From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

In 1760, the Magical Congress of the United States moved to Williamsburg, Virginia, and a few years later, due to the Secrecy Act, it moved to Baltimore.

After the Muggles began their War of Independence, the Magical Congress moved to Washington, D.C., and then in 1982, due to the Bigfoot Rebellion, it moved for the fifth time to Woolworth Building in New York City—but today, the Magical Congress is about to move for the sixth time.

The reason given for the relocation is utterly ridiculous—because his mismanagement led to the building being destroyed by a fire, and may even have seriously violated secrecy laws…

This is truly disappointing for the people of those magical communities; he's destined to finish this job.

"Drag that captured prisoner over here."

He wanted to see which bastard had ruined everything for him. Even though the bastard was dead, he still wanted to know what method this bastard had used to allow him to infiltrate the depths of the Ministry of Magic without any interference from the defense system, and even to go deep inside and set a Fiendfire on his head!

The assistant hurried to handle the situation—although he knew that after tonight, the Speaker of Congress might lose his power, it also meant that he would use his power to the fullest extent tonight…

Ten minutes later, the murderer was brought over.

The chairman first glanced at it with feigned composure, then began to show confusion, followed by anger, bewilderment, and a sense of betrayal, all of which culminated in a single, expressionless sentence.

"He's an Auror, isn't he? I remember him..."

"It should be..."

"What do you mean 'should be'?! Where are the Aurors? Tell them to come here!"

"They are putting out the fire."

"There's nothing left to put out. The fire burning on the building can be extinguished, but the flames burning on our side are not so easy to put out."

The Capitol Building can be exchanged, but how can the Aurors be exchanged?

In these chaotic times, almost all high-ranking officials are equipped with Auror protection—but what if the attacker is an Auror?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly stopped his assistant who was about to leave, and his tone became more amiable, "Forget it, I'll go myself. Extinguishing the Fiery Blaze is not as simple as it looks. They are all risking their lives to save the Magic Kingdom, how can I let them come?"

So, a dozen minutes later, the Aurors met the amiable-looking Speaker of Congress.

"Abandon putting out the fires and prioritize saving lives and preserving yourselves! If one Capitol building is destroyed, we can rebuild another, but if you have problems, then our Capitol will have real problems!"

He traveled around, appealing, issuing announcements, organizing people to clear passages, questioning and checking the number of Aurors and staff, demolishing surrounding buildings to stop the Fiendfire from burning, and even arranging for people to cast large-scale Muggle extermination spells to prevent serious violations of the Secret Service Act.

After more than four hours of effort, the restrained Fiendfire finally burned the entire building to the ground, but was unable to advance further due to the vigilant protection of the Aurors.

The mobilized members of the Magic Congress were finally able to provide logistical support, albeit imperfectly. Although they hadn't managed to get emergency tents or special document storage, they were still able to provide enough food for those who had been working through the night.

"ladies and gentlemen,"

The Congressional Speaker, his face ashen, stood before the ruins. “I know this is somewhat rudimentary, hastily arranged, and exhausting, but I still want to take this opportunity to say something.”

"In this accident, according to incomplete statistics, seventeen employees died and nine are missing. This is the most severe loss we have suffered since the construction of the Capitol."

...

"Yes, our Capitol has been burned to the ground, our staff have been terrified, and a great deal of documents have been lost. We will be unable to function normally for the next month, and our offices will continue to be affected in various ways for the next year or even longer."

“But we are not afraid…we will not compromise. This is a conspiracy by those purgers; they don't want to see us unite. They tried to burn down the Capitol to hurt us. But they are wrong…”

"We will not be defeated by this or that difficulty; our only fear is fear itself..."

……

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"yawn."

The twins were secretly yawning in class when Professor Moody caught them and made him demonstrate a spell.

After successfully completing the spell, the two were released by the professor and returned to their previous positions. They watched as Moody stared at another student with his magic eye, and then they cautiously began to communicate with each other through their eyes.

Their sleep was quite irregular during this period because the professor was always smiling at them.

With no other option, they had to give up going to the House of Requirement during their normal schedules and instead sneak over at night, sleep inside, and then work all day the next day before sneaking out again, or simply work through the night.

There was nothing they could do. After shifting the blame to Pipi, they were let off so easily. The two, who had something to hide, simply couldn't believe that the professor would let them off so easily.

But the professor just wouldn't do anything, and the two of them couldn't very well ask to be put in solitary confinement on their own initiative, could they?

"Do you think the professor knows we're avoiding him?"

"You might as well ask me if the professor knows that we'll deliberately avoid him after he did that..."

Fred replied to his brother, his eyes filled with confusion—they didn't believe their clumsy performance that day had fooled the professor, but the current situation was truly...

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"Be careful of that guy!"

In the temporary Auror office, the chief of staff pondered for a long time before deciding that the Speaker of Congress couldn't possibly let the matter pass so easily.

If that guy had gotten angry on the spot, it would have been easier to handle, but now, he wasn't so sure what to do.

This whole thing is too strange. Nick used the Auror's cover to get into the Congress, and then unleashed the most vicious Fiendfire, destroying the entire Magic Congress.

This hit the nail on the head.

Due to the tense situation, some high-ranking members of Congress are equipped with personal Aurors. They are fine when they are at work, but the Aurors also follow them when they leave work, which reduces their defense capabilities.

Then, due to the tense situation, fewer Aurors stayed in the office after get off work, as they needed to rush home to protect their families—this was another loss of combat power.

Then there were those who went out to investigate leads, those who sought out new training bases and strengthened defenses, and those who took normal leave—all of which combined to leave virtually no Aurors in Congress.

Besides, normally, when something like Fiendfire starts burning, it doesn't require several Aurors to handle it. If the Congress staff were competent, they could extinguish it. But—with the current staff, they probably couldn't even guarantee that everyone could extinguish a normal flame, let alone Fiendfire.

But that wasn't the worst part. The follow-up investigation report revealed that Nick had infiltrated a Muggle bar in his final days, where he not only drank heavily but also used other drugs.

Combined with his previous drunken ramblings such as "Congress is a bunch of useless idiots, they can't solve anything, we should just burn down that stupid Congress ourselves..." and "Let them be attacked so they'll know the necessity!", even he, the Auror's office director, didn't know if his subordinate had really lost his mind and done this.

But regardless of whether he did it or not, the official narrative is that he was influenced by the Soul-Stealing Curse, which led him to do such a thing.

'But that old guy really doesn't know how…'

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"Improve Auror benefits, raise salaries, enhance education, and—spread rumors."

In his absolutely secure temporary office, the Congressional President instructed his assistant, “While outwardly insisting that Nick is being controlled, you must secretly let the Aurors know that he has been manipulated and is trying to use violence to gain more authority for the Auror Office.”

“But… I must remind you that if we do this, there is no doubt that the Aurors will have internal conflicts.”

Not every Auror is fooled by the Auror Office's rhetoric, especially the speech that day, which deceived many of their supporters—if they knew that what happened that day might have been orchestrated by the Auror Office, then…

"You've seen cabinets, right? Muggles use them, and so do we—glass covers everything. You can only look at them, but you have to go through a salesperson to get them to you, and you also have to pay an unknown amount of Galleons."

“So,” he nodded, “even though it might cut my hand, I’m still going to break the glass. We need an Auror who can be directly commanded, not one that depends on what the Auror office thinks!”

It's time to shatter that damn glass—even if the Speaker of Congress changes, he has to do something for this magical world, even if it means bearing the blame.

"Yes, sir."

The assistant nodded excitedly and left the office quickly and nimbly.

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"Professor, what do you think is the most vicious curse?"

William had just packed up his books when the sixth-grade students couldn't wait to ask questions—after a few unruly classes, they quickly understood why everyone said that the sixth-grade course was the real self-defense course.

"The most vicious curse?"

William thought for a moment, “Hmm… I haven’t seen many evil curses, but I have a general understanding of them. If I had to ask what the most vicious curse is—well, I think it would be instigation.”

"play off?"

"Yes, because it destroys trust that even a curse cannot sever."

William nodded. "Alright, get out of class is over. Today's homework is for each of you to copy down a list of the most troublesome common curses you know, and then try to break them—no unorthodox methods allowed. get out of class dismissed!"

Chapter 535 Success and Success

"It's been so long, and we still haven't gotten anything out of Pipi Ghost's songs..."

William put down his quill and sighed—this was the first time he had encountered such a thorny problem.

He tried to extract that memory and then transcribe the sound, which was successful, but also the only successful step.

After utilizing a sound storage technique similar to that of a roaring letter, he decisively took the song and asked everyone he could in Hogwarts Castle—whether they were alive or not.

He visited the ghosts living in Hogwarts, the paintings on the walls, the knowledgeable professors, and even Dumbledore's office twice—once to ask Dumbledore and once to ask the past headmasters on the wall.

But here's the amazing thing—nobody could understand it. If William hadn't sworn that it was a magical melody, some people would have even thought that William was using some strange noise to make a joke.

Even after he told Dumbledore that the voice came from Peeves, the elf in the school, and that it might be a special secret hidden in Hogwarts, Dumbledore just smiled and said, "Hogwarts has too many secrets. No one can fully explore all the secrets of this castle. Perhaps this is your own adventure, Professor William. Why don't you try to unravel it?"

That's very well said, but unfortunately William still has no clue what to do.

Moreover, about a week before Christmas, the tense situation made it impossible for him to focus on cracking Peeves' song.

The Magical Congress across the ocean had to relocate due to an accidental fire. Although the American magical community did not expose many violations of the secrecy law to the public, a new headquarters location had not yet been chosen.

In order to investigate the arson attack on the Magical Congress, the Magical Congress began to recruit strikers on a large scale and passed various bills to give Aurors more power.

Correspondingly, various channels were also strictly inspected, which severely hindered the channels William had established with the Ministry of Magic's funds to gather information on local magical prices. It even took up to a week for the news to reach the British magical community.

It wasn't just news, but also supplies—the Strikers' inspections slowed down the flow of supplies in the local magical world considerably. Moreover, due to the construction of the new headquarters, the raw materials needed for the new Capitol Building occupied a large portion of the previously secure channels for obtaining supplies from the Muggle world, making prices even more unstable.

This series of actions left William dumbfounded.

He was acutely aware that the wizarding world needed to replenish its resources from Muggle society—because some of his former cellmates had been imprisoned for doing some of the magic department's work for free…

Take Hogwarts for example. How many students does Hogwarts Castle have? How big is the greenhouse? The food there isn't even enough for Hufflepuff to eat, let alone supply the entire castle.

Although British food is hardly delicious, canteens still offer a large amount of food that is anything but ordinary every day—so you have to buy it.

Vegetables, flour, seasonings, meat...

These items are purchased and sent to Hogwarts, where they are then processed in the kitchen—but there aren't many places in the wizarding world where they are grown on a large scale.

Having a group of wizards learn to care for Muggle plants is obviously not as effective as their ability to produce herbs or cultivate magical creatures. Therefore, most food is sourced from the Muggle world and enters wizarding society through various channels.

Gringotts doesn't exchange Muggle currency for display purposes. Although that amount of currency is a drop in the bucket, it can still be used together with the currency obtained by the Ministry of Magic from other sources to purchase Muggle supplies.

This is one of the key reasons why the Ministry of Magic's finances are so poor yet it always seems to have money—because the Ministry itself controls a crucial revenue stream: selling vegetables…

Of course, some wizards live in the Muggle world and don't use Galleons to buy things—that's okay, the Gringotts system, which they use to exchange currency, is also under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

However, this presents a small problem: even though the Minister of Magic frequently speaks with the Muggle Prime Minister, when it comes to issues of food security and the Ministry of Magic's economic revenue, such channels are generally stable and limited, and it is almost impossible to suddenly increase them.

They often disguise themselves as procurement channels for large enterprises or large factories, using various magical means to conceal their true nature—making them easy to fool in normal times, but problems can easily arise once the usage increases significantly.