[HP] Should the escaped wizard from Azkaban enter Hogwarts?

"I drank the nectar brewed by the morning glow; I listened to the chirping and singing of the birds; I danced, and the grass applauded me. I always looked up to the sky, fascinated by the light; I never cared about my shadow, felt sorry for myself, nor did I admire myself alone."

"She looks a lot like you." I closed my eyes and rested my head on my wife's shoulder.

"Nowhere." My wife closed the heavy book in her hand, "It doesn't look like it at all."

I don't yearn for the light.

The wife paused and changed the subject without leaving any trace: "By the way, are Potter and the others still looking for Nicolas Flamel?" She curled her lips at the Gryffindor Triangle gathered not far away.

"Yeah," I sneered, "It's been almost a month and I still haven't found anything. This efficiency is unparalleled."

Sia raised her shoulders to signal me to get up. She stood up and said, "They will know sooner or later, so why not remind them."

She seemed to have thought of something interesting: "Actually, I'm looking forward to how they will react when they find out that the person who helped them is actually the daughter of their enemy."

Yes, daughter. In the first half of this semester, Richlow found his wife alone several times, and basically instilled in her a bunch of words similar to "You are a cross-century product created by my great master using magic spells and blood. He gave you life." You need to give everything you have to help the master accomplish his great goal..." The above messy information will be exhausting to say in one breath.

"That's outrageous." My wife complained to me in the system chat.

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Time turned back to the present. My wife adjusted the wizard robe that had a lot of wrinkles due to sitting for a long time, put on a standard smile, and walked towards the three little lions: "You seem to be worried about something, do you mind telling me?" Tell me? Let me see if I can help you?"

The little lions first looked at the source of the sound warily, and both Potter and Granger breathed a sigh of relief after discovering who it was. But before they could speak, the little red-haired Weasley shouted: "What are you doing here? Slytherins don't have any good intentions, and we don't welcome you..." You.

He looked at the boy lagging behind the girl. At this time, the boy was staring at him sternly. He shook and forcefully held back the last word.

Quite sensible.

I look away.

Seeing that Weasley had stopped speaking, Potter waved his hand quickly: "No, you're welcome!" He pondered for a moment: "Riddle, do you know who Nicolas Flamel is?"

After spending half a semester together, my wife gained a high favorability rating among many classmates in Hogwarts. There were even many people in Gryffindor who didn't hate my wife and thought she was a rare and friendly Slytherin. .

She is a poor girl (fog) who is haunted (or threatened) by an evil wizard.

"You give others a very bad impression."

"What's the matter? Their impressions have nothing to do with me." As long as I have you, that's enough.

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"Nicholas Flamel? Isn't this an alchemist? The one who made the legendary magic stone?" My wife pretended to be unsure and said, "It is said that he is more than 600 years old. Why do you want to know this? ?”

"Well, we have been a little interested in alchemy recently. Suddenly I heard this name connected with alchemy, so I was curious to know more about it." Granger said.

A lame lie.

My wife nodded and didn't ask any more questions: "That's it. I'm glad I can help you."

“We’re very grateful too!”

……

"Still don't completely believe us." After walking out of the sight of the three little ones, the wife said softly.

"Not surprised at all." I stopped. "Do you want to help them?"

"Yes." My wife didn't hide anything. "It's very beautiful to see that you are in deep trouble but still don't give up."

Ah, what...

I shook my head and suddenly wanted to laugh: I don’t yearn for the light anymore.

It's good, I'm very happy.