HP in the name of Slytherin

Peter Pedro was sent to the Wizengamot overnight. If it was normal, Snape might have maliciously deducted a few points from Gryffindor. He liked to see these mindless little lions get so angry that they were furious. He looked like he couldn't be killed.

But when Pettigrew was really sent away, Snape felt his enthusiasm waned again, and sent the young wizards back to Gryffindor Tower with a cold face. Except for the low pressure that made several people tremble and dare not speak, nothing else happened. Didn't even do it.

Harry was still thinking as he lay on the bed: I was so lucky today. I managed to deal with Peter, rescued Sirius as soon as possible, and didn't deduct points from Gryffindor at the beginning of school.

With the reborn Harry, the first class of school was also perfect. He and Ron would never be late, and they could also add points to Gryffindor in class exercises.

"Very good, Tom, plus 5 points for Slytherin." Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses, feeling a little fond of Tom Apep, who looked so familiar to her at first glance and was surprisingly gentle when she came into contact with him.

After all, he is really good at transfiguration. He can tell it once and for all. He is very talented.

Then Catherine and Severus also succeeded, but they were second and third, so they only gained 1 point.

Harry's eyes widened. He thought he could get extra points with his proficiency, but he didn't expect that the actual operation was not simple at all. The needle was either too long or bent into a fishhook. In the end, he was just more proficient than Ron.

After class, he even muttered to Hermione: "Why did the three of us succeed when get out of class was almost over?"

Hermione rolled her eyes: "Don't always rush forward. Think about it, you are only 11 years old now."

She made a pun. Her original intention was that the little wizard's 11-year-old body has insufficient control, and not everyone is like Catherine and Tom, and they can still operate accurately when they become 11-year-old children.

But Ron bluntly thought that this was just talking about their ages, and comforted: "Hermione is right, we are only 11 years old. It is already great to succeed in the first lesson."

He winked at Harry and glanced twitchingly at the platinum-blond boy walking past them, obviously implying that even the famous Malfoy was only half as fast as them and later than Harry and Hermione. A little.

Seeing him get happiness so easily, what else could Harry and Hermione say?

Fortunately, Draco didn't notice them. Although he looked ugly during class, he chased Tom away after class, and he didn't talk harshly after class like he did in his previous life.

Draco was of course anxious. Although Tom and the others had comforted him and said they would tell Dumbledore about the danger in their family, that was still that man. As long as he appeared and didn't disappear for a day, Draco would feel uneasy.

"Just communicate with your family as normal. Dumbledore is out today and there will be good news when he comes back." Tom had no choice but to continue to comfort Draco.

There was no way, Draco had the platinum blond hair common to the Malfoy family, and although his eyes were gray, his eye shape was very similar to Abraxas's, and he followed him so trustingly and dependently, Tom only had to think of him and Abraxas. You can't be ruthless about blood ties.

While thinking about Draco, he was just an 11-year-old kid. He was timid and had little experience, so he just tolerated it. While thinking about what happened to Abu in another world, he is now 11 years old. I really hope they can go back before the first grade starts so that he can really go to Hogwarts with Abu again. .

"What are you thinking about? I haven't written anything for a long time." There are no classes after the Transfiguration class in the morning. There is a Potions class in the afternoon, and Catherine and the three of them made an appointment to finish their homework first.

Of course, I am also waiting for information from Dumbledore while writing.

Of course, Tom couldn't say that he was thinking about Abu. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to make it back before the first grade started. He didn't want to put pressure on Catherine.

"I wonder if it's just Peter Pedro, and that guy would have the guts to break into Azkaban," Tom said.

Catherine did not answer immediately, but looked at Severus, wanting him to analyze it first.

Severus said conservatively: "I heard that when wizards come in and out of Azkaban, Azkaban's guards are relatively weak. If it were me, I would give it a try."

Tom still resented Severus for teasing him yesterday and deliberately playing devil's advocate: "He's so cowardly."

Severus responded tit-for-tat: "This is the method with the least risk."

"Besides, even if he can't feel the Horcrux and has walked through several places with no results, he must be anxious." Catherine pressed the two little wizards.

Tom muttered: "I hope he can be more diligent, otherwise we can only use Harry's method to sneak into Gringotts, which is too risky."

There are advantages to working with Dumbledore, but the disadvantages are also obvious. If they are too arrogant under his nose and repeatedly jump over the legal bottom line, it is likely to affect Dumbledore's trust in them.

Moreover, careless operation may affect Hogwarts, and Catherine does not want to use illegal means to enter Gringotts.

Bella and the crazy Death Eaters in Azkaban are time bombs after all. If we can take this opportunity to fish for law enforcement and let them be sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss, it may be better for the magical world.

"Don't worry, it's coming soon," Catherine comforted Tom. "I can feel a vague sense of crisis, and he should take action."

"Wizard's inspiration?" Tom asked.

Catherine nodded, smiled and joked: "Severus and I still want to go to the second grade. There are many cute little snakes in Slytherin now. If we can't go back, our previous efforts will be in vain."

That memory that belonged exclusively to Catherine and Severus made the two of them smile at each other in perfect understanding.

Times are quiet here for them, but dark clouds are gathering in Azkaban.

It is a real dark cloud. There are too many dementors gathered here. Once these black magic creatures gather together, it is easy to disperse the normal magic elements here. Over time, the natural environment will also be changed.

Standing in the middle of the North Sea, it seems like a triangular tower, and it seems like the rock was carved into this shape. It stands isolated on the sea, always with strong winds and huge waves, always with lightning and thunder, Azkaban is displayed in all directions. It was so uninhabitable that even Dumbledore couldn't help but feel depressed when he came here.

He came here under the pretext of worrying about Peter escaping again and taking Sirius back for treatment. In fact, he came here to use his profound magical power to sense whether Voldemort was around.

Dumbledore was actually a little hesitant about deliberately letting Bella go and letting her open Gringotts. This was not the best solution, but it was the fastest way to solve the problem.

He hoped that the two Voldemorts would be eliminated as soon as possible, and he also hoped that those foreign souls could leave this world as soon as possible. If the two Voldemorts were sent away, a new disaster would be ushered in for his world. Dumbledore thought about his body and With age, it is hard to feel at ease.

But I don't know whether it was because the dark magic element here was too strong, or because of some other problem. Dumbledore didn't feel the presence of Voldemort until he took Sirius away.

Before he left, he made a point of looking at Bella's cell. Everything was fine there, but there were two dementors nearby roaring in the wind and rain.

"Professor Dumbledore?" The official who accompanied him had an ugly expression on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was the wind, rain, sea water or cold sweat that wet his face.

Sirius' body was also very weak. In order not to anger the unstable dementors during the departure, he was put under a coma spell before being carried out, which minimized the vitality in his body.

Dumbledore took one last look at Azkaban and said to the Ministry of Magic official beside him: "Let's go."

As he walked, his fingers shook in his wide sleeves, and a pebble-like obsidian fell to the ground. It was stepped into the soft sand by the Ministry of Magic official walking behind, leaving no trace.

They left. In the high-rise prison of Azkaban, a woman with disheveled curly hair looked out the window with hazy and frantic eyes. She was not afraid of the occasional flash of dementors, and she focused on her own world.

A low, magnetic voice seemed to ring in her ears. The Black Devil, who looked like a Dementor, but with a twisted face hidden deep in the cloak, asked faintly: "What do you think of my suggestion?"

The woman turned around quickly, put her hand swayingly on the dementor's tattered and decaying cloak, and smiled charmingly: "Tonight at 12 o'clock, I will present the gift of my Lord's return."