From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The new treasure chest contains two duplicate cards and a new card.

[Smuggler Menton (R); In most underground markets, there are rumors of smuggler Menton. It is said that if you give him enough Galleons, he can bring you any supplies.

Skill Trading: Destroy this card. When purchasing any item, you can pay a currency far exceeding the price of the item to successfully purchase the item. 】

Without any hesitation, William once again chose a card with no chance of failure.

Then, he quickly flipped through the system's warehouse and found that the note behind the Menton card had been changed to Hate.

Good guy, this didn’t bother him—could it be that the guys from Nine Fingers didn’t keep their mouth shut and told Mengton as a joke?

Not impossible.

William speculated while walking towards a young child.

He has made it clear in the past few days that if there is any guy in the prison who knows basic magic education, it is this guy.

It's not that this guy is a child prodigy at a young age, and he was able to scheme against the Ministry of Magic at a young age before he was caught in prison - the main reason why this guy has a clean background is because he was still studying at Hogwarts not long ago.

As we all know, wherever there are exams, there will be cheaters, and in a school as big as Hogwarts, cheaters are caught every year.

It would be fine if he was caught in a normal exam. This guy was caught cheating on the O.W.L. exam. Not only was he expelled from school, he had to spend half a year in Azkaban. He was admitted to Azkaban for further training.

Hogwarts is not a place where everyone can graduate. Most of the prisoners in Azkaban are those who dropped out of Hogwarts. They either failed too many exams, released magic outside the school, or dropped out on their own. There are all kinds of serious violations of school rules, and most of the remaining prisoners are Hogwarts graduates.

If you just looked at the school where the prisoners go without referring to other information, you might think that Hogwarts is doing some joint activity with Azkaban.

Guys like William who didn't go to Hogwarts but were brought up by older wizards, although not rare in the magical society, are the least pitiable in Azkaban - this kind of generation The wizards who have been passed down from generation to generation have their own special skills in making a living, and the chances of breaking the law are much smaller.

When William found the guy named 'Goat', the guy was selling potions.

In fact, that thing is not considered a magic potion - without the help of a wand when cooking, most potions will lose their effect. Otherwise, the subject of potions would not stop so many wizards.

Compared with a series of standardized behaviors such as simply measuring the proportion of materials and the order of addition, suitable magic power is more important in helping the potion to form.

The magic potion promoted by 'Goat' is a low-quality mixture without a wand, relying solely on the wizard's unstable magic control and the effects of the herbs themselves. The ingredients are quite unstable, and the effects range from diarrhea to the time it takes to be sent to the hospital for treatment. Keep beating.

But this thing is not for drinking, but for drinking - William easily recognized that it was an incomplete version of the love potion.

After all, the original person was a potion maker, and he gained more knowledge in this area from his memory.

Although this potion cannot be taken, the smell alone is a top-notch enjoyment in Azkaban. Although it has a pungent smell that has not been cooked, but in terms of its effect, it can be used as a top-notch potion in the prison - —This potion can remind people of their favorite flavor.

"The new illegal drug - a taste more addictive than chocolate!"

The 'Goat' enthusiastically started selling to William, his beaming look making it impossible to tell that he was a prisoner of Azkaban.

"Love potion?" William raised his eyebrows, "What's the price?"

"Expert, I'll give you fifty galleons for a bottle - don't think it's too expensive, this is Azkaban, save this small bottle to last you a month!"

A month?

William smiled. Judging from his half-baked knowledge, it can be called a miracle that this thing can survive stably for two weeks - he was afraid of exploding in his pocket when he was given this half-finished potion.

Seeing that William had no intention of paying, the ‘Goat’’s expression changed instantly.

He waved his hand impatiently: "You poor man, hurry up and don't affect my business!"

Haha - you are really not afraid of being beaten to death if your medicine is found to have expired.

William turned around and left directly, not even intending to continue the communication - he originally thought that one of the other students must not be able to eat or sleep well after coming to Azkaban, so he took some leftover chocolates from the weekdays and exchanged the other person's thoughts about Huo Huo. The statement of Gwartz's teaching content is also considered a fair deal.

But now, the other party has such a big deal, there is no point in paying for chocolate anymore. People are only focused on money. Who cares about your junk chocolate?

…

It took Menton a long time to finally convince Moody that he was just too tired and ready to take a rest - or he pretended to believe it, but Menton could not ask for more.

In front of his old friend, he was naturally embarrassed to put aside his dignity and take off his pants to leave some surprises for the inmates. He could only leave Azkaban with Mad-Eye with endless regrets.

However, in the end, he still took the Nine West and Fifteen Nats with him, which was regarded as the final deprivation of the wealth of those bastards.

As a smuggler who is a part-time thief, he never has the habit of leaving a settlement empty-handed, which is a shame.

Although Mad-Eye sneered at this and even wanted to destroy the money and the prison uniform he changed on the boat out of the island, Monton still insisted on keeping the loot.

"Mundungus, you are not allowed to steal after you are released from prison this time. If you go to Azkaban again, don't think about me fishing you out for the sake of an old friend."

"Of course not. I still want to help Dumbledore for a few more years!"

The long-lost freedom and the fresh air brought by the sea breeze made Menton extremely comfortable. He even said in a cheerful tone what he thought he would never say before being imprisoned.

Compared to the terrifying place of Azkaban, the things Dumbledore had to do were so easy. He could even be lazy at work and help the Ministry of Magic transport a batch of cheap goods!

Mad-Eye looked at Monton carefully, then smiled.

"I guess you won't be able to help him much this time - Albus is worried."

"Is there anything else that Dumbledore can't handle?"

Munton's tone was full of confidence, and he had more confidence in Dumbledore than in himself.

"Yes, Hogwarts is short of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors again. If not, why don't you give it a try?"

"What a difficult thing it is, can't I, Mengton -"

Halfway through the words, Mengton quickly slapped his hand on his mouth, forcing himself to swallow the second half of the words.