From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Go tell Ms. Bertha that I couldn't be more satisfied. I will now observe her schedule, intercept her letters, and figure out the general outline before proceeding with the next step!"

-

"It's all over, Bertha, how could you..."

In the principal's office, Bertha looked at the documents in front of her, on the verge of tears.

She made another mistake—when selecting a suitable candidate, she accidentally sent a woman's information to that little Buddy.

"How could you do this, Bertha? He may be a little scary, but you shouldn't have done this!"

She began to consider whether she should tell Little Barty and then go over to apologize.

They should be forgiven, right?

Bertha was somewhat uncertain, after all, not everyone is the Dark Lord.

Can…

Just as she was filled with worry, a purger cautiously knocked on the office door—after being so thoroughly thrashed upon arrival, he decided to show this seemingly confused man more respect in the future.

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Barty said he couldn't be more satisfied."

The purger said cautiously, "He's currently under observation, but it won't be long before he becomes active in the magical world as Susan."

"Ah, as long as he likes it..."

Bertha tried hard not to show her surprise—the Dark Lord had insulted her before…

'As expected, I knew it. It was this Lady Bertha who did it on purpose. She's the Dark Lord's most favored subordinate; how could she possibly be just a coward?'

The purger was inwardly grumbling, but his expression betrayed nothing.

He now understood just how terrifying the elite of the Death Eaters were—Barty, who loved to laugh but killed without blinking an eye; Bellatrix, who seemed crazy but was normal when killing; Umbridge, who silently climbed to the top ranks of the Ministry of Magic; and Bertha, who liked to feign fear and torment people.

Looking back now, wasn't being fooled by her appearance and running around like that a kind of warning?

After several attempts, everyone suddenly...

He couldn't help but gasp, but forced himself to stop, and only resumed normal breathing after leaving the office.

'Death Eaters are truly terrifying…'

-

"What's that next door?"

Late at night, a strange noise suddenly broke out in a magical neighborhood, startling the people—the situation was difficult, and the wizards began to band together and watch over each other.

"Let's check over there. Aunt Susan's over there; she lives alone, I hope nothing happens to her..."

The wizards, who had already gone to bed, got up, picked up their wands, and headed in that direction in groups—the Purifiers were causing trouble everywhere, and they dared not move without a large number of people.

However, before they could get close, Susan's distinctive cursing rang out as she brandished a wand and an axe—the latter looking as light as a wand.

"Depend on!"

She made a crude gesture, then turned around and said, "Thank you for your concern, those troublemakers have been driven away!"

Sure enough—it was those damn bugs again.

People cheered, cursed a few times, and then gradually dispersed—it was no big deal, those bastards…

Thankfully, we made it through today safely...

Chapter 549 For the Greater Good

When William appeared at the door of the seventh-grade classroom, almost all the students looked scared—what the hell? We're in seventh grade, do we still need monthly exams?

The happy twins immediately stopped smiling.

They do respect professors, that's true, but that doesn't mean they enjoy exams...

The two of them, in particular, have been feeling rather guilty lately, and whenever they see the professor, they always seem a little awkward and want to cower behind him...

"Professor Moody has something to do today, so I'll teach this class."

William chuckled as he looked at his former students and placed the paper bag on the table—everyone's eyes followed the bag as if it contained a Boggart that might jump out and scare them.

Of course, the real Bogut wasn't as scary as that paper bag.

“Alright,” William waved his left hand, “stop staring at my bag, there are no exam papers in there—Professor Moody had something come up, and I didn’t prepare any.”

This sentence instantly relieved the students of their burdens—it's good that there are no exams; Professor William's classes are quite interesting if there are no exams.

“To be honest, this lesson was so sudden, I didn’t expect it either,” William spread his hands and smiled at the students below, “How about this—what would you like to learn?”

"Damn it!"

"curse!"

"Witness the power of dark magic!"

"... "

"This arguing is ridiculous—they're almost graduating students, why are they still so childish?"

He wagged his finger, shook his head, and casually picked out a student, "Tell me, what do you want me to write down?"

"Professor, could you talk about the saints?"

"saint?"

William glanced at it—and sure enough, it was a Ravenclaw student.

“The Saints, or rather the Sorcerers,” William paused, “if we have to say, the course on self-defense really can’t go around this organization.”

"Let me put it simply—they are subordinates of the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald, and their motto is, 'For the greater good…'"

"... "

"And so, with Grindelwald imprisoned, his followers, the Basilisks, were either arrested, killed, or scattered, and the Basilisks, or rather the Saints, were dissolved."

"Anyway, this is roughly the information I have. Students with more insights are welcome to share them, and those who are more interested can gather more information about the local area."

William briefly recounted what he knew, then looked at the student curiously, "Why did you come up with these questions, Miss Casey?"

"It's because of Azkaban—I've been there and I've been very curious. The Death Eaters were put on trial, so what happened to Grindelwald's supporters back then? Thank you, Professor."

'Those I didn't mention might have infiltrated the local Ministry of Magic like Umbridge, or they might be hiding among the common people like Lucius… but these kinds of things aren't appropriate to say in the classroom.'

William nodded slightly, then stopped dwelling on it.

"You're welcome. That's a very good question. Do any other students have any questions?"

-

"What a peaceful life, what kind neighbors..."

Susan watched the wizards depart and sighed – over the years, although she hadn't been particularly close to her neighbors, they still helped each other out when trouble arose.

Especially during this special period, everyone is helping each other to deal with those purgers…

"But such a peaceful life..."

She sighed—after all these years, why don't those people still intend to let her go?

It's disgusting enough that the British Ministry of Magic caught a Death Eater after more than a decade, but these guys haven't even let her go after almost fifty years...

Otherwise, how could a young man with a magic wand come to her, a widowed old witch with no one to take care of her, intending to harm her?

Fortunately, she hadn't let her guard down much, and the other party had become slightly careless and attacked a fake target; otherwise, this would have been really difficult to deal with.

She shook her head, went back into her house, and waved her wand, lifting a nearly new invisibility cloak—underneath which lay a young man, probably in his thirties (at least to her), lying unconscious.

"He started with the Crucifixion Curse—you bastard, Durmstrang guy?"

She scrutinized the person for a while, but still couldn't figure out where they came from or what they planned to do to her.

"Luckily I had a fake body, otherwise this guy would have succeeded."

She shook her head, cast another spell to reassure him, and then began to shake her wand, prying the other person's belongings one by one.

A deflated purse… a useless pamphlet… a few pieces of chocolate… a small pot of Polyjuice Potion, a common disguise for wandering wizards… and then… nothing?

Susan looked at her wand, then at the other person—it was gone just like that?

No way—at least there should be a wanted poster or a reward offer, otherwise she's just a souvenir from a double-edged sword? Who do you think you are?

She was a little angry. It was one thing for Dumbledore to bully them, but what right did this brat, who wasn't even born back then, have?

"So I have to use my own inventory?"

She shook her head and walked toward her bed.

-

"Damn it, this guy!"

Barty was furious but dared not speak out. He even had to continue pretending to be dead, hoping that the other party would reveal even the slightest flaw.

He never imagined he would stumble in such a small place. What great waves hadn't he experienced?

He's fought the Ministry of Magic, kidnapped an Auror, spent time in Azkaban, escaped the Imperius Curse, and even broke out of Azkaban—what ordinary wizard wouldn't boast about for half a day?

Even the Dark Lord himself praised him highly—yet it was precisely this peasant-woman-like witch that caused him, Barty Crouch, to stumble!

He observed her for several days and only made his move after confirming that she was a widowed witch. However, he missed his target with his magic and didn't even have time to change the spell before he was knocked unconscious by the traps in her bedroom and her own magic.

Because of his experience of breaking free from the Imperius Curse, he woke up quickly, almost fully awake by the time the other party returned. He used a little trick to prevent himself from falling into a coma again, but the other party even searched him from a distance with their wand, so he had no way to take back the wand and fight back!

If he had known the other party possessed such strength, he would have brought enough men, devised a meticulous plan, and thoroughly checked for traps—but there are no "ifs." He became careless because the other party was a peasant woman, and he thought calling for help would be embarrassing in front of his master and Bertha, so he became careless…

'Try again…'

Batty continued to feign unconsciousness, hoping for a possible opportunity.

Just as he was gathering his power, the other person walked over with a bottle of potion that looked like clear water, which made Barty even more nervous...

'Hurry, hurry, get the wand to a convenient spot.'

Little Barty was extremely nervous at that moment, but dared not move an inch.

However, to his despair, the other party put down the potion and drew his wand with the same incredible speed as before, "Crucible!"