Azkaban students at Hogwarts

While Fudge and Lucius were in a state of distress, the man who was supposed to be running through the mess for them—Eugene Hobert—was walking under countless neon billboards with a thin black suitcase under his arm.

This is Manhattan late at night.

The colorful highlights reflected from the skyscrapers are the same color as the eyes of the snobbish janitor behind the shiny turnstile.

Eugene avoided the subway vents under his feet, which constantly emitted a large amount of turbid and warm stench in this cold season; and rejected a vendor selling fake gold necklaces, and then came to the place where urine flowed and horse excrement flowed across the street. Piles of street corners.

Before he could stand firm, a young Hispanic man, with a pronunciation without any trace of dialect, persuaded him to play a few games with them.

Eugene looked at several gambling tables stacked with cardboard boxes in the distance, as well as gambling equipment made of Coke bottles and dice, and shook his head disdainfully.

The young man wanted to persuade them again, but then he saw two policemen walking around the corner, so he shouted, and all of them disappeared immediately, disappearing into the passers-by without a trace.

When the helpless tourists, crying after being deceived, led the police to arrive, all that was left was a mess.

The policeman glanced at Eugene a few times, but he was not surprised because the men here were almost all the same. They had thin black suitcases under their arms. When they were opened, they were filled with various electronic watches and imported fake watches. Very good.

Eugene nodded to the two policemen and walked straight towards the corner.

After turning the corner, Mr. Kohaug, wearing a black suit, stood straight and straight, like a giant tree standing tall.

"Mr. Kohaug." Eugene put away the pride that he had always displayed on his face and put on a humble face.

"Hobert." Samuel G. Kohlhaug nodded to him.

This seemed like a sign of approval, as Eugene's face clearly showed happiness.

"You have done a good job. The International Federation of Wizards has put a lot of pressure on Fudge and the others. Soon they will have to accept our people."

Kohaug handed a pamphlet into Eugene's hands.

"Everyone they knew was killed." Eugene took the book and said as if he was taking credit.

"As for those who were unwilling to cooperate, we had no choice but to eliminate some. Now, we are extremely close to success."

"I do not think so."

Kohaug felt as sick as if he had eaten a piece of mouse droppings, and motioned to Eugene to open the pamphlet.

It contains dense records of the names of a group of people, followed by labels for different regions; but no matter what label they have, they all have a common identity - Muggles.

"You sent me to England to cause trouble, and now you ask me to deal with a group of Muggles?" Although Eugene still remained humble, his face did not look good.

"I'm a wizard, not a killer."

Kohaug sneered, "You have become a law-abiding citizen now."

"Are they related to Second Salem?"

"No, they are White Wolf's men." Kohaug pointed to a few of their names, "These people have all personally hunted wizards and werewolves."

"Muggles, hunting wizards and werewolves?" Eugene curled his lips in disbelief, obviously shocked by the restraint of those guys.

But he still said with a smile:

"You can't expect me to deal with Bai Lang and his men alone."

"He's just a child." Kohaug said this without much confidence, because he had just been knocked unconscious by this child and was threatened.

"He is an extremely evil child."

Eugene stopped talking and looked at Mr. Kohaug silently.The meaning was obvious, he was not willing to bear the revenge from Roman.

"You misunderstood, I don't want you to face him alone." Kohaug waved his hand, "I need you to contact them, build a good relationship, and when they are leaderless, they will all be brought under my command."

"Treating a guest, beheading him, and turning him into a dog?" Eugene was self-taught.

"But beheading is not that easy." He shrugged, "Who do you expect to go? I won't do it anyway."

"If I told you, I would kill the White Wolf?"

Kohaug gritted his teeth and the muscles in his face twitched, but it was obvious that his stress had nothing to do with the decision to kill the white wolf.

"What did you use to kill him?" Eugene asked curiously.

"As far as I know, he should be at Hogwarts now, under Dumbledore's protection."

Kohaug's eyes were cold, making Eugene lower his head involuntarily.

"I promised him a small condition. A condition that can make him or me irrecoverable."

"But now, the situation is different. During the years when he changed his name to White Wolf and mingled among the werewolves, he made too many enemies for himself." Mr. Kohaug thought about his plan. Is there any more? What loophole, “So, we now have a steady stream of new help.”

"I will fulfill my promise as agreed, but I have to ensure that the back-up plan he arranged will fail."

"The white wolf's body can live, but everything the name symbolizes must die."

"We just need to push the flames from behind..."

"Just like your ancestors did?" The Hispanic young man from before had stood behind them at some point.

He saw the wands raised by Kohaug and Eugene at the same time, and quickly showed an ancient elf gold coin in their hands.

Damn white wolf!

Kohaug was roaring in his heart, but his expression remained calm.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"It's really strange. Weren't you just discussing how to bring us under your command?" the young man said teasingly.

But the next second, Eugene raised his wand.

"No, no, sir. Please relax."

The young man looked at the wand that Eugene was about to wave, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"I know that all you have to do is wave your magic wand and you can make me forget everything that happened today."

"But Mr. Kohaug." He turned to look at Kohaug and ignored Eugene. "Someone will take care of everything after I lose my memory or even die."

"In less than three days, all wizards in New York will know how the Kohaug family provided supplies and even wands to the goblins during the goblin rebellion, and also sold out information about the goblins in exchange for wealth and status."

"Among these 74 ancient fairy gold coins used for message transmission, I'm afraid the contract from that time is still preserved."

"The miraculous Kohaug family double-sided and even managed to escape unscathed after fulfilling all the obligations stipulated in the contract."

Having said this, he smiled easily.

"Speaking of which, this probably isn't something miraculous in your eyes. Aren't you just going to imitate the behavior of your ancestors and repeat the same tricks?"

Kohaug's face was ashen, and Eugene didn't dare to make any more moves. He knew that he had heard a secret that he shouldn't have heard.

"You don't need to follow White Wolf. He has done many evil things." Kohaug suppressed his anger. "You can come and help me, and I can provide you with greater help and even provide you with some special things." Magic wand.”

"You have done many more evil things." The young man looked at the two wizards in front of him mockingly. "Your help is all in exchange for greater rewards."

Kohaug wanted to speak, but the young man put his hand across his mouth and made a zipper gesture to signal him to shut up.

This was probably the first time Mr. Kohaug had been treated so rudely.

"White Wolf asked me to give you a message. He doesn't expect sir's full help."

The young man threw the gold coins at Mr. Kohaug's feet and began to imitate Roman's tone:

"Gentlemen, your words are all doctrines, and your hearts are all business. But it doesn't matter, you can try to do business without capital here."

Then a wild look flashed in his eyes.

This is the first time that Mrs. Bertin has given him a task in the name of White Wolf.

What's more, this old woman who is good at tailoring and sewing plays an irreplaceable bonding role among this special group of people.

He spat on the ground and said harshly:

"Great people are not born great, but become greater as they live."

Then he turned and left, not caring about the wands in the hands of the two people behind him.

Kohaug turned to look at Eugene, only to find that Eugene was staring blankly at the ancient goblin gold coin at Kohaug's feet.

After about 5 minutes, he slowly raised his head:

"This is too dangerous, we need to pay more."

The message Roman sent in a hurry had an effect he could not have expected.

It seems that these close men of his have become accustomed to being Muggles and using some props to get involved in the magical world.

After receiving his last message about Kohaug, these guys became frighteningly active.

Both Kohaug and Mrs. Bertin were shocked by the lawlessness of this group of people.

God knows what Mrs. Bertin asked them to do was to keep an eye on Kohaug and give him a warning at the appropriate time.

……

"You said nothing would happen to him."

In the Hogwarts principal's office, Snape frowned and looked at the old man with a white beard in front of him.

Dumbledore looked at Newt's reply from a few days ago with a puzzled expression.

"This shouldn't be..."

"What the hell are you doing?" Snape felt his patience was being challenged.

"Where's Mr. Scamander?"

"I can't contact him." Dumbledore shook his head.

Snape pointed to a reply letter on the table signed by Rolf Scamander and said:

"Newt's grandson wrote back, saying that you took Roman away and went to Nico Flamel."

Dumbledore frowned:

"I did leave immediately after receiving Roman's letter, but I stayed in Albania for three days before I had time to rush to Greece."

"Anyway, you can't even contact Nico Flamel now?" Snape looked at a large book on the shelf behind Dumbledore, "Even with that one?"

"It seems that he was prepared early. I don't want to force my way into his house." Dumbledore did not look back, but just tapped his fingers; on his crooked nose, the semicircular lenses continued to reflect the firelight of the fireplace. , "And that will also cause unpredictable dangers."

"Then has he ever told you why he locked himself up?" Snape began to settle for the next best thing.

Dumbledore's eyes were filled with thought and exploration.

"I don't know, he doesn't want to talk more; probably because he respects death and doesn't want to make any comments."

"What's more, we can be sure that Cassandra's prophecy refers to Roman; then we will be able to see him in just over a year."

He recalled his last exchange with Nicolas Flamel.

"We are getting sadder... calmness and paralysis... Albus, I think I glimpse the smile of death."

At this juncture when everyone was anxious, Romain in Flamel's family took some time off to find a hobby for himself.

That is the collected works of the silent poet Beedle, especially the chapter "Three Brothers".

He told the alchemist Nico Flamel that he would read this story to the real Nico Flamel every day.