Chapter 413: Invitation letter from Hogwarts

As soon as the off-duty time came, Lockhart couldn't wait to jump up, and Garr took off his hospital uniform at lightning speed. In less than three minutes, the two of them ran out of the hospital.

It is of course convenient to disapparate home, but using this kind of magic can easily leave strong magic traces. The Auror elites of the Ministry of Magic have mastered some special detection spells.

Moreover, it is easy to violate the secrecy law when using magic in a place where Muggles gather. The Ministry of Magic will immediately send a letter and send people to check. Then they will be surprised to find that there are two fugitives wanted nationwide, and then summon the Auror to summon that person. More than a hundred dementors...

Thinking of such terrible consequences, Lockhart and Gall immediately gave up all kinds of shortcuts, resolutely stopped themselves from risking the use of magic, and behaved exactly like ordinary Muggles.

"Take a taxi, it's faster!"

Lockhart habitually stood on the street and stretched out his hand, but Garr immediately pulled him back.

"No, no, no, take the bus!" Gal's brows were filled with caution and thoughtfulness: "Think about it, if we encounter those dementors... there are more people and more targets, so it will be easier for us to escape."

Lockhart took back his hand and said with admiration: "You are right, or you are thoughtful."

The two arrived at a nearby bus stop and waited in the cold wind for more than ten minutes before finally seeing the late bus.

Lockhart ran into the car first, but found that there were no seats at all. He thought for a moment and stood next to a middle-aged woman. When the woman looked over, Lockhart showed his signature bright smile.

The Muggle woman looked at him critically with a look that looked at a lunatic, moved her body into the seat, and looked away in disgust.

Lockhart: "..."

He looked at the reflection in the car window. His blond hair was no longer as bright as before. Under the influence of magic, his once handsome face had a little smaller eyes, a little crooked nose, a little protruding teeth, and a little dark skin...

He became gray and a little ugly.

His smile was no longer charming... instead, it looked vulgar.

Lockhart almost shed tears, deeply regretting that he had not learned the art of human transfiguration before, and ended up turning into this ghostly appearance.

He complained to Troca in a low voice: "Stupid Muggles without vision... If it were before, my fans could fill a street."

Gal, who was squeezed by him when he got in the car, sneered and said, "It's a pity that now they all know your true face, you have no fans anymore!"

Lockhart's face turned green and he accused him angrily: "We are all companions, how could you poke my scar like this?"

Gal snorted: "We are all companions, and you still want to fight for a mere seat with me?"

The two looked at each other with disgust and looked away at the same time.

Not far away, Mabel, who was standing next to her while holding on to the seat, pulled her hood down a little and looked down at the dirty iron bottom of the car under her feet.

[Dementors...Hogwarts...Muggles...]

Yes, these two guys must be wizards too.

Since escaping, Mabel has never met a wizard again. She doesn't know if the Ministry of Magic has sent anyone to hunt her down, and she doesn't know what happened to Hayley and Luke.

After discovering these two people discussing the magical world in the hospital, Mabel subconsciously chased after 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 very good...

Maybelle felt that the other party was not a threat, but to be cautious, she just followed the two of them from a distance and did not let the other party see her face.

The bus swayed to a stop, and Lockhart and Gall, who had been standing all the way, finally got off.

Just as the car door was about to close, Mabel hurriedly jumped out of the car.

Lockhart and the two became wanted criminals as soon as possible, but they still maintained the wizard's customary neglect towards Muggles, and they did not pay attention to the little girl behind them at all.

The streets were very quiet.

When he got out of the car, Lockhart saw that his companion's clothes were open and his two trouser pockets were bulging. He thought of something and his face turned pale.

Lockhart took two quick steps to catch up with Garr, grabbed his arm and asked, "Did you steal the blood bag from the hospital again?"

Gal immediately covered his pocket, his eyes drifted, and he said guiltily: "This is expired blood, and it was meant to be destroyed! I just asked them to change the way of destruction..."

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

"No way, some Muggles are also stealing blood..." Gal defended weakly, and then immediately became confident: "You also have to eat every day, am I going to be hungry?"

"Don't argue! You can obviously eat ordinary food!" Lockhart said, "And your uncle also bought you a live chicken!"

"Who can eat that little chicken blood? I can't bear the thought of drinking human blood." Gal licked his lips and suddenly looked at Lockhart: "To avoid exposure, why don't you draw some blood for me to drink?"

Lockhart immediately took a few steps back, covered his neck, and shouted, "Don't even think about it!"

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

Lockhart groaned angrily, but after two seconds, the two of them still walked together.

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

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

The two quickly arrived home, and after entering the door, they saw Gar's uncle, Ryan Troka, sitting in front of the fireplace, holding a letter in his hand, with a worried look on his face.

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

"Silly child, if the Ministry of Magic wants to send someone to search, why would they write a letter in advance?"

Ryan Troka said helplessly: "And the last time I contacted your father was more than ten years ago, and they didn't expect you to hide here - this is a letter from Hogwarts."

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

Ryan Troka: "..."

These two people are so timid, how dare they escape from Azkaban?

The world is so magical.

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

Lockhart's face was slightly distorted: "Has the professor of that course changed again?"

"Yes, the previous professor was said to have family problems, and he resigned to Dumbledore just after the holiday." Ryan Troka sighed.

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

"Of course not." Ryan Troka looked at him strangely and said: "The professor didn't do anything bad, and 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: "The course at Hogwarts was cursed, and 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 be stronger, you must not go!"

Lockhart nodded silently with sadness - yes, if he had known this truth earlier, he would not have changed from a world-famous best-selling author to a fugitive who is now in danger of death.

"I don't really care about curses, and there are many professors who, like Professor Abigail, left their posts safely after working for a year."

Ryan Troka 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, covering his heart, feeling that he was hit by several arrows.

He didn't want to say a word.

Garmer paused for a moment and asked: "Uncle Ryan, do you want to go?"

Ryan Troka sighed and said: "You know, as a vampire, this opportunity is very rare... Only Dumbledore would hire someone like me as a professor regardless of his status."

He looked around his house-TV, carpet, fireplace, oven, coffee machine, and buzzing refrigerator in the kitchen.

The Daily Prophet on the dining table is the only object in the room that is related to the magic world.

Ryan Troka said: "Gar, Muggle life is good, but... I don't want to be too far away from that world."

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

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"If it was the old Hogwarts, I would accept the invitation without hesitation. But..."

Ryan Troka sighed: "I heard that Dumbledore is training a large army in the school to drive Fudge out of power - I don't know what consequences will be caused by being involved in such a dispute - so I am still hesitating."

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

"Dumbledore wants to drive Fudge out of power, does he still need to train an army?" he asked in astonishment.

He was asking the question sincerely, but Ryan Troka heard the answer.

"Yeah... you're right... Dumbledore doesn't need it at all."

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

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

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

Lockhart took out the pizza himself, put it on the table, set the tableware, stuffed the napkin, and was about to eat dinner while reading the newspaper, but found that a stack of "The Daily Prophet" on the table was missing.

"Gar, you took all the newspapers?" Lockhart asked.

"What?"

Gar, who secretly hid the remaining blood bags, didn't hear clearly and asked in confusion.

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

"I didn't take it... Ask Uncle Ryan!" Gar said.

"Forget it then..." Lockhart said angrily, turning around and turning on the TV.

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

The news anchor was introducing the girl on the screen -

"It is reported that Mabel Roland, who killed many 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..."

"She killed so many people at such a young age." Lockhart murmured, "It's terrible..."

...

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

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

There were many unfamiliar words, and Mabel had a hard time reading. She read and guessed, and read all the recent newspapers.

No report mentioned the names of Haley and other children, but she saw Rita Skeeter in the corner of the news.

Can she find Rita Skeeter to inquire about the news?

But Mabel didn't know where the editorial office of the newspaper was... not to mention that reporters were not always in the newspaper.

Mabel's fingers slid across the newspaper line by line, and finally stopped at another familiar name.

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……

Wade is sitting in the closet space, making a new puppet.

Under the effect of Transfiguration, the clay flows and rolls from bottom to top, gradually forming a short figure -

The sparse and yellow hair is not too much, sticking to the scalp, looking very sloppy; the eye sockets are deep and the skin is pale. Although it is still a dead object, the round eyes seem to be rolling at any time.

It hunched its back and wore a torn sack-like outfit, like a street vagrant or a large rat walking upright.

Wade tapped his wand, making his nose slightly upturned, and then nodded.

It was almost the same as he remembered...

"Ding-ling-ling... Master, you have a guest."

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

Wade stopped making the puppet, put away the wardrobe space, and went downstairs.

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

The dusty Remus Lupin stood at the door with a box in his hand, looking at them with a smile.