From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Do you think Professor McGonagall would turn us into animals and lock us up?"

"How is that possible? There's never been such a precedent at Hogwarts!" George looked at his brother in surprise, not doubting at all whether Professor McGonagall had such an ability.

"But Hogwarts has never had anyone like us before!"

"..."

"..."

The two fell silent, simultaneously recalling the test paper they had deliberately answered incorrectly—Professor William shouldn't be good at Transfiguration, right?

“I’m back. The potion, prepared in the correct proportions, should have a good restorative effect,” Madam Pomfrey nodded to the two of them. “Drink it, then observe them over there for an hour before you can leave.”

"An hour?"

"Of course, the more complex the potion, the greater the potential for an accident. You need to understand that." She said to the two of them bluntly—although they were very polite, she couldn't be fooled by the two kids when it came to professional knowledge. That potion could absolutely not be related to the exam. Privately concocting an uncertain potion was a serious mistake.

"Call me immediately if you experience any discomfort. I need to research new treatment options. Thanks to Professor Lupin, we've finally made some progress."

After giving her final instructions, Mrs. Pomfrey got up and went to her office inside, leaving the twins to observe each other.

“It seems the school is planning to treat Scabbers properly—” Fred shook his head. “By the way, should we go visit him? After all, he’s lived with us for so long.”

“We need more Galleons. We don’t have enough funds, and it feels really strange… the pet has turned into a human… Besides, you know the Ministry of Magic seems to be hesitant. Didn’t the newspapers say that there’s a lot of discussion about whether he should be sent to Azkaban to serve his sentence as an illegal Animagus?”

"Yeah, and besides, he's still as silly as a mouse—Ron said he tried to visit him, and Scabbers… oh no, Peter Pettigrew just kept trying to climb all over him. Ron seems to be a little afraid of mice now…"

"Shh... keep your voice down, Fred. What if it recognizes your voice and tries to climb on you? I remember Percy, that big-headed guy, introduced it to you before."

"I feel a little itchy..." Fred complained after a moment's hesitation, "Could it be a problem with the medicine?"

"It shouldn't be... Do you remember when Percy was little he kissed his pet? Should we tell his girlfriend?"

"Percy will challenge you to a duel...he really will!"

Fred gave his brother a serious warning, but soon couldn't help but laugh.

-

By the time they were allowed to return to the lounge, they were both thoroughly disgusted with each other.

"If you mention rats again, I'll kill you, my brother."

“Me too, George.”

The two felt so uncomfortable that their whole bodies were itchy, and they even felt worse than the potion accident.

Having finally overcome their fear, they climbed over the portrait of the fat lady one after the other and then slipped into the lounge.

But to their surprise, upon entering the lounge, they were met with a barrage of cold stares—their friends, brothers and sisters, teammates, and even strangers all gave them murderous looks for the first time ever.

'What happened? I lost so many points in first grade and still failed...'

The two looked at the entire group of people in the lounge with confusion. "Li, what happened?"

Lee Jordan didn't respond to them, but pointed to the bulletin board in the distance. The two of them rushed to the front almost impatiently.

【announcement:

Following reports of suspected Sirius Black, a wanted criminal, being spotted around Hogwarts, the school has decided to temporarily implement a new Hogwarts weekend management plan.

The school will plan an area to set up a temporary Hogwarts market, which will be open on weekends and open to all students.

sign:

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Vice Principal: Minerva McGonagall.

"Hogsmoger Market? Isn't that great?"

The two looked around in confusion—although they couldn't leave the school, the market was a completely new and interesting experience!

But they soon saw what was behind them.

【announcement:

Sirius's escape led to the school being surrounded by a large number of Dementors, severely impacting the students' learning environment...

The two quickly ignored the preceding nonsense and went straight to the last sentence.

"Therefore, starting this week, Saturdays will be temporarily designated as make-up classes, and the new timetable will be distributed to everyone soon."

The signatures below were still those of the principal and Vice Principal Professor McGonagall—this clearly couldn't explain the problem they were facing, so the two had to reread the nonsense above.

"Professor William's speculation about the impact of Dementors on student learning was shared by most professors—and the grades students received on assignments during the same period further confirmed this…"

!!!

The two stood frozen in place, as if the adjectives and sentences had been cast by magic, appearing one by one from the announcement.

"Severe decline in grades", "Deterioration in the quality of weekend homework", ...

"Are you kidding me?"

The two looked at each other and swallowed hard.

However, the signatures of the two principals below cannot be faked.

“I’ve inquired, and the other three houses’ lounges also have this,” Lee Jordan said weakly. “It will probably be available starting this week, until Sirius is caught.”

"What does this have to do with Sirius?"

Fred realized he'd made a fool of himself as soon as he said it, but Ginny still offered a disdainful explanation.

“If Sirius can’t be caught, the Dementors won’t be removed for safety reasons.” Ginny looked at her two brothers, wishing she could take out her wand and try out the magic she had learned today.

Although their names were never mentioned in the report, who in the entire Gryffindor common room didn't know that the twins claimed last weekend that they had found a way to deal with the professor's test papers?

"Is this your method? Making the entire school take the blame for you?"

This isn't just one person's opinion, but the opinion of the vast majority of people—if the exam scores hadn't dropped significantly as mentioned in the announcement, why would the professor have chosen to hold extra classes on the weekend?

-

"Alright, Ron, don't be so angry," Harry said in the dormitory, trying to calm Ron down—Ron had almost pulled out his wand to duel his brother.

Compared to Ron, he wasn't actually that angry; in fact, he was even a little secretly pleased.

Although he has to make up for classes on Saturdays, he can go even without getting a signature if Hogsmogg village moves to the school to hold a market.

He was even happier than Hermione—Hermione's expression wasn't as happy after confirming the two announcements; instead, she seemed hesitant, which improved Ron's mood considerably.

"It's all Fred and George's fault!"

Ron said firmly, "As long as the school requires extra classes, I will never forgive them!"

"They need extra lessons too, Ron. Who would have thought of extra lessons?"

Harry tried to persuade him with all his might, but to no avail.

Ron lay down on the bed and started sulking.

Harry scratched his head helplessly and gave up—Ron had been incredibly unlucky lately, and he didn't even dare to think about what it would be like if he were Ron.

"First, Banban turned into a human..."

Harry tried hard not to discriminate against freckled people, but he still couldn't accept that horrible sight—Peter Pettigrew heading towards…

"Then, to get rid of the psychological trauma, I looked for a cat..."

The next day, the cat that had eaten the cat food smugly placed three dead mice under Ron's pillow...

"The long-awaited Hogwarts trip turned into a make-up class..."

The person who caused the accident was his own brother…

Harry sighed, but could only secretly rejoice—the fair was great too!

-

Tutoring? Market?

Inside the damp cave, a black dog stared at a newspaper on the ground in a strange posture.

Finding a place to stay in Hogsmog was no easy feat—they were already too familiar with the land, and according to the newspapers, he had no idea what information Lupin would provide.

"Still no news of that guy... Where is it hiding?"

He tried to calm himself down and think about the problem, but he couldn't.

"You pretentious rat! Lupin, have you lost your mind? Such an obvious scam, didn't anyone realize it?"

"Ah, Dumbledore..."

"Whether in the past or present, he's always been so good at deception..."

"Hogwarts is actually protecting that scoundrel!"

"I'm going to tear it apart!"

The fire burning in his chest grew increasingly intense, forcing him to deactivate his transformation in order to control himself and prevent himself from rushing out to tear that guy apart.

"No one can be trusted, no one..."

"Lupin has already informed them of my Animagus... Hagrid is trying to capture me..."

"I have to take a gamble... Is it the school hospital?"

"No... I can't get in... I can't get in under Dumbledore's protection..."

He started questioning and denying himself again.

-

"captivity?"

"The Animagus imprisonment... How much did that brainless Lupin actually say?"

"Did that bastard Black's Animagus say anything? Why isn't it reported in the newspapers? Did that idiot soften his heart again? If the Dementors knew, they could catch Sirius right away!"

"That damn brainless Lupin, why is it always him? He's the one living in the sunlight, he's the one who can cast spells freely, and in the end, all the glory I've worked so hard for still goes to him!"

"Why is it that even whether I wake up or not I have to consider other people's opinions, while that bastard Lupin can enjoy everything without a care in the world? He's worse than those guys!"

"He's lying here being controlled, yet he's become a professor!"

"Snape doesn't wash... Lupin, that guy, is definitely licking his boots..."