Chapter 92 He Escaped From Azkaban (Seventh Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 92 He escaped from Azkaban (Seventh update~Please subscribe~)

Harry sat at Potter's House until evening.

Euphemia returns.

Grandpa and grandma talked about many things that they didn't talk about last year.

Those friends who want to mention it but dare not.

Peter, who died heroically, the man who seemed too timid to be a Gryffindor, became a real Gryffindor in his last moments.

And Lupin, that poor little guy, was a werewolf and had lived a miserable life.

Euphemia suggested to him more than once that he be allowed to live in the old Potter house. It was a home after all, and he no longer had to live a life of traveling around.

But he didn't agree.

That's a very proud werewolf.

It wasn't until Flitwick, who was drunk in the bar and couldn't let go, came over and left together under the moonlight.

The days that followed became just like the summer vacation of the first school year.

Only the actual training will be once a week.

After all, Flitwick couldn't help but opened his mouth and complained to Harry that his old body really couldn't hold on any longer.

Only one week has passed in the second month.

The owl was on time, leaving behind the Daily Prophet and stretching out his legs to stand on Harry's shoulders.

Flitwick waved his wand, and five Knuts fell into the owl's small pocket. It took the bread handed over by Harry with satisfaction and flew away with fluttering wings.

Harry reached out and was about to pick up the newspaper.

A snap——

Flitwick clapped it hard and pressed it under his palm: "Harry, I feel in good spirits today. How about we go for actual training now?"

"Professor, your acting skills are much worse than Lockhart." Harry said expressionlessly, "Is there anything in the newspaper that you think I can't read?"

Flitwick felt guilty and turned his head away.

"You started calling me a freak because of my eyes?" Harry tried to make a guess, "If so, don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

Flitwick didn't let go, but pressed harder.

"You didn't scold me?" Harry was a little surprised, "Then why are you so nervous."

He waved his wand.

The table began to twist and sink, and the plate turned into a small hand, dragging the newspaper to him.

Flitwick took out his wand and almost hit him with a "Thunderbolt Explosion".

The contents of the first edition fall into the eyes.

A huge photo of a man with a haggard face and long, messy hair, and a shocking title: "Still on the run, escaped from Azkaban, the most dangerous criminal in history!" 》

Flitwick lowered his head.

Harry took a breath, his heart beating rapidly, but his tone was unusually calm: "He actually escaped from prison?"

"He is dangerous." Flitwick waved his wand and restored the table. "You must not..."

"Professor, you know my level." Harry put down the newspaper. This report was full of Fudge's rhetoric and contained no useful information.

Where is Sirius?

How did he escape?

None of this was said.

There is no need to read any further.

Flitwick opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. Yes, he knew Harry's level very well. He was now an excellent wizard.

He has enough ability to avenge his parents.

"Well, let me think about it." Harry played with his wand, "Why did he escape?"

As he spoke, he paused and looked at Flitwick: "Professor, do the prisoners in Azkaban have access to outside information?"

"Maybe there are some jailers who will bring them the outdated Daily Prophet." Flitwick replied, "Azkaban doesn't have much restrictions in this regard. After all, the prisoners inside will basically go crazy in half a year. ”

"And Sirius has been locked up in there for nearly twelve years."

Newspaper?

Harry turned over his memory.

He soon found out what he believed was the reason why Sirius might have escaped Azkaban.

In the issue of the Daily Prophet before the holidays, it was reported that Hogwarts was attacked by dark wizards, and that the Malfoy family might provide some dark magic items.

Is it because of this report?

As Voldemort's lackey, he is likely to know that the Malfoy family has a Horcrux, and he is also likely to determine that Hogwarts is caused by a Horcrux.

When you see your master starting to cause trouble, you can't wait to escape, express your sincerity?

So where to find Sirius?

An answer came to his mind.

The Malfoys.

"Professor, I'm going out for a while." Harry stood up.

Flitwick waved his wand and opened the door: "If you are looking for Black, I will go with you."

"I'm going to Legnac's workshop," Harry replied, "to see if my sword is ready."

Flitwick sat down again, but he was still a little worried: "If you decide to find Black, don't act alone. You can trust the professor."

"You know me." Harry nodded and walked out.

Flitwick hesitated to speak.

It’s just because I know that I don’t feel reassured.

In the workshop.

Hawke was still picky about Legnac, watching every step of his process closely, fearing that if he didn't pay attention, he would copy down the materials.

There was movement at the door.

Hawke glanced sideways and immediately greeted him warmly: "Mr. Potter, why are you free to come here today? Are you worried about Legnac?"

"I will supervise him for you."

As the most famous young wizard in the wizarding world, he is also the best customer of Ragnak Workshop.

Hawke is very enthusiastic about him.

"I want to ask, how are my equipment being made?" Harry asked.

Hawke became anxious for him: "Mr. Potter, yes, you need these things now, I have urged him."

"The bone sword has just been made."

"It will take some time for the armor, but it will be delivered to you before school starts."

Harry waved: "Where is the sword?"

Hawke snapped his fingers, and a wooden box in the workshop floated up and flew into Harry's hand.

Snapped his fingers again.

The wooden box opened, revealing the sword inside.

The bone sword was white and had a blood groove.

"This sword is cast with dustproof spell, solid spell, and sharpness spell." Hawke introduced, "It also solidifies the effect of snake venom. This is a poisonous sword."

"It's just that the material is limited, it can't absorb magic like the Gryffindor sword."

Harry picked it up and turned it twice.

It feels great.

"How do you feel?" Hawke asked eagerly, "If there is anything that is not convenient, you can change it."

Ragnak snorted.

"Excellent craftsmanship." Harry tapped the box with his wand, turned it into a scabbard, tied it to himself, and inserted the sword, "I am very satisfied."

Ragnak snorted proudly.

He is the best craftsman among the existing goblins. Guys like Hawke who would rather be a human stooge don't know how good their craftsmanship is.

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