From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Who can guarantee they won't mess things up? Look at that Minister Fudge, he wrongly locked up an innocent man as a murderer, and then let that murderer escape. It was Lupin who helped him make up for his mistake—why is everyone praising that minister, while you are being criticized?"

In the dim light, the snake stared at Bertha, its yellow pupils seeming to draw one's attention in.

"Your mistake was much smaller than his, but everyone only blames you for causing trouble, while saying that Minister Fouché was good at choosing people... Why?"

The hissing sound seemed to contain honey, making those whose pain was stirred up unwilling to leave.

"why?"

"Because they know they have stolen what is rightfully yours, and they will try every means to oppress you and make you feel like you are nothing special... If you were as high and mighty as Fudge, they would praise your enthusiasm and kindness as they praised Fudge, instead of criticizing you for the slightest mistake, as they are doing now."

"Who...who are they?"

“They, they are a bunch of guys who stole our position, a bunch of guys who should be trembling in fear watching us from below, a bunch of… hyenas.”

"No, that's not it, that's not it!"

"Really not?"

"Think about it, in a remote corner, they laugh at you, and when they make mistakes, they blame you. When you've accumulated enough criticism, they might even kick you aside, claiming you're not suited for this job, and then openly promote themselves."

"Look, they don't even want to take you on their trips, they deliberately lose you and then claim you accidentally got lost..."

The snake's eyes grew brighter and brighter; it had smelled food.

"You've been deceived by them! They shamelessly stole your position, slandered your origins, defamed your abilities, and despised your magic!"

"They are filthy, they are good at deception, they will do anything!"

"They are..."

"Yes, it is those filthy Muggle-born wizards who defile everything about us, deny our nobility, they are thieves, burglars, liars, scum who should be cleansed, the root of all conflict."

"Think about it, if they leave there, leave your workplace, will you still be laughed at?"

"But those purebloods..."

“They were deceived, they were blinded. Those guys used sweet talk to divide our family. Our pure-blood family should be one, not let some mudblood become minister and use all sorts of laws or other nonsense to divide us, disintegrate us, and then stand on our heads to humiliate us!”

"This isn't right..."

"What's wrong with that? We are born noble! Why should a Mudblood Minister of Magic be chosen to restrict us!"

"This isn't right...this isn't right..."

"Is something really wrong? Or have we been deceived for so long that we can't even accept a little bit of the truth..."

"... "

"…Who are you?"

Bertha took two steps back. She thought she knew the answer, but she didn't want to believe it.

“You should know—those cowards don’t even dare to mention my name… They’re afraid of me because I exposed their scheme.”

"You are...the mysterious person..."

Bertha felt her upper and lower teeth clattering together; she felt short of breath and could barely stand.

'Didn't he die more than ten years ago? Why? Why?'

“Even my death was a hoax… They didn’t even dare to confirm for themselves whether they had killed me, but instead set a despicable trap to frame me and then claimed that I was dead.”

"Are you still hesitating? Even if you leave, or even tell the Ministry of Magic everything, what good will it do?"

“You will be promoted? No, no, no… To cover up their lies, they will lock you up in Azkaban, just like they did with my loyal comrades.”

"Hide it and say nothing?"

"So, are you willing to accept that fact? That terrible, ever-repeating fact—that they continue to deceive, continue to discriminate, continue to exclude?"

"..."

"..."

"What should I do..."

"If you don't know what to do, just listen to me... I will guide you, lead you out, and let us return to glory, not to this deception..."

“Then… relax, Bertha, we’ll get there soon.”

Bertha looked at the snake with awe. It slowly lowered its body, and then an incredibly powerful force gently enveloped her.

The hair that should have been on the back of her head began to turn yellow and fall out, and then, a face as white as chalk slowly emerged.

-

"Ah... thank goodness for magic..."

William took off his boots; if he hadn't secretly used magic to give himself a boost, his feet probably would have...

He even felt that he was now a better dancer than his dance partner.

"That was terrifying... Thank goodness we're finally getting off the ship."

The ship is almost at Mombasa, where he will disembark and then travel to Uganda incognito.

"It's just that the timing wasn't good this year..."

After chatting for several days, he finally gained a clear understanding of certain current events in Muggle society.

It was a truly shocking event that profoundly impacted his trip—in the southernmost part of Africa, a man was elected while Hogwarts was still busy preparing for the OWLs exams, leading to a mass migration of the local white population…

Although, according to the laws of secrecy, changes in Muggle society are unlikely to significantly impact the wizarding world, no wizard who graduates normally would find that realistic…

The Waggadu Magical Academy in Uganda admits wizards from all over the African continent. With the changes in South Africa, the magical world there has been at least among the top three most affected areas.

This means that his original plan had to be changed.

Unless he is willing to keep drinking unpleasant compound decoctions to change his skin color, he will definitely face exclusion and backlash.

It's easy to imagine what would happen, even if Uganda is a Commonwealth country—they can attack your colonists, so what?

However, challenges also present opportunities.

The more chaotic and celebratory things are, the easier it is to get some things.

The saying "Gold is valued in times of chaos, antiques in times of prosperity" has been passed down for a reason—even in times of chaos and celebration, people still need to fill their stomachs, and some precious items may be exchanged for various kinds of currency during local expulsions or other movements.

Unrecognized potions, magical artifacts treated as relics, spellbooks treated as old books, and even a complete set of materials he obtained in the Far East are all possible encounters—it just requires enough luck and time.

However, both are scarce for William, and it would be too much of a waste for him to spend all day in secondhand stores looking at the goods that others had acquired.

As for opening a second-hand store and waiting for others to sell their products, that's even more of a pipe dream. It's much more practical to browse second-hand stores.

"Speaking of which... Mr. Lennon is in the secondhand business..."

It is well known that people who do secondhand business don't mind buying some secondhand items—as long as they can keep the price low.

Compared to ordinary vendors, his warehouse for receiving goods is clearly more comprehensive and high-end.

"Besides, it's a pretty good cover-up... It's really too difficult to settle down in an unfamiliar community these days..."

"It's just that the security is a bit worse than anonymity... so it's best to leave after working there for a while... Hmm, that's feasible."

It would take a month to figure out the local customs and traditions, and then hide yourself under a different identity, which would actually make it easier to stay hidden later.

'Let's do it!'

Chapter 370 Their Holiday

"Shouldn't we go out for a walk?"

Inside the house on Privet Drive, Harry asked Sirius with concern.

They hadn't left the house for almost five days, and he was a little worried about his godfather's health.

"Want to go for a walk?"

Sirius put down the controller, thought for a moment, and said, "Dobby, don't bother preparing our lunch today. We're planning to eat at a restaurant outside!"

“Yes, Mr. Blake.”

After a slight explosion, Dobby appeared in the living room and answered.

"Where should we eat today? Or shall we go to the children's playground—I think that's the name?"

Sirius turned to Harry, "You know, Dumbledore told me that I can't take you too far away from here or for too long before you're an adult. Actually, I really want to take you to see the world..."

"That's good enough."

“It’s always just a little bit short… To be honest, I should have shown you my office, but Dumbledore wouldn’t allow it…”

Sirius scratched his head, then called upstairs, "Moonface, stop with your research, we're going out for dinner!"

"Wait a minute—there's one more question. I'll finish this one first!"

Lupin's voice came from upstairs at a leisurely pace. About five minutes later, he came downstairs dressed, his eyes still showing some fatigue. "Good morning, Bigfoot, Harry."

“You have completely fallen, Lupin.”

Sirius said in a regretful voice.

"Summer vacation has already begun, and you're still engrossed in test papers, even planning to make some more during the break..."

“We get summer vacation, but you don’t, Bigfoot.”

Lupin handled it with ease, completely ignoring Sirius's accusations about the exam paper.

“Summer vacations are basically only for students and professors,” Lupin replied, asking Harry if his hat fit. “Detectives like you don’t get summer vacations. You just drop your work and come back to rest.”

"That's still better than a professor who's thinking about giving students extra homework during the holidays."

Sirius retorted dismissively—his firm consisted of only him, so he felt no guilt whatsoever about slacking off.

……

Harry watched from the side, speechless. He had been a little scared when Lupin came over—not everyone could accept their professor coming to live in the same house as them.

But now he realized that the two of them were practically... well, he didn't know how to describe it, but when they argued, it didn't feel like an argument at all.

"Let's go, let's go eat!"

Sirius Black led the way, opening the door and walking out. The glaring sunlight forced him to squint and lower his head briefly.

"Where to today? I remember yesterday when Dobby was receiving his mail, he found a flyer for a newly opened French restaurant—Muggles all say that French food is the only thing worth mentioning about France."