My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 79, Chapter 078: A City in Name Only, a Prison in Reality (Seeking Recommendations)

Lynn opened the window and took down the letter brought by the owl.

"I'm sorry, the conditions aren't very good right now, there's nothing to feed you."

The owl seemed somewhat displeased, pecking at Lynn's finger with its sharp beak before spreading its wings and disappearing into the night sky.

Lynn handed the letter to Professor Fox.

He opened the letter; it wasn't very long, and he read it quickly.

Professor Fox's face was somewhat solemn.

"We're in big trouble."

"What's wrong?"

Lynn took the letter from him, puzzled, and her face turned pale after reading it.

"This is actually a wizard's prison," Professor Fox said in a deep voice. "It holds the former followers of the first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, who are also known as the Saints."

These people should have been imprisoned in various countries' Ministry of Magic prisons after Grindelwald's downfall, such as Azkaban in England.

However, Grindelwald left a contingency plan for his former followers.

No one knows what it is. Rumor has it that it is likely a curse that will cause wizards to lose their magic and become worse than Squibs, no different from Muggles.

And this curse resides in the small town of Abros.

Even the former saints could not escape this powerful curse; they survived here, but lost their magic.

The Ministry of Magic couldn't send Aurors to capture them, as that would only be a waste of manpower. In the end, Dumbledore established rules for these saints.

They are forbidden from leaving this small town for the rest of their lives, and the magic ministries of various European countries will no longer send anyone to cause them trouble.

Thus, this place became an unusual wizard prison.

Because this incident was not something the Ministry of Magic was proud of, and because a long time had passed, it did not become widely known in public.

It can only be described as a secret that can hardly be called a secret.

Because of its remote location, and because it was actually on the outskirts of the city, the Ministry of Magic issued a warning that could only be seen by wizards.

But Lynn was brought here directly via Apparition, and Professor Fox said he didn't see any warning at all.

The two are now trapped in this prison, and the Auror Moody who sent them the letter only gave them one piece of advice.

Hurry up and learn a skill that can make a living in the Muggle world, so you won't starve for the rest of your life.

Lynn's heart sank to the bottom after reading the letter.

After learning about the situation in the city, Lynn became even more suspicious of the identity of the old master that Kira had mentioned.

This place imprisoned Grindelwald's former followers, most of whom were from pure-blood families.

So is it possible that he has "relatives" among the prisoners in this city?

The item that Kira asked him to take was in the hands of this "relative".

But if that's the case, then why did the magic disappear after it tricked itself into coming in?

Is it possible to abandon even the identity of a wizard for the sake of the reputation of a pure-blood family?

Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

Lynn couldn't figure out the reason, but he absolutely couldn't accept the consequence of losing his magic forever and becoming an ordinary person in the future.

His only hope now is that the system won't give him an impossible task.

In other words, there must be some way to bring his magic back!

The only clue now is the criminals imprisoned in this city.

He turned to look at Professor Fox, who was also deep in thought.

"Professor, I remember you telling me that your parents were also followers of Grindelwald, that is, saints."

Professor Fox shook his head and said.

"I know what you're thinking, Lynn, but as I've said before, I've had virtually no contact with them since they officially joined Grindelwald's followers. The surname Fox isn't uncommon, and the saints in this city couldn't possibly know me."

Even after hearing Professor Fox's explanation, Lynn still felt that this was a relationship that could be exploited.

"That cripple who tested us today was probably sent by that group. They've clearly found us through some means and will likely contact us again soon. We don't have any conflicts between us. Professor, you can explain your relationship with them later. Once you've made things clear, I think they'll share intelligence with us."

After hearing Lynn's explanation, Fox thought it might be feasible.

There was indeed no conflict between them and that group of saints.

The only connection that comes to mind is that he was once a professor at Hogwarts, which means he worked under Dumbledore.

But he only served as a professor for less than a year, and this place is isolated from the magical world, so there's no way anyone would know him.

It's already very late, so even if I have any plans, I can only wait until tomorrow.

Today's experience was really not good, which made Lynn fall asleep very late.

the next day.

Smith and his group had lived here for over forty years and were true local bullies.

They found the hotel where Lynn and his group were staying with almost no effort.

Simon was also carrying a long cloth bag in his hand, which looked quite heavy.

"Why did you bring your hunting rifle? We're not here to kill anyone!" Leon shouted in a low voice, his eyes wide.

Simon grinned, revealing two rows of large, yellow teeth.

"Don't worry, this gun of mine is broken and unusable. I brought it here to scare them, so they won't misbehave later."

Smith and Lemon were speechless for a moment; they had already given up hope on this simpleton's intelligence.

"Have you taken care of things with the police station?" Smith asked Leon.

With Rozier never leaving the church and Simon being a simpleton, there were things that could only be decided by the two of them discussing them.

"Everything has been made clear. Their boss is Hoffman's brother-in-law. I told them that Simon's farm had been robbed, and we wanted to catch the thieves ourselves. If anything goes wrong, as long as no one dies, he will cover for us."

Smith nodded. Although Leon usually seemed a bit timid, he was the most reliable person when it mattered.

After all, this now inconspicuous, withered old man used to be their saints' top henchman.

"Alright, let's go up now. Simon, be careful not to let anyone see your gun, or it'll cause trouble."

After giving him a special instruction, he led his men up to the second floor of the hotel.

The knocking on the door startled Lynn awake.

Professor Fox was still snoring. He rubbed his still sore eyes, got out of bed, and went to open the door.

Fortunately, Lynn wasn't still half asleep and was alert. She peered through the peephole to see who it was.

Of the three old men outside, he only recognized one: the cripple he had met at the fast food restaurant yesterday.

Then he noticed a long strip of cloth tucked in the hand of one of the three fat men with a thick beard.

A small section of round iron pipe protruded from the cloth bag.

Suddenly, Lynn jolted awake! All sleepiness vanished instantly!

It's a gun!

Thank you for the 100 coins reward, "Want to try my hammer?"

(End of this chapter)