From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

It's true that all the children have been sent to Hogwarts, but the family still needs to eat and send all sorts of food and clothing to the children far away—especially now that their children are scattered all over the world.

They have a lot of children, which means the Weasleys are never exactly well-off – although Hogwarts provides room and board, textbooks, robes, and various learning materials are not provided free of charge each year.

This makes Mrs. Weasley very sensitive to the prices of goods in the market—although the family’s financial situation has improved in recent years, she is still unusually concerned about prices.

“There’s no need to worry so much. The situation isn’t actually that bad,” Mr. Weasley said gently, spreading his hands. “In fact, all supplies are guaranteed. They’re working overtime to get things done.”

To be precise, when Professor William visited the Ministry of Magic to assist in the investigation, he didn't find many legitimate clues, but he did offer a lot of suggestions to ease public sentiment. Minister Fudge adopted almost all of those suggestions after making a brief assessment.

"I think so too—there can't be any bigger problems than those two children."

Mrs. Weasley shook her head and even made a joke.

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"Seriously...it really is a case of one small thing affecting the whole situation..."

William glanced at the data he had collected and shook his head.

He was mentally prepared for the consequences of the Ministry of Magic's intrusion, and even used Dumbledore's name to remind the Ministry to take some remedial measures afterward. However, he still did not expect that this attack would have such a wide-ranging impact.

Simply put, his biggest problem right now is that the black market in the British wizarding world has collapsed.

That's right, the black market collapsed, and the market was in chaos.

Left with no other option, the enraged Aurors, along with their strikers, launched a sweeping offensive, especially cracking down on illegal border crossings—which resulted in the smuggling industry, the largest supply route, being almost completely cut off.

In addition, because of the black magic-related items that were seized, some shops selling similar items were also wiped out by the Aurors, leaving only a few with the strongest connections. Although they were spared from being arrested, they still closed their doors to avoid trouble and dared not open them at all.

This resulted in the remaining black market merchants only daring to conduct business in a handful of places, and the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade was one of them...

"This is a headache... I have to personally take people for checkups... and I can't be too rude..."

William leaned back in his chair, looking utterly helpless.

If it were any other shop, they could find an excuse to push it onto Professor Moody, and that would be much more effective and faster. But this shop won't work—it really won't.

Pig Head Bar is a bar with a gray area, but the people inside are all very law-abiding, and since some rather shady experimental materials are occasionally used on campus, its existence is tacitly tolerated.

But now, because the other places have been destroyed, too many merchants have flocked here—this is clearly a security risk, and it should be investigated and warned.

He found out that Professor McGonagall had passed the buck back to him – the Self-Defense Office didn't handle this, so how could he expect other professors to deal with it?

"It's still necessary—if everything were stopped, many experiments would have to be halted... A warning and screening would suffice..."

William frowned, preparing to meet Lupin and go over to tell the merchants to behave themselves—the bar owner was out of the question; although William wasn't afraid, he didn't want to get involved in that kind of trouble…

Well, Mr. Aberforth is a very capable businessman. He can get his hands on many good things that are not available on the market and he is very famous among merchants everywhere. However, when William was investigating the possible identity of the Dark Lord two years ago, he discovered something truly extraordinary.

Aberforth had an older brother with whom he didn't have much contact, whose name William recognized—his brother was named Albus Percival Woolfrick Bryan Dumbledore, or Albus Dumbledore for short.

That's right—Dumbledore's own brother, and the two are currently having a falling out.

Well, that's a bit of a delicate matter...

William certainly couldn't bring Moody along—that would be practically tantamount to smashing up someone's store.

Although he felt somewhat guilty towards Lupin, William still decided to take him along—it was too dangerous for him to go to such a dangerous place alone.

To be honest, if it weren't for school regulations, he would have definitely dragged this mess into the hands of a certain divination professor—according to William's investigation, that professor had gotten quite a few spices from the East from the Hog's Head...

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"The Pig's Head Bar...it's such a nostalgic place."

As William and Lupin traveled from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade Village, Lupin's spontaneous sigh reminded William of some good deed Lupin had done in the past...

This is indeed a bit worrying—although Lupin's reliability has been guaranteed to this day.

"By the way, is the hood ready, Professor William?"

Lupin's sudden question caught William off guard. He looked at Lupin with a puzzled expression—"Dear Professor Lupin, have you confused our identities?"

We warned those merchants not to act recklessly and strictly forbade them from appearing in the village when students visited Hogsmeade, not to attend the mysterious gatherings at the Hog's Head!

Under William's questioning gaze, Lupin finally understood the significance of the matter.

"For safety reasons, shouldn't Pig Head Bar be shut down?"

“Professor Lupin…” William looked at Lupin, his tone full of helplessness, “Please, where do you get the teaching aids you use in class? Can you possibly capture some Boggart or something from the castle now?”

Of course not—Lupin has been teaching for so long, and there aren't even any rats in the castle that show any magical tendencies anymore… Those dangerous magical creatures are just resources, and many of them aren't suitable for growing in the Forbidden Forest.

Hogwarts isn't a dungeon, nor is the Forbidden Forest; there's no respawning system. Only when some foolish magical creature moves in can it be captured and sent to class… After Lupin's rampage for so long, almost all the teaching materials are now purchased from the Hog's Head…

This is one of the main reasons why William didn't shut it down despite the pressure—Potions, Herbalism, Self-Defense, and even Charms and Transfiguration classes all have to buy supplies from here... Stopping it would be equivalent to cutting off the supply.

Just imagine this: Professor McGonagall is going to have the students turn beetles into buttons in this lesson—the question is, should Professor McGonagall catch the beetles, or should Hagrid do it? The thought alone is quite something…

Lupin chuckled. He was the one who had spent the most magical creatures on this in the entire self-defense office, because his courses were most focused on practical application…

While the two were talking, Pig Head Bar appeared in front of them.

William glanced at the sign with the pig's head on it, briefly considered what to say next, adjusted the wand one last time, and headed straight for the bar's entrance.

"crunch..."

The bar door made a slight noise, causing everyone present to glance in that direction—it was a deliberate under-fueling, so that everyone could make a quick getaway if anything went wrong.

This function is now proving very useful – while everyone was looking at the doorway as usual, they noticed that the two newcomers hadn't covered their faces.

William adjusted his eyes to the dim light for a moment, then decisively stopped his sale—damn it, seeing this scene made him want to go over and ask about today's market.

After struggling to adjust his awkward emotions and suppress his impulse, William snapped his fingers with his left hand, raising a ball of light that illuminated the area and drew everyone's attention to himself.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

He smiled and looked around, ignoring the extremely unfriendly stares.

"Starting this week, the restrictions on Hogsmeade Village have been further tightened, strictly prohibiting adult wizards from entering Hogsmeade on weekends, including the Hog's Head pub."

Who the hell are you?!

"You too?"

"... "

A jumble of curses suddenly erupted—it was impossible not to be cursed; people were drinking and doing business just fine, and then this annoying thing suddenly happened.

But most people in the crowd chose to remain silent. Those who were hurling insults were mostly newcomers. The merchants who had frequented this area for years were somewhat familiar with William's face, and they began to try to remind their companions that this man was someone they really couldn't afford to offend…

In the time it takes to drink half a glass of wine, the noise in the bar subsided considerably. The remaining people, seeing that others had stopped, quickly shut up, as if they weren't the ones who had just greeted him with their distinctive slang.

"Very good, it seems everyone has no objections. That's settled then, I hope everyone has a good life."

William nodded and turned to leave—the outcome might have been even better if Lupin hadn't hesitated for a moment.

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"The boss went out with them!"

"Even after all this, it's only a weekend ban; the boss really has a lot of influence..."

"That's right... By the way, who was that young man who just came to make the announcement? Why is everyone so quiet?"

"The professor at Hogwarts was named William."

"He looks that young, why is everyone so quiet?"

"Heh," the merchant who was asked chuckled dismissively, his face full of disbelief that she didn't even know this. He slowly took a sip of his drink. "That one, came out from over there!"

"hiss…"

A genuine gasp of shock—Azkaban was terrifying to every wizard, but for those in the gray area, it was an extraordinary terror.

Coming out from inside requires truly remarkable qualifications.

You've never even seen Azkaban, so why are you pretending to be a seasoned industry expert?

"What's the big deal..."

The intimidating merchant, seeing the frightened man, smiled more genuinely. "You know Moody, right? That Auror."

"Hey...who doesn't know Moody's? But what does it have to do with us?"

Everyone pursed their lips. Moody was powerful, and it was true that he had captured all the dark wizards of Azkaban, but what did that have to do with them?

How could the crimes they committed possibly have any connection to Moody's?

Capturing them wouldn't even require the use of Aurors; a squad of strikers would be enough to wipe them out, let alone legendary Aurors.

"Tsk, you don't even know this? What are you all so focused on all day? You'll be sent to Azkaban sooner or later!"

"Let me tell you, that Moody, the legendary Auror, is now working for Professor William!"

There was a collective gasp, especially from the particularly unruly guys who started to consider moving to a different location to do some legitimate business—was Pig Head Bar really that dangerous?

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"hiss…"

Bertha gasped. She had never imagined that after witnessing the Dark Lord's power firsthand, she would feel such fear of him.

They launched a full-scale attack on the Ministry of Magic and escaped unscathed!

Although this was published in the French Ministry of Magic's own newspaper by a gloating party, based on other evidence they have gathered so far, it is so outrageous that it is actually true!

A group of Death Eaters stormed the Ministry of Magic and escaped unscathed, none of them captured!

As a former Ministry of Magic employee, she still had some trust in the Aurors and the Strikers, but now it seemed the Death Eaters were simply...

After a moment of surprise, Bertha picked up the collected intelligence and prepared to send it to the Dark Lord—this was the work she had been doing for some time.

"Come in, Bertha."

When she cautiously knocked on the door, the Dark Lord's voice came from inside.

When she opened the door, she discovered that the Death Eaters who were still recuperating were also there—but at this moment, Bertha felt a deep respect for these people whose strength she had never witnessed before. These were supposedly the most elite Death Eaters; if those still in England could do such a thing, then the people before her…

"What's wrong, Bertha?"

The Dark Lord raised his head, a cruel smile playing on his crimson eyes—Little Barty was doing better and better, so Bella and the others couldn't sit still any longer and were applying for missions.

"News has come from the UK; here is the relevant report."

She handed over the documents, and Voldemort smiled as he took them, then paused for a moment.

I thought about it for a moment, then froze.