From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

“Yes,” the man said, spilling the beans, “That day, Professor William was a little drunk. After being woken up, he cast a spell on Dumbledore and ended up tearing down a large part of the bar. Dumbledore had to help fix it.”

“I see,” Fudge’s smile remained unchanged, and his tone remained perfectly normal. “Alright, go and enjoy your peaceful time off work. Isn’t that what we strive to create peace for?”

"Yes, Minister."

The man went back somewhat agitated.

Upstairs, William, who was fast asleep, was woken up—the bar was full of drunks, and his door was soundproofed, so he wouldn't surprise visitors unless someone was planning something to do across the hall.

He opened the door with a hint of wariness, and only after glancing around to make sure no one was lying in ambush at the door did he respond, "What is it, Old Tom?"

“The minister is here,” old Tom said, looking at William. “Harry Potter ran away from home and came to my side. The minister wants to have a word with you.”

"Run away from home?"

William was a little confused and didn't quite hear clearly—running away from home and asking the Minister of Magic to come and handle it?

Is this because Dumbledore was pressured by Professor McGonagall to do work, forcing him to run away from Hogwarts?

Seeing that William didn't react, old Tom had to repeat what he had said before, which finally surprised William.

"No, how did he run away from home? Isn't anyone taking care of him?"

"It's said that he blew up his aunt into a balloon and then escaped—okay, let's not dwell on that. The minister is still downstairs, he doesn't have much time, William, you'd better hurry."

"Good good."

William gave a half-hearted, half-perfunctory answer, then cast a spell on his pajamas, transforming them into something resembling formal attire. "Almost there, can I be seen in public now?"

"That's the Minister of Magic..."

Old Tom shook his head, giving him an expression that seemed to say, "Let's go, let's go."

“Not bad. When I was in Azkaban, this minister was wearing prison clothes. This is much more formal.”

William chuckled softly, following closely behind old Tom.

-

"Professor William, I'm sorry to have woken you up so late."

When William met the Minister of Magic, the minister looked genuinely apologetic.

It wasn't that he was grumpy when he woke up, but William could tell from the minister's expression that the minister had definitely not paid any attention to him.

Anyone who has read even a little bit of information should understand how this minister got into Azkaban…

But since he was the Minister of Magic, William had to give him some face. This wasn't a country he was stealing; they couldn't learn advanced experiences here for the time being.

"It's alright. I should have been there if the students needed help, but it's the holidays, so our communication is slower."

“Well, thank you for your hard work, Professor William,” Fudge said sincerely. “Speaking of holidays, the Ministry of Magic is always busy—and now with Sirius Black in the picture, everyone is really overwhelmed.”

Sirius?

William paused for a moment—he knew that name all too well.

The most terrifying prisoner in Azkaban, the Dark Lord's top henchman, the man imprisoned in the deepest part of the prison—he is recognized as the most terrifying prisoner in Azkaban.

"What's up with him?"

"You still don't know, Professor?"

Fudge looked at him with the same eyes one would use to look at a caveman.

"I'm not sure. I've been busy studying Russian lately, really busy, but nobody at the bar mentioned anything about it..."

William not only had to prepare courses for the new semester, but also had to make plans for his friend Hagrid, who knew nothing, so that he wouldn't harm the students—of course, he couldn't tell Fudge about this.

As for the people in the bar not mentioning Sirius Black—just kidding, Azkaban was no secret after William and Dumbledore tore the bar apart.

Who would bring this up in front of a professor who came from Azkaban?

This professor, in particular, really knows how to demolish houses!

Chapter 253 What else could make me unhappy?

"So, he escaped from Azkaban?"

After listening to the Minister of Magic's account, William wanted to take out his wand and cast a curse on him.

What do you mean Sirius escaped using some unknown method, and now the Ministry of Magic is still trying to capture him?

If you bowed again, it would have been even more impressive!

That's Azkaban!

The island was teeming with disgusting Dementors! Before Sirius, no one had ever escaped from there!

"Yes, we have notified the Muggle Prime Minister and issued a warrant for his arrest in both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds. We believe we will find him soon."

Fudge spoke with great enthusiasm, giving the impression that Sirius had already been captured.

"How did he escape, Minister?"

William tried to calm himself and asked Fudge.

“We haven’t figured it out yet, but we’ve already sent in some investigators. I’m sure he’ll be caught soon.” Fudge smiled without any embarrassment and added, “That’ll be quick, but that’s not what we’re concerned about right now.”

He stared intently into William's eyes. "Black escaped from prison to kill Harry. We must protect Harry well before he carries out his evil plan."

"Kill Harry?"

William temporarily shifted his attention, "Escaped from a place like Azkaban, just to kill Harry?"

It wasn't that William didn't care about the students' lives, but rather that the fact that someone had escaped from Azkaban surprised him greatly.

“Yes,” Fudge nodded. “Before Black escaped, the guards heard him talking in his sleep. He kept saying, ‘He’s at Hogwarts, he’s at Hogwarts.’”

“No need to ask, he must be referring to Harry…” William spread his hands, “But twelve years have passed, and he’s been doing just fine in Azkaban. Why would he suddenly think of Harry?”

While complaining, William quickly began to speculate.

Someone has informed us?

Has Sirius gone mad?

Or perhaps—he received orders from the Dark Lord?

'Impossible—no, it's possible. If the Dark Lord gave the order, and then the Dementors betrayed him, that's how Black managed to escape without anyone noticing…'

Once this line of thinking is established, it's impossible to retract it.

But Fudge's words ruthlessly interrupted William's speculation.

“I brought a newspaper to Hogwarts, and then Black took it from me—he was perfectly lucid at the time, and he said he wanted to do the crossword puzzle in the newspaper, and then he took the newspaper from my hand.”

He looked regretful. "That newspaper just happened to say that Harry Potter is currently studying at Hogwarts."

At this moment, if Fudge were to truly bow, William would not be surprised at all.

"So, Sirius Black came out and targeted Harry," William sighed. "However, Harry, in a fit of pique, ran away from home and ended up here?"

“Yes, that’s right,” Fudge nodded. “However, the Ministry of Magic has already sent three Aurors and a squad of strikers to guard this street. If Black tries to get close, he will be arrested immediately.”

“Okay, I will cooperate fully and remind Harry to be extra careful,” William nodded, thinking that he needed to get to know the security personnel and avoid any conflict with them.

“That’s good, Professor William,” Fudge said with a smile, but he quickly lowered his voice.

"In addition, there is a more subtle request—if you confirm that Blake is nearby, please kill him immediately, regardless of the spell."

"Whichever one?"

William was taken aback. This power was too great; anyone with even a little knowledge of defensive techniques would understand.

"Yes, just like the Aurors, regardless of type." (Note)

Fudge's tone was quite certain, "The relevant paperwork will be delivered by the owl tomorrow, after all, the opponent is Sirius."

The Dark Lord's right-hand man and the number one figure in the Death Eaters, he deserves to be taken seriously. Compared to Harry Potter being killed by Sirius Black, it's nothing for a Hogwarts professor to kill Sirius Black.

"I will not let an innocent student die in front of me. Either I kill him, or he kills me."

William pulled out his wand, feeling the warmth emanating from his old friend. "He won't get away with this."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Fudge and William shook hands, then got up and left.

-

"here it is--"

Harry got out of bed, and memories of last night gradually flooded his mind.

Yes, he fled Aunt Penny's house and came to Diagon Alley!

The sudden surge of joy almost made him cheer; if he hadn't realized he was in a hotel, he would have shouted with delight.

Even so, he still hugged his owl Hedwig tightly and spun her around in circles, despite her reluctant expression.

"We're leaving there, Hedwig!"

"From today onwards, we can eat whatever we want, sleep whenever we want, and no longer have to worry about being disturbed while doing our homework, or having to do our homework with a flashlight."

"And you, you can fly freely in the sky every day! No one will complain about this or that anymore!"

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on Harry's door.

He ran happily to open the door—nothing could make him unhappy at that moment!

"what…"

Harry stammered a greeting, "Good morning, Professor."

"You're awake, Harry."

William stood at the door, greeting everyone with a cheerful smile.

“I need to see your room, Harry,” William said, looking around and considering the differences between Harry’s room and his own.

"Oh, Professor?"

Harry was a little stunned.