The Return to Hogwarts

Continue to wait. If the Dark Lord is completely defeated, those truly vicious and insane people imprisoned in Azkaban will have no chance of redemption, and I can find a place where no one knows me and continue to live. Or, if the Dark Lord makes a comeback, I can steal Harry Potter and offer him to the Dark Lord.

Either way, he can live a good life.

If I could kill you

Disguised, Peter Pettigrew slipped out of the dormitory through the crack in the window bars. As the pale, cold moonlight shone on him, he gazed at the dark, dense Forbidden Forest, his eyes filled with endless resentment!

The temperature was already quite cold in early November, and no one wanted to linger in the open corridor. After the banquet, accompanied by the prefects, the young wizards poured out of the Great Hall like a flood. Slytherins and Hufflepuffs went to the basements, while Ravenclaws and Gryffindors rushed to the tower. They all headed to their respective common rooms.

While discussing Professor Blaine and his new title is certainly an interesting topic, for some young wizards, the more pressing matter is completing their homework due tomorrow.

"I'll go help Scabbers take his medicine first, Harry, then I'll go get Snape's paper on the confusion drug—"

Ron gave Harry a look from the dormitory stairs. Harry hesitated for a moment after receiving the signal, but still slowly walked towards Hermione, who had rushed back to the common room and was now alone at a table dealing with her homework.

Cough cough--

Because of the conflict between Scabbers and Crookshanks, Harry had never felt so embarrassed about asking Hermione for help with his homework. He stood next to Hermione, who was engrossed in her calculations, and coughed twice.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Hermione, looking haggard and with a slightly dazed look in her eyes, suddenly snapped back to reality, as if she had just woken up.

I want to give you some advice--

Seeing her like this, Harry couldn't bring himself to voice his true needs. He pulled up a stool and shoved it under his bottom, looking at the messy table and the long, still-wet ink paper on arithmetic and divination. After a moment's hesitation, he picked up Hermione's paper and began studying the complex numerical charts with great seriousness.

Why don't you give up on this and let yourself get some rest?

A little overwhelmed, Harry handed out the charts, frowning as he spoke.

"This thing doesn't seem to be of any use?"

"It won't work. Are you talking about arithmetic divination?!"

Hermione appeared very indignant.

"This subject is fascinating and has a greater impact than you can imagine, Harry. If you want to become an alchemist like Professor Dumbledore, or even a spellbreaker like Bill, Law's brother, then you must excel in this subject!"

Harry was glad that people didn't expect Quidditch stars to be proficient in the subject, otherwise he would have had to find another dream.

"Anyway, you need to give yourself a rest, Hermione,"

While Harry believed Ron was clearly more right about Scabbers, that doesn't mean Hermione wasn't his good friend.

“You can’t handle so many courses at once, Hermione. Even Malfoy made time to visit Professor Blaine today, but you’ve been busy working on these papers during dinner. If you can’t bear to give up arithmetic and divination, I think giving up Professor Bubbaji’s Muggle studies is a good option, after all, you grew up in a Muggle family.”

“You don’t understand, Harry,” Hermione shook her head stubbornly. “I find Professor Bubbaggy’s classes very interesting. I never thought that studying Muggles from a wizard’s perspective could be so fascinating, it—”

Harry will probably never know what's so interesting about Professor Bubbaggy's Muggle Studies class, because at that very moment, a choked scream echoed down the stairs of the boys' dormitory, and all eyes in the common room turned to Ron, who was dragging a bed sheet along.

"Are you happy now?!"

Seeing the blood-stained sheet and Ron fiddling with a tuft of ginger cat fur, Hermione, who was puzzled, began to tremble all over.

Chapter 195 Time Converter

As the night passed, with the help of Filch and Lupin, Amosta finally put the modified panoramic telescope back in place, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was once again displayed before him in such a clear way.

In the latter half of last night, fine rain began to fall from the sky, gradually stopping only at dawn. By the time the faint sunlight could pierce through the gaps in the clouds, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. A dazed Amosta stood at the window, letting the cold wind, thick with moisture, whip against his face in an attempt to invigorate himself.

Turning around, a parchment with the title 'Charter' spread out on the desk, bearing the flamboyant signature of the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

This is what Dumbledore gave him privately at the end of last night's dinner:

Permit

I, the Minister for Magic, hereby authorize Amostra Blaine, Head of the Office of Student Safety at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to monitor the behavior of all personnel within the school, including but not limited to students, faculty, staff, headmaster, and vice-headmaster, in public areas when such a situation arises, as approved by the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Board of Governors and the Ministry of Magic.

This right expires immediately upon the removal of the threat, and a new application is required to reactivate it.

Cornelius Fudge

Amosta gazed at the words on the paper again and smiled silently.

To be honest, if it were last year's situation, Fudge would never have signed such an absurd charter. Once this thing gets out and becomes known to the wizarding world, it means that Fudge's political career is over, and he can pack his bags and prepare to step down.

But this year's situation is even worse, after all, Black's escape from Azkaban was entirely the result of the Ministry of Magic's inadequate oversight.

If Blake is not caught soon, or if anyone, inside or outside the school, is definitively proven to have been harmed by Blake, Fudge will suffer the same fate.

Of course, a very important reason why Fudge was willing to grant this authorization was that the authorized person was Amostrade Blaine. From donating the Basilisk in the first half of the year to helping look after Harry during the summer vacation, he had a rather good impression of this young and promising wizard.

Holding a steaming cup of bitter tea, Amosta leaned on the edge of his desk, quietly scrutinizing the dazzling array of images on hundreds of screens.

It was the first period of the morning, and the castle was almost deserted. Inside the rotating tower, Dumbledore, who had also stayed up most of the night, was wearing a star-patterned nightgown and went downstairs to get hot chocolate. Filch, who was worried about failing his KPI assessment, led his wife, Lady Norris, who had suffered quite a bit, back and forth in the corridor like the wind, trying to find the little wizard who had violated the school rules. In fact, apart from him and Lady Norris, there was not a single ghost in that corridor.

With a few exceptions, most ghosts stay obediently in their territory. Whether it's the secret room or Black, it's as insignificant to them as guessing what kind of pudding the house-elves have prepared for their after-dinner meal.

In the first half of the year, Amosta set up a surveillance network to find the Slytherin successor hidden among the young wizards. This required him to be in front of the monitors almost all the time, observing the young wizards whose behavior was contrary to common sense. But this time, it was only to prevent Black from breaking into the castle, and the panoramic telescopes themselves also had alarm functions, which undoubtedly made his work much easier.

Ring ring--

The crisp ringing of the bell announced the end of the first class for the young wizards in the morning. The professors remained in the classroom, waiting for the next wave of young wizards to arrive, while the students had to hurry to pack their things and rush to the classroom for the next class.

Amostella, who had originally planned to sneak out through the secret passage sealed by Filch to carry out her experiments, had to wait a little longer until the young wizards returned to their cages before she could secretly leave.

With a bored expression, Amosta stared at the surveillance footage until it became clear again. He spat out the tea leaves and prepared to leave, but...

Suddenly, something a little strange made Amosta narrow his eyes, and he stopped himself from taking the step he was about to take.

The first class this morning for the third-year Gryffindor students was a spell class with Hufflepuff, and the second was a Transfiguration class with Slytherins. Amosta watched as Harry and Ron rushed into the classroom, followed by Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Daphne. Hermione lagged far behind everyone, somewhat absentmindedly entering the classroom.

However, just as Hermione entered the Transfiguration class, another Hermione Granger suddenly jumped out from around the corner of the corridor on another floor. She looked around and hurriedly ran into Bathsheda Babling's ancient rune classroom!

what's the situation? !

Amosta suddenly stood up straight, his sharp gaze fixed on the classroom door of the two professors.

"Hermione who followed Harry into Professor McGonagall's classroom. Sirius Black who drank Polyjuice Potion?!"

Amosta was taken aback and muttered to himself, but in a very short time, he overturned the conclusion, finding it illogical; Blake couldn't possibly still be in the castle!

In just a few seconds, several possibilities flashed through Amosta's mind, but none of them seemed particularly plausible.

Amosta squinted and strode quickly to the monitor. After waving his wand, the images on the monitor screen began to reverse as if time had turned back.

Not two Hermiones, but three!

Hermione Granger followed the bustling crowd into Professor Victor's divination classroom!

Staring at Hermione Granger, who appeared at the doors of the three professors almost simultaneously, Amosta remained silent, his eyes growing ever narrower, a solemn light gleaming in his pale purple pupils!

Thump, thump, thump

Time ticked by, and Amostella abandoned her plan to go to the Shrieking Shack to study the Blood Curse. Her fingers tapped rapidly on the table, her gaze fixed on the doorway of the classroom where Hermione and the three professors were.

"turn out to be--"

The memory sealed away in Malfoy's dormitory resurfaced in Amosta's mind.

Every scene and every conversation in his memory flashed vividly before Amosta's eyes. Amosta never forgot the contents of his memory.

However, try to avoid it as much as possible.

The butterfly effect: past and future, immeasurable impact.

Finally, after a long while, a strange smile appeared on Amosta's tense face.

"So, that time-tamper was yours, Miss Granger."

Chapter 196 It Was You All Along

“Alright, now that we know Animagus refers to a wizard or witch who can transform into an animal while retaining magical abilities—”

During the final moments of the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall skimmed through the students' short essays on Animagus, her lips tightening with each passing line. As she looked at the nonsensical writing on the papers, this professor, who had dedicated most of her life to Hogwarts, couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the significant decline in the average grades of the young wizards in recent years.

"Then can anyone tell me why the Ministry of Magic controls this convenient and magical spell so strictly?"

Swish!

Including Professor McGonagall, the young wizards in the classroom had been trained by Hermione to react instinctively. They all looked at the little witch sitting in the front row of the professor's room with her head down. When they realized that Hermione had not reached her hand to the chandelier hanging from the ceiling as expected, everyone's eyebrows involuntarily rose half an inch.

"What happened to her?"

Ron, who had deliberately chosen a seat far away from Hermione, glanced at the swaying head in front of the professor and asked in a slightly uneasy low voice.

Isn't this obvious?

Harry pursed his lips like Professor McGonagall and remained silent.

Last night before going to bed, Hermione and Ron had a big argument in the common room because of Scabbers' inexplicable disappearance. Although they calmed down after being persuaded by others, Harry saw tears falling from Hermione's face like pearls from a broken string before she left.

Just then, Harry felt Neville gently tap his back. Without turning around to ask any questions, the experienced Harry secretly withdrew his right hand from the desk and, pretending to scratch his armpit, took a note from Neville's hand.

She cried all night and didn't sleep!

The brief handwriting on the note was very neat; it wasn't Neville's, but Hermione's roommate, Parvati Petit. Harry only glanced at it, and his mood immediately became much heavier.

'We should talk to Hermione after class.'