From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Since Ephamoni is a relatively new school, many correspondence courses and traditional one-on-one wizard apprenticeship training programs are still available in the community.

When chaos erupts and the Ministry of Magic is temporarily unable to handle it, dark magic, which is easy to learn and has powerful offensive capabilities, naturally becomes the first choice for wizards to protect themselves.

A drop of water is almost impossible to find in a lake, and a dark wizard is almost impossible to find in a country where everyone is exposed to dark magic.

Moreover, Moody was a former Auror from Britain, whose law enforcement was controversial even in the British wizarding world, let alone in the American wizarding world—aside from secretly helping the headmaster prepare a few safe outposts and taking care of a few keen-nosed pursuers, he couldn't help with anything else.

"Unless the Ministry of Magic intervenes or you do, no one can solve this..."

Moody took a big gulp of his drink, then glanced at the furnishings in Dumbledore's office. "How come Fox has been reborn again? I remember it was only recently reborn?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then pretended not to hear and picked up where he left off, “Impossible. The Ministry of Magic has no reason to interfere in the affairs of other magical worlds, and I am even less likely to do so. If the Ministry of Magic can’t do it, then I am even less suitable.”

"If you're not suitable either, Albus, about what's going on over there..."

Moody shook his head halfway through his sentence—some of the lessons the Aurors had learned finally came to mind; they really shouldn't have interfered too much in those matters.

"Dumbledore, what about the phoenix?!"

The portrait on the wall suddenly chimed in—a rare occurrence.

Surprisingly, Dumbledore did not stop it, nor did he criticize the other portraits; in fact, many of them laughed.

Moody was stunned.

Dumbledore looked somewhat helpless. "Fox...it's cursed..."

"Who did this?"

Moody's eyes widened—there were students at Hogwarts who would dare to do something like this?

Are they Gryffindor students? No one has ever kicked down Professor McGonagall's office door before. Who's so bold as to directly challenge Dumbledore's phoenix?

The voice from the other end of the painting picked up the conversation, "It is itself!"

Then came another round of low chuckles.

Dumbledore looked exasperated. "I was examining a ring that actually had a very powerful curse on it, and while I was trying to study the curse using various methods, Fawkes came over and pecked it..."

The ring was simply too tempting. Although he knew he shouldn't wear it, and he was considering how to deal with the Dementors, he couldn't resist taking it out to examine it—who knew that Fox would come over and happily peck at it before he could stop him…

We were initially debating whether to use the Dementors, which the Ministry of Magic had abandoned, to deal with them, but now that's no longer a problem.

If we can find a way to destroy that piece of soul, then the resurrection stone will be usable...

...

The situation was so outrageous that Moody was momentarily speechless—he could only say that it was truly a phoenix born from Gryffindor…

He also understood why the old principals on the wall were laughing so hard.

To be honest, looking at that wrinkled little bird, it almost made itself laugh. It's amazing it managed to be reborn after taking a bite…

Chapter 511 School Starts

"So, the method for making this potion is..."

Lupin easily solved Harry's potion problem and let him think about it himself. Then he turned and left amidst the admiring gazes of Sirius and Harry, stopping only when he reached the kitchen.

"Phew... thank goodness..."

He breathed a sigh of relief—he had finally managed to recall the question under the cover of various rhetoric, without losing face in front of those two guys.

'Seriously, are the summer assignments for fourth-year students at Hogwarts really that hard these days?'

Is Snape deliberately targeting the students again?

He couldn't help but complain—there was no way around it; in Harry's eyes, he was a professor, but in Sirius's eyes, he was Lupin, the former honor student and prefect. The fact that his fourth-year summer homework had stumped him was just… too embarrassing to admit…

'Back when the economy was at its most difficult, I even took on orders to brew potions, how could this be…'

He knew very well that a large part of the reason for this was that he had been away from Potions for too long and didn't have much contact with potions on a regular basis—but facing the eyes of those two guys, he really couldn't come up with such an explanation.

'Why isn't school starting yet!'

Lupin couldn't help but think of this—but he soon found himself worrying about the start of the school year again.

Because of his two rather unreliable colleagues, he had a very important task to complete before the start of the semester: to ambush his two colleagues and then use a revealing potion to test whether they were under control.

'Didn't you ever consider just how outrageous you really were?'

Lupin thought to himself with annoyance—the two of them would check the security of the main office every day, and also check the safety of the food from time to time.

As for the wand, it's always kept close at hand, in the most easily accessible place. If attacked, it won't hesitate to strike—in this situation, it's difficult for one to sneak up on the other, yet these two clueless colleagues both requested to sneak up and inspect…

'We have no choice but to turn to Dumbledore. Do they really expect me to launch a sneak attack on them?'

Lupin grumbled irritably, then went back to his room and began writing a letter.

-

"Dong dong dong."

"Please come in."

William responded while quickly setting up the dummy and hiding it in a blind spot.

The door opened with a click, but to William's surprise, it was not Adams who visited, but Moody.

"Hello, Professor William."

"Hello, Professor Moody, you've returned to campus early?"

William lowered his wand slightly, but still subtly raised it again—that shouldn't be the case, why would Moody return to school early?

As a retired person who was rehired, Moody shouldn't have come to the school so early, and it's quite puzzling that he didn't go to his own office to check first, but instead came to his office instead.

"I've taken care of some things, and I think—"

Moody raised his left hand and shook a small potion bottle.

William nodded, then took out a potion bottle with his left hand as well. They swapped bottles, watching each other test the potions the whole time, before applying the tested potions to themselves.

"No problem."

"No problem."

They breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously, and then William welcomed Moody in fully.

"What happened that made you return to school early, without even going back to your office?"

"What happened? Guess what happened? He went back to school and didn't care about anything, he didn't even know that Dumbledore's phoenix was in trouble, and he stayed at school the whole time?"

After asking each other almost identical questions, the two burst into laughter.

"You go first, Professor Moody."

William shook his head, gesturing for Moody to go first.

“I went to Canada. I always felt that what happened at the end of last semester was not a simple matter. I offered some help to that former principal and tried to find out what exactly happened there—but to no avail.”

“But the problem lies in finding nothing,” Moody squinted his remaining normal eye. “I consider myself to have a certain level of skill. Even if you hide, Professor William, I can still find you by following your scent.”

You overestimate me…

William shook his head slightly, taking it to heart—if Moody couldn't find the problem, then it was definitely not an ordinary issue.

"Do you think it could be... that person?"

"I wasn't sure, but I felt I was about to arouse their suspicion, so I decisively retreated and left."

Moody's magic eye darted around, "That place is even more secluded than your room... At most, your magic eye can't see through some things here, but over there, even I can't see through it..."

"Don't look around, Professor Moody."

William helplessly spread his hands. Is having a magic eye such a big deal?

“Well, there aren’t many things that could really be considered contraband, maybe in the bedroom?” Moody laughed—the inner bedroom was protected by all sorts of random magical spells that his magic eyes couldn’t see through, so he could joke like that.

“Asking is just a teaching tool,” William said, spreading his hands confidently.

“Teaching aids are teaching aids, I don’t care about them anyway.” Moody chuckled hoarsely. “But you, why have you been so oblivious to what’s going on at school since you returned early—this is so unlike you, Professor William.”

"I returned to school early, but the principal dragged me back to work overtime. As for what happened after that—nothing much has happened lately."

"Albus's phoenix has been reborn. Do you have any clues?"

"Fox? I only asked for some tears, how did I get reborn?"

William paused for a moment, then thought of a possible fact—Dumbledore didn't intend to sacrifice a Dementor to the heavens, so he sent his own phoenix up instead.

I've never heard of anything so outrageous...

"So you know about that ring?"

Moody immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Don't ask me, I have no comment anyway," William shook his head decisively—Dumbledore could say whatever he wanted, but he dared not bring up anything related to Horcruxes without authorization.

"More mysterious than Albus... Your voice sounds off, is there something in it?"

"You've been found out... the leaves of the mandrake."

William smiled.

"Planning to learn Animagus on your own? That's a good idea... ...illegal?"

"Let's try the illegal method first... The situation isn't good right now... If we need it later, we'll see if the principal can help us get a pre-prepared registration form..."

William sighed. "That's all we can do."

“Don’t force it,” Moody nodded. “We still have Dumbledore.”

"Yes, we still have Dumbledore."

William agreed—though he was a little unsure of himself at the moment.

The invincible Dumbledore nearly fell into the trap of the Horcruxes. The system he was using as a trump card was a Horcrux that was adept at weaving lies and legitimizing—it was precisely because of these successive events that he was forced to illegally train in Animagus in order to improve his power…

-

"The homework is finally finished..."

Harry slumped onto the table and sighed.

Under the guidance of Sirius and Lupin, he eventually completed his summer assignments relatively independently, although the quality of his assignments on the history of magic and divination was appalling, but he still managed to finish them.