From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

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"So rich..."

Susan happily accepted the package and then began to count her spoils.

After some interrogation, she discovered that her job was simpler than she had imagined—to impersonate her, but with some flaws…

In short, the goal is to incorporate a little bit of Barty's personality into the process of imitating himself.

This isn't difficult. She just needs to have a sweet tooth and carry a wine jug or something similar with her—wine for keeping warm, of course.

She even cast a spell on the wine jug, the other side of which contained the actual compound potion so that she could revert to her original form if necessary.

As for the wizard named Barty, he is still lying in the basement, controlled by both the Imperius Curse and the potion, serving as a constant source of materials and a confidant of secrets.

"Let's go check on that Batistuta again..."

After checking the supplies, Susan carefully went down to the basement—this Barty had broken free of the Imperius Curse and was someone who needed to be treated with utmost care; Susan felt that it wasn't an exaggeration for her to replenish the spell every day.

In particular, the other side's plan was ruthless and terrifying—to use her identity to rally the nearby residents to resist the purgers, and then prove herself through a series of victories in order to gain more support and become the number one opposition party.

This plan is truly terrifying—but now that she's in charge of executing it, it seems there's nothing that can be changed…

It was rare for the Purgers to be willing to submit their action plans and procedures along with the heads of some disobedient individuals to help 'Little Barty' build her prestige; she simply couldn't refuse their kindness…

Because this is a secret plan, even the Purgers won't know that Susan is one of their own, thus ensuring the legitimacy of the operation...

'Is the next attack scheduled for...a week from now?'

Susan glanced at the time and her plan—there was enough time. She could just take out her recently acquired 'savings' to organize a training session or something…

"There will be several more operations... until my reputation as a Death Eater is raised very, very high. Then I can contact Mr. Grindelwald and use that to negotiate with Dumbledore..."

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"Why did Aunt Susan call us over here?"

In the common area of ​​this magical community, a group of wizards were whispering among themselves.

Everyone looked unwell—due to the chaos of the past few days, many factories had shut down, farms had closed, and shops had been closed indefinitely, causing most wizards to lose their jobs.

But the most critical issue was that after the Christmas attack, the Muggles' investigations became increasingly incisive, leading to a severe shortage of supplies. Some of them even had to dress up in strange clothes to disguise themselves as Muggles and risk exposure to enter Muggle society to earn Muggle money to buy Muggle food.

If the Magic Congress didn't have such extremely low control over the magical world, countless people would be in trouble just for that.

But now—times are tough, who cares?

Even the enforcers have started turning a blind eye to some minor crimes. The Magic Congress's channels are also having problems, and the prisons are running out of food. They certainly won't be kind enough to arrest people and take them back to solve their basic needs.

So, since Aunt Susan said she'd be handing out some bread after the meeting, I might as well go—it's better than risking exposure in the Muggle world to make a living, since the Purifiers love to ambush lone wizards.

However, to everyone's surprise, Aunt Susan, who usually didn't like to interact with people, came over and started handing out a large basket of freshly baked bread without saying much.

Freshly baked bread is something that easily brings people closer together—especially after she distributed it and started eating it herself first.

After everyone had eaten a whole loaf of bread and had some food in their stomachs, Susan finally sat down among the crowd.

"We can't go on like this."

She patted the breadcrumbs off her hands.

"The chaos has gone on for far too long, but they're doing nothing!"

"Yeah yeah!"

Once the conversation started, it was unstoppable—the unrest hadn't subsided after so long, which was extremely disappointing, especially since everyone was starting to go hungry, which doubled the disappointment.

"It's been so long! No jobs, no supplies, no goods. Prices for everything have been driven sky-high. We can't survive!"

"That's right, there are news reports of purges every day, but those guys can't do anything about it. Do they expect us to apply for immigration?"

"Yeah, yeah... If this keeps up, we might end up wandering the Muggle world..."

"Everyone, please be quiet..."

Susan tapped the small table with her hand, making it tremble.

"We can't count on the Magic Congress. Putting aside Galon, we first need to be able to afford clothes and food—I think that's what everyone's thinking, right?"

"Of course—but where will we get the food?"

"Over there in Muggles, they have so much food they're wasting it!"

Susan spoke loudly, unlike other wizards who had been influenced by Grindelwald and were very concerned about Muggle power. "I know that getting food from Muggles sounds dangerous, with the risk of exposure, so I decided to set up an organization that neither Muggles nor the Ministry of Magic would really investigate."

"Food is of paramount importance! Procuring large quantities of food would be..."

"So we need to illegally use the Expansion Charm and then bribe the Muggle prosecutors to say that they are some non-compliant small packaged items."

Susan nodded emphatically. "As long as we pay taxes in Muggle society, enough taxes, and bribe enough Muggles, no one will investigate—neither the Muggles nor the Magical Congress will care."

"But how can we possibly eat so much?"

"We deliver to others—selling at a reasonable price or slightly higher! We supply food as much as possible, and we don't touch any other industries!"

"But what about those black market dealers..."

“We still have our wands, old John.”

Susan pulled out her wand. "Someone has to start so that everyone doesn't go hungry—if no one else will come, we'll do it. I've already secured some money, enough for our initial launch!"

"Only food products?"

"We only make food!"

In the crowd, one hand, two hands, dozens of hands were raised.

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"Have you heard? A food processing plant opened over there!"

"A food processing plant?"

The thug on the street shook his head, laughing at his companion's lack of information. "That's a big company, I heard they're using food sales as a front—you know what I mean?"

"Wow—that explains why I don't see their products on the market. I was wondering how a cannery could be exporting to Canada. Oh, I see. What's their firepower like?"

He gestured, indicating he wanted to do some business with no initial investment.

"Don't even think about it—they look down on us, and there's even... um, get it?"

"hiss…"

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"Lord Dark Lord!"

Bertha hurriedly handed the letter to the Dark Lord—the Dark Lord still cared about Barty the Younger, and she came to report as soon as she received the letter.

"Read it aloud, let me see what good news my loyal Batty has brought me."

Voldemort's face was full of smiles—almost everything had been good news lately, and even the defeats were expected, with the dead being those who weren't very obedient.

"Mr. Barty said he has now begun supplying chicken nuggets and potatoes to wizards in most of the region, gaining a large following and forming a slightly weaker guard than the strikers, and has successfully ambushed wizards who were manipulating food prices on the black market."

Bertha paused, waiting to see Voldemort's comment.

“Well done. We need the power of wizards. Hunger is just to make them dissatisfied. I don’t want the real wizards to be seriously affected.”

"Instruct Barty to find a way to provide more food for the children in order to gain more support."

"No problem, Lord Dark Lord!"

"Also, send a few more idiots to raid the black market and take out those guys who're clashing with Barty... And tell Barty to stay away from other industries; we need more discontent..."

He was in a good mood—Bati was more capable than he had imagined.

“Furthermore,” Bertha quickly added, “Mr. Barty claims he needs more Gallon…”

"Give it to him, give it to him, and while you're at it, help him deal with the Muggle threat..."

The Dark Lord smiled and nodded—everything was getting better.

Chapter 553 Each Person's Efforts

"Fred, haven't you noticed lately that our lessons have become particularly strange?"

Inside the "Always Available" room, the twins, who had already made it their secret base, chatted after finishing their work.

"Yes, that's true to some extent. If you think about it carefully, even fifth graders haven't done a test in a long time—that's not like the professor at all."

Fred put down the candy in his hand and began to think seriously.

The table was now piled high with all sorts of candies, some made with transformation potions and others imbued with transformation techniques. Just one candy was enough to trigger the transformation spell.

This is a new product, and also a graduation gift for professors—after all, they are graduating and leaving the school this year, so it's not too much to give them some handmade candies as a farewell gift, right?

Of course, this grand idea is still in its infancy, but the two are convinced that they can create candies that are undetectable by existing testing methods.

But the candy issue can be postponed for now, because the discovery just now was too astonishing—this year is OWLS year for fifth graders, but the professor hasn't given them any tests for almost a month!

Is this reasonable? No, it's not!

Even setting aside the torment they endured back then, even setting aside feelings of jealousy and envy, are fifth-grade grades unimportant?

As Gryffindor seventh-year students who created miracles in the OWLS exams, shouldn't they care about this?

Of course not!

This is the sense of responsibility of a seventh grader! This is the deep care and concern of older students for younger students. Is it wrong to care about their grades?

The two got more and more excited as they talked, as if someone had entrusted them with some important mission, and they even put aside the props they were supposed to use to complete the task.

If even the professors have given up on the OWLS exams, then they should be responsible for the fifth-year students!

It is our duty to restore the glory of OWLS!

The two suddenly got excited, quickly covered up their work, and left the Requirement Room, heading straight to the common room to find like-minded partners.

The professor is probably obsessed with that Merlin badge, so they have to find a way to bring him to his senses and save those confused fifth-graders.

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It didn't take long for the twins to return to the Gryffindor common room, where they found a group of students chatting because they didn't have classes.

"Lee Jordan!"