My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 78, Section 077: Tie Them Up! (Seeking Recommendations)

Lynn and Professor Fox found a small hotel to stay in.

Smith then returned to the church.

Simon and Leon hadn't left yet; they were smoking and waiting in the church with Rozier.

The Lord's peaceful place was now shrouded in smoke.

Smith pushed open the church door and was caught off guard, choking on the smoke that filled the room.

"Have you finished smoking? If any believers come and see this, Rozier, aren't you afraid of punishment from the church?"

Rozier stubbed out his cigarette, his face full of disdain.

"If I were afraid of those old charlatans, I would have quit being a nun a long time ago."

Leon and Simon helped open the windows to ventilate the room, while also inquiring about Smith's progress.

Smith struggled to sit on the bench and shook his head.

"They are too vigilant; I think I've already alerted them."

Simon and Leon exchanged glances, and then Rozier spoke up.

"So, you went out and not only didn't find out anything, you also exposed us?"

"It's no secret that we're here. They'll always find a way to find out we're here, and I haven't come away empty-handed." Smith rubbed his injured leg.

"I feel like I vaguely remember that adult wizard. Leon, go and get the Daily Prophet from last year."

"Why do you always order me around?" Leon muttered, but still stood up and walked into the inner room of the church, bringing out a thick stack of newspapers.

Smith flipped through the pages from the back and quickly found what he wanted, pulling out the Daily Prophet and spreading it out in front of the three men.

The newspaper was dated September 1990, and the front page proclaimed: Former prisoner, now defense professor!

The accompanying picture in the newspaper clearly demonstrated the author's malice towards Professor Fox.

She chose a photo of Fox from ten years ago when he was imprisoned. His hair was messy, his eyes were sunken, his face was gloomy and pale, and he stared blankly at the camera without blinking.

"That's him!"

Smith tapped the photo on the newspaper to confirm.

"He was accompanied by a young boy, but not as 15 or 6 years old as Rozier said. He looked to be at most 13 years old and was probably a student."

"Hogwarts professors and young wizards?" Simon asked in surprise. "Why would they be here?"

"Bang!"

Rozier slammed his hand on the table, startling the three old men!

"Who cares why they came here! Now that they're in this city, they have no say in the matter! Arrest them!"

Her expression remained indifferent, but Smith and the others could hear the hatred in her eyes and tone.

The three fell silent.

Rozier glared at them sideways: "Are you scared?"

Seeing that neither of the two people beside him spoke, Ryan had no choice but to try to persuade them himself.

"It's been so many years. I know you still hate Dumbledore, but we don't need to offend him again. What happens after we arrest the professors and young wizards of Hogwarts? Are we supposed to kill him? This is a society governed by law. Even if we're all old bachelors with nothing to our lives, you have to think about our married colleagues. They still have to make a living."

Rozier gave a cold laugh.

"You have indeed forgotten that you are wizards. You keep saying you are doing it for the greater good, yet you are willing to accept Muggle laws and governance."

Ryan and the other two exchanged glances, each seeing the bitterness in the other's eyes.

They've lost their magic; who else but themselves would consider them wizards?

What else can you do if you don't accept the governance and jurisdiction of Muggles? Continue with your old ideas and get locked up in jail by those Muggle police?

After so much time, Ryan and his group had long since resigned themselves to their fate. Only Rozier still remembered the ideals of the man who had imprisoned himself in Nurmengard.

Even though that person himself had already given up, Rozier had never let go.

She longed for their former glory and hated Albus Dumbledore, who had cast them down to earth.

Rozier subconsciously touched the cigarette pack in her pocket, but it was empty. The passing of another old friend, coupled with the arrival of a wizard in the small town, had left her feeling troubled, and she had already smoked quite a few cigarettes that day.

The church remained quiet for a long time.

"I didn't say I was going to kill them," Rozier said slowly.

"Now that they've come here, they're just like us. They can forget about going back to being professors and junior wizards. Whether they stay here or seek help from Dumbledore, they need our permission to stay on this land."

Simon pondered Rozier's words.

"So, you mean to capture them and make them pay homage to the powerful faction?"

"We're not the Mafia! What are you siding with?!" Rozier was infuriated by Simon's lack of intelligence.

"After you've captured them, notify Dumbledore! Let him come and collect them himself!"

Leon understood what Rozier meant.

"Are you trying to embarrass Dumbledore?"

"Hmph!" Rosier sneered. "Even though the Dark Lord has imprisoned himself in Nurmengard, what he left behind is not something ordinary wizards can resist. Let Dumbledore see what he can do when his professors and young wizards have lost their magic!"

The church fell silent for a long while.

Finally, Smith slammed his cane down on the floor.

"Let's do it! We've been holding this in for so many years, and we don't even know how many more days we have left to live! Let's bring them here and vent our anger!"

Seeing that they had already made up their minds, and that Simon had always been the one having others make decisions for him, Leon hesitated and asked.

"Then... how should we tie it?"

Smith walked out of the church, leaning on his cane.

"Go home and get some sleep tonight, Simon. Your cows are probably starving to death, and they can't run away anyway. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

The three old men dispersed.

Rozier was left sitting alone in the empty hall. She stared at the cross, clenched her hands in front of her, and seemed to be either praying or muttering something to herself.

……

"A criminal gang that recently committed a major robbery in Edinburgh is fleeing towards our city..."

Inside a small hotel.

On an old-fashioned television, a pretty female presenter is rambling on about the local news.

Lynn and Professor Fox lay on their respective beds, discussing their current situation.

"Whom did you consult for the news? Professor Dumbledore?"

Fox shook his head.

"Of course not. Dumbledore isn't necessarily in England right now. He's an internationally renowned wizard. There's been a lot of trouble in the Soviet Union lately, and the Soviet Ministry of Magic is showing signs of disintegration. He's probably there helping to mediate."

"Who is that?"

"Alastor Moody, an Auror from the Ministry of Magic, we used to have some dealings in the fight against dark wizards."

"How will he deliver the message to us? Will he use Muggle mail?"

"I think he might still use the owl. Here, it's just absorbing the wizard's magic, so it shouldn't have much effect on the owl."

Just then, a sound of something hard knocking against the glass suddenly rang out from outside the hotel window, and Lynn and Professor Fox turned to look.

An owl, carrying a letter, tilted its head and looked out the window at them.

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