collude with Voldemort anymore. In this regard, we can only rely on you two."

Madame Maxime and Hagrid looked at each other.

She is not actually Dumbledore's subordinate, but France and Britain are too close. The last wizarding war started by Voldemort has spread to France, which has simply messed up France.

So just considering this aspect, she should come forward.

What's more, Voldemort's cruelty was something she couldn't tolerate.

So he nodded to Hagrid simply.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he could entrust his life to Hagrid, he would still be a little worried if Hagrid went there alone...

Tver also raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This was a part of his plan against Voldemort that he had not considered.

If the giants were scattered across the UK, then the Ministry of Magic, which controls the fight against the Death Eaters, would have to draw most of its energy.

"Sirius, do you remember our partners in the last war?" Dumbledore looked at Sirius and Snape, who were glaring at each other.

"Of course," Sirius turned around quickly, "Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher and so on."

"Very well, I need you to inform them as soon as possible, for the time being... for the time being..."

"Grimmauld Place, I have enough room for so many people."

"In this case, let it serve as our contact point. Then I will go over to strengthen some defensive measures."