From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

'So, even their taunting skills have temporarily improved since they've encountered Snape?'

William was a little unsure.

“Yes, how amazing. You’re still the same fool you were twelve years ago, without the slightest improvement,” Professor Snape said softly, but in a way that made sure everyone could hear him. “Lupin… do you need me to prepare some special healing potions?”

Wolfsbane Potion – After learning that Lupin was a werewolf, William knew that Snape was providing him with this potion.

That was a potion that could make werewolves transform and become non-aggressive during the full moon. William had some knowledge of it and could barely concoct it, but he didn't mention it to Lupin—the potion business was most afraid of being forced into something; a potion made by a master craftsman with ease and one that was barely concocted were completely different things.

'It would take me at least five or seven years to barely reach Professor Snape's current level... but he's not stupid; there's no way he wouldn't have improved in that long.'

'Of course, becoming a Potions Master doesn't take that long... three years or less is enough...'

Sirius Black inside remained silent for a long time—putting himself in Sirius's shoes, William thought that if he were inside with his wand, he would probably rush out and attack someone.

“Thanks then,” Sirius’s voice even carried a hint of gritted teeth, “After all, Lupin is the professor of self-defense, and he’s not good at this!”

...

No? Has word of the Hogwarts professors' discord reached the hospital?

William, who was not far away, felt like he had been caught in the crossfire.

But Sirius didn't stop. "I heard that the children of your friends from back then also went to Slytherin. I wonder if Professor Snape needs to flatter those young masters now? Just like before? After all, they are still noble pure-bloods."

“Look, James’s kids are different, he…”

"Boom!!!"

The sound of magic clashing rang out as Lupin's Ironclad Charm blocked Snape's attack in time. Almost without hesitation, Lupin began to retaliate.

"My God! What are you doing?!"

Just as William hesitated whether to stop her, Madam Pomfrey appeared in the corridor next door with a large bunch of fresh herbs—she had used up a lot of potions treating the students, so she went to the greenhouse to get some fresh herbs to brew a new batch.

The herbs fell to the ground, and then countless bandages shot out from Madam Pomfrey's wand, wrapping directly around the two professors.

The bandages in front of Snape snapped instantly, shattering into pieces, while the bandages in front of Lupin lay limply on the ground, out of control.

The two dealt with the attack almost simultaneously, then exchanged a glance and looked at Mrs. Pomfrey, whose face was contorted with rage.

"Feel sorry."

Lupin bowed first, then Snape snorted, offering the same apology.

He glared at Lupin fiercely, then left.

Chapter 312 Animagus on the Agenda

"It's so boring that it can't transform..."

The striker shook his head, threw away the whip he had conjured from the transformation, and looked disappointed.

"How could your meager Transfiguration possibly break through Dumbledore's restrictions? Don't overestimate yourself!"

The people around him laughed and cursed, then kicked the unconscious Peter, took out a potion, tapped it with their wand, opened Peter's mouth, and he collapsed in mid-air.

"It's really a waste to use such a fine potion."

“What waste? This is normal investment. Let’s go, it’s almost dusk, this is not a good place to stay overnight.”

The two chatted and laughed as they closed the cell door, then locked it with magic and left.

The Dementors will take good care of this prisoner; in all these years, only Sirius Black has successfully escaped, and that loophole has been plugged.

'He survived.'

Shortly after the batter left, Peter Pettigrew struggled to his feet, leaned against the wall, and began to breathe heavily.

As his chest rose and fell rhythmically, the marks from the blows began to heal gradually, and eventually even the scars disappeared.

'It's not that bad... I'm still alive.'

He struggled to his feet, and healing his injuries with magic was far less difficult for him than for other wizards—in the twelve years he had disguised himself as a mouse, he had hardly ever held a wand, and the common adult wizard's inability to cast spells without a wand was impossible for him.

'I survived that killer Black…' he sighed. 'And Dumbledore…and the Dementors…none of them killed me…'

'Azkaban…this place is so wonderful…'

'Will Dumbledore stop Black?'

'So close... I almost escaped... But this place isn't bad... if Blake doesn't come.'

Little Pettigrew muttered to himself, but suddenly felt an overwhelming chill around him… the terror of having half his body bitten off by a black dog… the scene of being chased by that damned cat…

He couldn't help but look up at the window—the sliver of the setting sun that had been barely visible was now completely obscured, and his tattered robe occupied all the space within the iron railings.

Three...no, five...or more...

But he no longer cared about that. He couldn't even control his hands and feet; they were as cold as ice, like prosthetics, but nothing like human limbs.

...

...

...

'I'm alive…'

'I'm alive.'

As the cold tide receded, scattered thoughts surfaced, and Peter Pettigrew slowly began to feel his own body.

'Also...so...'

He couldn't help but shiver, and then began to tremble rapidly, unable to utter a single word.

“Peter…hehe, Peter.”

A sharp, frightening sound rang out, and a hideous face suddenly appeared in the window of the opposite cell. Then, clumps of terrifying thorns suddenly sprouted from the open space between the two cells, spreading rapidly toward Peter's cell and binding him tightly before he could react.

The sharp thorns, growing with the thorns, naturally pierced the skin, thirstily drinking in the fresh blood.

"Peter, I've been looking for you for so long, Peter."

The madman across from them was shouting incoherently, a strange smile on his face.

"Peter?"

A human face appeared in another cell, equally distorted and equally terrifying.

Then came the next one, and the next, and even from places he couldn't see, the vengeful cries of "Peter... Peter..." echoed.

"Madmen, these lunatics!"

He struggled desperately, not even caring that the wildly growing thorns were trying to pull out more flesh and blood.

After being covered in wounds, he finally managed to escape through the window.

"Hahaha, Peter, you've come... Peter..."

"Hehehe..."

"... "

Various meaningful and meaningless sounds emanated, making Peter, who was hiding in the corner, tremble with fear.

'Madmen...they're all madmen...'

An endless fear surged up abruptly like a tide, rising from the insteps to the thighs and then to the chest, forcing one to suppress even breathing, yet it showed no sign of stopping.

Neck, mouth, nose...

'I'm alive…'

Yes, I'm still alive…

The dark, bone-chilling water stopped flowing.

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“That snotty-nosed guy… if my great-great-grandfather was the worst headmaster at Hogwarts, then he must be the worst headmaster of the school. He should really go see my great-great-grandfather; I think they would get along very well.”

Sirius sat on the hospital bed, trying to calm his anger—although Snape was so enraged that he resorted to violence, Sirius wasn't faring much better.

Lupin quickly tried to smooth things over. After spending time together, he realized that apart from the torment he had suffered in Azkaban, his good friend's personality was exactly the same as it had been back then; nothing had changed.

William, standing to the side, was too embarrassed to laugh out loud and could only chuckle secretly—Sirius was no different from a Gryffindor student who had just graduated from seventh grade, and perhaps even had a worse temper.

"By the way, Professor William, what brings you here?"

After hurling a few insults, Lu Ping quickly changed the subject.

'The main thing is to see if Snape will come after Harry after he's yelled at him... Scenes of orthodox academic wizards fighting are extremely helpful for teaching reference...'

But this obviously cannot be said outright.

"When I heard from the students that an accident had happened in the classroom, I came over to see if any students were seriously injured."

William said something he himself didn't believe, "Did Dumbledore come here?"

"The headmaster hasn't come yet. He's currently communicating with the Ministry of Magic, but he'll have an owl bring over a bunch of sweets."

As Lupin spoke, he casually handed over the basket. "Have some, Professor William. It's a bestseller from Diagon Alley."

-

"So, Mr. Black no longer intends to seek revenge in Azkaban? That's a good thing—it's not worth sending yourself to jail just to kill an Azkaban prisoner."

William swallowed a mouthful of dried mango and said with a smile.

"If possible, I would still like to kill him... although staying in Azkaban might be more torturous for that guy."

Sirius shook his head, his killing intent still strong.

"Invading Azkaban is no easy task."

"It's not difficult."

"It's easier said than done... Although the Ministry of Magic has always tried to portray Azkaban as terrifying, its defenses are actually quite weak..."

If anyone else had said this, William would have turned and left without a word, but the person in front of him was the only escapee, so he couldn't refute it.

"Azkaban's defenses are mainly in terms of traffic and guarding, plus the fact that they don't have wands."

"But after I transformed, I slipped away while they were bringing me food. The Dementors didn't even react. Then, I swam out of the magically controlled waters near Azkaban..."