Azkaban students at Hogwarts

In the guest room of the Slughorn family, the silky and soft fabrics did not soothe the anxious traveler.

Roman tossed and turned on the comfortable bed, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He placed the book "Old Stories of the White Wolf" by his bedside, without any desire to open it.

Newt's investigation ultimately fell far short of the truth.

But it's no wonder that he is a kind person, and the greatest malice he can imagine is nothing more than this.

People living in the sun can no longer fathom the thoughts of rats, so they can only give everything they see a traditional heroic role.

In fact, his acquaintance with Belby was no accident.

When Belby first asked Slughorn where he could get first-hand information on werewolves, Slughorn recommended Roman to him without hesitation.

Roman didn't take it seriously.

He knew that the Wolfsbane potion would be successful, not to mention that he had no shortage of opportunities to deal with werewolves, so he accepted this well-paid job.

However, as Belby's research deepened, he became increasingly dissatisfied with the monotonous effects of potions and began to desire to create epoch-making works.

Smart people always try to pursue the limit of what they can achieve, but it is unpredictable when this limit will arrive.

So the research quickly came to a standstill.

Wolfsbane Aconitum will not show any other characteristics just because of his ambition. He has to start trying to find ideas from others.

The ending is predictable.

First, Slughorn refused, and then Roman fell silent - he didn't want to spend too much time and energy on this matter.

Not yet giving up, Belby tried to contact another young Potions Master, Severus Snape.

But the other party with whom I had had academic discussions refused to even write a reply after hearing about Wolfsbane Potion.

After two days of waiting, Belby only received a note from the opponent's owl, which said - nothing can be done.

The desperate Belby finally decided to use some special means.

He went to Knockturn Alley and started updating mission bounties again and again.

If you can't find a Potions Master's help, start with a sample.

This is what Belby thought and did.

He stated during the mission that he needed a large amount of werewolf physical data, and even their habits, customs, and even internal legends.

When the mission reward was updated to a considerable level, Roman's information network also keenly captured a piece of information that was extremely important to him.

After discovering the hidden limits of the survival potion, Roman has been pursuing various backup methods.

Now, what he had always wanted, the ancient potion formula that Voldemort later used to restore his flesh and blood, finally showed up in Africa.

With this impure purpose, Roman had just purchased a batch of goods. Roman, who was somewhat strapped, chose to accept the task anonymously and used the advance payment as travel expenses.

Of course, he didn't intend to get rid of Belby's money, but he just wasn't in a hurry to do it.

In order to track down the formula of this ancient potion, he went to many places, even at the expense of provoking giant tribes that had been silent for a long time.

The fear of death magnified his greed for survival.

His adventure also ended in failure. After a frantic escape, his body collapsed prematurely and fell in front of Mrs. Bertin's door.

It is precisely because of this that that group of people was able to successfully join forces with the giant.

Otherwise, if the vendetta between werewolf forces from several different countries could involve giants, it would be the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Roman tossed and turned on the bed. He felt that the room was getting hotter and hotter, and the silky braid wrapped him tightly like wire burned by flames.

The blazing flames seemed to appear before his eyes again, as well as the ancient castle that was collapsing in the flames.

The earth was shaking, and the howls and bites of wild beasts rang in his ears.

Sharp nails grazed his eyes, and hot blood filled his eyeballs.

"Remember what you said. Roman Heller."

The woman's shrill scream made him break out in a cold sweat while he was still half asleep. He jumped up with his wand in hand, his face pale and breathing heavily.

It wasn't until Lafite was frightened that he flew into the air and shook off a few feathers; Roman didn't realize that he was still at Slughorn's home.

After returning that time, he gave all the galleons he received from Belby to Slughorn, asking him to brew a pot of the best elixir for him.

But Slughorn gives him back half of the galleons, saying he can only get one.

Otherwise he would know how Felixir can destroy a person through stun, recklessness, and dangerous hubris.

"Roman, are you okay?" Slughorn's voice came from downstairs, "You just yelled."

"Nothing, I have some bed choices."

Roman shouted back.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, stood up and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of cold water.

"That's such a shame. I still expected that I could provide you with a comfortable place to live." A deep voice came from the living room.

Roman looked for his voice and went out. Dumbledore was sitting on the sofa holding a wine glass.

Slughorn sat opposite him, the sleepiness still on his face.

"This is not a good place for Horace to hide. He has too many friends." Dumbledore said mostly teasingly.

In response, Slughorn just let out a long yawn.

Obviously, the relationship between the two people, who have not yet talked about Horcruxes, is quite harmonious.

This actually surprised Roman.

Although he avoided mentioning Voldemort's definition of a bone wand to Dumbledore, out of fear of Lao Voldemort, he still told Dumbledore that Voldemort had mentioned the word Horcrux; he even revealed Mavo's secrets at the risk. The dangers of Luo rings.

As for what Nicolas Flamel would say to Dumbledore - Nicolas Flamel, now a wise man again, will only enjoy the last days of his life.

"Comfortable residence, Hogwarts?" Roman asked hesitantly.

Although he needed Dumbledore, he didn't feel like Hogwarts could protect him now.

"Sorry, it's not the right time. Although Troca still hopes that you can help in his Muggle Studies class." Dumbledore shook the wine glass in his hand, letting it emit the charming aroma, "But if you go Once you get to Hogwarts, we have no reason to stop the Ministry from taking you away."

He winked his sky-blue eyes mischievously, "I think you would prefer to stay more comfortable before the trial."

Roman nodded noncommittally and turned to pack his things.

He now understands more and more why outsiders like to say that Dumbledore is crazy sometimes.

It was obviously Dumbledore who sent him to Flamel, but on the day the door to Flamel's house opened, he was the first person there to ask why.

Roman still remembered Dumbledore's solemn expression, but he ignored him and hurriedly grabbed Nico Flamel, as if asking for proof.

Their conversation only lasted a short time, and Dumbledore appeared in front of Roman again, and it was his usual self again.

Roman put Lafite on his shoulders before returning to the living room and found that Dumbledore had just finished the wine in the glass.

He stood up from the sofa and raised his forearms.

"Please take my arm."

Roman held out his hand, and Slughorn looked like he could finally sleep.

"I think you'll like it there," Dumbledore whispered.

"It was a small cabin in the low mountains, with a neat little kitchen and geraniums on the windowsill."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roman felt like he was being stuffed into a rubber tube.

It's just that the background sound of the Apparition seems to be different this time.

"what!"

They stood on the wooden floor, but the creaking sound of the wooden floor was obviously mixed with a short scream.

Then they saw a furry thing shaking in the corner of the room. Roman looked closely and realized that it was a little girl with disheveled hair.

This scream soon caused a chain reaction, and two figures outside the window were walking from a distance.

"Ginny?" A boy's voice sounded, and the tone sounded like - run.

"Ginny!" the woman's voice was angry and loud, "Don't think your father will come to help you! He is working overtime."

After hearing these two voices, the little girl raised her head tremblingly and looked at Dumbledore and Roman in the room under the dim moonlight coming through the window.

Dumbledore, with his waist-length beard, looks like a big silvery furry monster.

Roman forced a smile. The moonlight shone on his face, making the scars look particularly ferocious.

The little girl jumped up suddenly and ran out crying; she threw herself into the arms of a short and fat woman and said something quickly.

The two people in the room looked at each other and spread their hands helplessly.

At the same time, the woman outside the window protected her two children behind her and was about to raise her wand to send a signal.

"Molly! Don't." Dumbledore lit the light and opened the door.

"Dumbledore!"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, "Why are you here?"

Halfway through her words, her eyes had already spotted Roman in the room.

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth wide, as if she had seen someone more incredible than Dumbledore.

"Is he Roman?"

"You let him live here?"

"That won't work."

Mrs. Weasley's three sentences were like a barrage of words, and she seemed to be filled with anger.

Roman also shrugged and echoed, "I don't mean to disturb you."

If the Daily Prophet's use of his back photo was barely a warning at first, then after such a long time, his enemies no longer left any room for him to "repent."

Today, when the werewolf lawsuit is raging, his face has become a negative example.

No parent would trust their child to live with a criminal.

What's more, compared with this small and fresh house, he missed Slughorn's luxurious home and the comfortable bed in the guest bedroom.

Although you might have nightmares lying on it.

"I'm sorry, Molly. I should have considered your feelings."

Dumbledore's eyes were calm. What he saw in Mrs. Weasley's anger was different from what Roman saw.

The fact was as he expected.

"How do I feel? This child's parents died in battle with my brother, but you want me to watch him live in a deserted shabby house in the wilderness?"

This was probably the first time Mrs. Weasley had spoken in this tone in front of Dumbledore.