From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 By the morning of the next day, almost everyone knew that a big man would come over today.

The breakfast delivered this morning is no longer the old roasted potatoes and vegetable soup that lacks oil and salt, but is replaced with tomato sauce, soy beans, fried eggs, grilled sausages and oatmeal porridge, and the brown bread is replaced with slightly browned. Toast-more importantly, everyone gets a whole chocolate frog, which in the past could not be an extravagant treat.

The dementors didn’t come to eat at all last night. The attackers rushed over to check the sanitation of the cells, and this time they did not bring any entertainment products such as cigarettes and alcohol to any cell. Someone even stuffed money. There is no way to get a little bit of information.

　　 "Hey, you said that this time the investigation is so strict, who is going to come?"

　　 "In such a big battle, is it the director of the Auror office?"

　　 "What does the director of the Auror's office want to shut down the striker, and he is not directly under the leadership. It takes so hard?"

　　 "Maybe it's the Minister of Magic?"

　　 "If the Minister of Magic is coming, the people from the Daily Prophet should have come to take pictures, and it is your turn to wait here for dinner?"

　　 "That's right. Could it be that Britain has changed the king and is preparing to amnesty a group of prisoners?"

　　 "What Muggles matter to us, don't think too much."

　　 Various conjectures circulated among the prisoners, but no one knew the truth.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, things finally developed further. Starting from a cell far away from William and the others, the prisoners were taken out of the cell one by one and sent back after a few questions. After returning, he said that he didn't know what he was going to do, but who was asking and what was asked. The people who came back shook their heads desperately, saying that they had been warned not to speak out.

　　 The news was delivered quickly, but when the speed of mentioning people increased, the prisoner didn't know what he was doing today. He only knew that the other party seemed to want to select some people through these questions.

　　 William and their cell even quarreled about what the other party wanted to do.

People with longer sentences are more inclined to take the selected prisoners directly or significantly reduce their sentences for subsequent employment, so this investigation can brag about their abilities to make it easier for them to leave This damned prison.

For those with shorter sentences, it is believed that the reason why prisoners are used is because prisoners can sacrifice too much for freedom. Therefore, this investigation is better to be deliberately concealed, and when the time comes, they will be elected as cannon fodder and rejected. No rights.

The two parties had a quarrel, but it did not affect the speed of the hitters helping to lift people. When William and his cell were mentioned, William obviously noticed that the hitters had a bit of awe and joy on their faces— This made William instantly feel that this investigation should be nothing good.

　　 People who are in awe of the blowers can come and investigate. The probability of finding cannon fodder is not too high. William calculated that his sentence is less than one year, and it is much better to be a jerk.

　　 After making up his mind and deliberately calling out that I am a trash during the investigation, William was relieved.

　　Although Azkaban is really not a good place to be a ten-mile **** swordsman, it is not unacceptable to accept the tight protection of the Ministry of Magic safely and securely compared to starting out and doing cannon fodder.

　　 Soon, William met his investigator, or interviewer, under the leadership of the batter.

　　 The other party was a lady who wore a fleece and sprayed her hair to remind William of Chow Chow for no reason. She wore a pair of thick glasses and her clothes were outdated and weird. If it's not too old, William could even put the word nerdy on the opponent's head easily.

　　 Workaholic, ruthless, cold-blooded, hate to marry-countless derogatory affixes surfaced in William's mind, but he forced him down.

　　 He is very aware that his preconceived negative emotions affect his judgment of the other party. If this negative emotion is extended, he will most likely not be able to put it down.

　　 The opponent glanced at William, raised his head to look at the roof, and after about a minute of silence, he asked the two batterers: "Is he William?"

"no problem."

　　 "Okay, thank you, take him back, take the next person, thank you."

　　 Is this done?

　　 William was stunned, but he obediently did not express any desire to resist—in case he disagrees, the one behind the table shouted out—very good, very energetic, it's you!

　　 In this situation, isn't he a big loss?

　　 Confused William was taken back to the prison, and the others also went through the cutscenes one after another and began to return to the cell.

The four of them who came back from their cell met four different investigators. The methods of investigation were also strange. Some talked, asked questions, and even handed a magic wand to cast a spell to see. One can't summarize what the other party wants to do.

　　 When the fifth guy came back, the guy started yelling before he could sit still:

　　 "My God, it scares me to death, why is Professor McGonagall still so scary!"

　　 Then, he turned into a bunny bunny, UU reading www.uukanshu.com amused the whole cell.

　　 The striker in charge of the detainee also laughed, but still ruthlessly conjured a whip with a magic wand and whipped it fiercely.

　　 The petite rabbit fled frantically under the whip, but it was still hit hard for more than a dozen times, and the pain continued to churn on the ground until the batters stopped and changed back to its original shape.

　　 "You said you talked too much when you entered the cell. This time you explicitly warned you not to disclose the investigation to anyone who didn't know, and you dare to talk too much. If you are caught again, you won't get a whip!

　　 The blower left the cell cursingly, glanced at the list of prisoners in his hand, began to detain people from the cell next door, and locked the door of William and the others by the way.

　　 "Hey, you said you were wronged or not, why are you shouting so loudly! No one will give you any money, and you can't keep it up even if you get into Azkaban!"

　　 The big man mocked mercilessly, and threw a bottle of potion from his bunk-there were a lot of bumps in the cell, this thing is also currency, and everyone has some.

　　 "I didn't expect that I could meet the professor in this horrible place, and I was told by the professor why he used Transfiguration indiscriminately. When I came back, I would forget about it as soon as my brain panicked-lighten it, it hurts!"

"It hurts you, a brainless guy. When I saw it, no one knew that it was a professor. I used you to come back and yelled. We can’t see it if we don’t have eyes. Why didn’t everyone say it? You said it, and it’s not being warned. Ever?"

　　 Nine fingers didn't respond well while applying the medicine.

　　 Did you all see it?

　　 Why don’t I know?

　　 Why did no one warn me?

　　Aren’t we an Azkaban squatting? who am I? Where is this?

　　 (I may not finish writing, I will make up tomorrow morning)