Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying - Page 294

After discovering these two people discussing topics about the wizarding world in the hospital, Mabel subconsciously followed them.

Although he is a wizard, he still works in a hospital and has to take the bus. It seems that his magic level is not that good...

Mabel felt that the other party should not be a threat, but for the sake of caution, she just followed the two people from a distance and did not let them see her face.

The bus slowly stopped, and Lockhart and Gar, who had been standing all the way, finally got off.

Lockhart and his companion quickly became wanted criminals, but they still maintained the usual wizarding attitude of ignoring Muggles and did not pay any attention to the little girl behind them.

The streets were very quiet.

When getting off the car, Lockhart saw that his companion's shirt was spread out and both of his trouser pockets were bulging. He thought of something and his face turned pale.

Lockhart took two quick steps and caught up with Gar. He grabbed his arm and asked, "Did you steal blood bags from the hospital again?"

"You'll expose us!" Lockhart said angrily and fearfully.

"That won't happen. Some Muggles are also stealing blood..." Garl weakly defended himself, and then immediately said confidently: "You also have to eat every day, so do I have to starve?"

"Don't quibble! You can obviously eat normal food!" Lockhart said, "and your uncle even bought you a live chicken!"

"Who can drink that little bit of chicken blood? I can't bear the thought of drinking human blood." Gar licked his lips and suddenly looked at Lockhart: "In order to avoid being exposed, how about you draw some blood for me to drink?"

"Okay... okay... don't react so strongly." Gal said, "I was just joking."

Lockhart snorted, but after two seconds, the two of them walked together.

He needs Gal's rich experience in mixing in society, and his current residence is also in Gal's uncle's house; at the same time, Gal also needs his magic to cover their tracks and avoid being found by the Ministry of Magic.

If they hadn't been helping each other, they wouldn't have been able to escape for so long and still lead a relatively normal life.

"Uncle Ryan, what happened?" Gar asked nervously, "Is the Ministry of Magic going to send someone to search?"

"Silly child, why would the Ministry of Magic send a letter in advance to inform them if they were going to send someone to search?"

Ryan Troka said helplessly: "Besides, the last time I contacted your father was more than ten years ago. They would never have thought that you would hide here with me - this is a letter from Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" Lockhart, who was changing clothes at the door, turned around in horror and asked, "Were we discovered by Dumbledore?"

How did these two people, who are so timid, dare to escape from Azkaban?

The world is so magical.

"Dumbledore is not as omniscient as you think," said Ryan Trocca. "He just invited me to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

Lockhart's face twisted slightly. "That course has a new professor?"

"Resign?" Lockhart was stunned. "Just resign? Not dead? Not in jail?"

"Of course not." Ryan Troka gave him a strange look and said, "That professor didn't do anything bad. I heard he did a good job... If he was just a professor, how could he go to jail?"

"Listen to me, Uncle Ryan!" Gar said seriously, "That course at Hogwarts has been cursed. No one has ever been able to do it for more than a year. Now there are even three professors in two years! The curse must have become stronger. You must not go!"

Lockhart nodded silently with sadness - yes, if he had known this truth earlier, he would not have turned from a world-famous best-selling author to a precarious fugitive today.

Ryan Trocca said calmly: "As long as I work hard, don't break the law, and don't hurt others, the Ministry of Magic can't send me to prison for no reason."

Lockhart sat on the sofa silently, holding his chest, feeling as if he had been hit by several arrows.

He didn't want to say a word.

Gar was silent for a moment and asked, "Uncle Ryan, do you want to go?"

He looked around his house—the television, the carpet, the fireplace, the kitchen with an oven, a coffee maker, and a humming refrigerator.

The Daily Prophet, placed on the dining table, was the only object in the room that had any connection to the wizarding world.

Ryan Trocca said: "Gar, Muggle life is great, but... I don't want to stray too far from that world."

Gar asked in confusion: "Since you want to go... then why are you still worried?"

Ryan Trocca sighed: "I heard that Dumbledore is training a large army in the school to oust Fudge - I don't know what the consequences of getting involved in such a dispute will be - so I am still hesitant."

Lockhart was drinking tea and almost spit it out when he heard this.

"Dumbledore wants to oust Fudge, but does he still need to train an army?" he asked in astonishment.

He meant the question sincerely, but Ryan Trocca heard the answer.

Ryan Trocca looked at the letter again and finally made up his mind: "I'll write back to Dumbledore right away - there's a pizza in the oven, you can help yourself."

Ryan Trocca hurried upstairs to the study. After watching his back disappear down the stairs, Gar took out the blood bag he had stolen from the hospital from his pocket, bit open a hole in it, and sucked the blood carefully.

He didn't dare let his uncle see him drinking human blood, otherwise he would definitely be scolded.

Lockhart went to get the pizza, put it on the table, set the tableware, stuffed the napkin, and was about to eat dinner while reading the newspaper, but he found that the stack of "Daily Prophet" on the table was missing.

"what?"

Gal, who had secretly hidden the remaining blood bags, didn't hear clearly and asked in confusion.

"The newspaper! The newspaper is gone!" said Lockhart.

"I didn't take it...go ask Uncle Ryan!" said Gal.

A photo of a girl with thin cheeks and cold eyes appeared on the screen.

The news anchor is introducing the girl on the screen -

"It is reported that Mabel Roland, who killed several adults, is on the run in the UK. This girl is extremely dangerous, so don't get close to her... Anyone who can provide valuable information and assist the relevant departments in capturing Mabel Roland will receive a reward of one thousand pounds..."

"He killed so many people at such a young age." Lockhart murmured, "How terrible..."

The scary girl was currently sitting cross-legged in the attic of Troka's house.

She didn't dare turn on the light, and read the contents of the newspaper word by word in the faint light of the street lamp outside the window.

There were many unfamiliar words, and Mabel found it very difficult to read. She read and guessed while reading, and read all the recent newspapers.

None of the reports mentioned Haley or the other children by name, but she saw Rita Skeeter in the corner of the news.

But Mabel didn't know where the newspaper's editorial office was...and the reporters weren't always at the newspaper.

Mabel's fingers ran across the lines of the newspaper, finally stopping at another familiar name.

[Shocking release! The latest work of genius alchemist Vid Grey - Communication Pea, brings you a new level of communication! ]

[Say goodbye to tedious handwritten letters and expensive two-sided mirrors. Communication Pea allows you to easily keep in touch with anyone at any time and anywhere! Even if you are thousands of miles apart, you can still talk directly! ]

[To celebrate the launch of new products, Aslan Magic Workshop is launching a limited-time promotion. The quantity is limited, first come first served! ]

[How to buy: From December 12, the Communication Pea will be sold in 23 countries at the same time! Consumers can go to the following places to buy: London, UK: 118 Diagon Alley, Aslan Magic Workshop; New York, USA...]

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Vader sat in the closet space, working on a new golem.

He had a not-too-many amount of sparse, dry hair that stuck to his scalp, making him look very unkempt; his eye sockets were sunken and his complexion was pale, and although he was still a dead object, his round eyes seemed as if they would roll around at any moment.

It had a hunched back and was wearing clothes that looked like a torn sack. It looked like a homeless person on the street, or like a large rat walking upright.

Vader tapped his wand, causing his nose to turn up slightly, before nodding.

This is pretty much the same as he remembered...

The golden bell hanging on the wall rang a few times and spoke.

Vader stopped making the golems, tidied up the closet space, and went downstairs.

At this time, Harry, who heard the doorbell, opened the door and shouted in surprise: "Remus!"

Remus Lupin, looking exhausted, stood at the door carrying a suitcase and looked at them with a smile.

The man standing at the door seemed to have returned to the way he was before Wade met him - he looked tired and haggard, his clothes were dirty and torn, and there was a patch on his elbow.

Remus Lupin had just heard about the attack on the Hogwarts train this morning and had hurried over immediately.

"Sirius actually wanted to come visit you, but the task Dumbledore gave him has not been completed yet."

Lupin explained for his friend.

It must be said that when he woke up from his coma and saw that there was no word from Remus and Sirius in the Friends' Book, and he did not see any familiar figures on the platform, Harry could not help but feel a little resentful in his heart.

After seeing Lupin, he couldn't help but want to complain a few words, but Harry swallowed them before they came out.