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

Harry sat at Potter's mansion 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 at the last moment of his life.

And Lupine, that poor little guy, is a werewolf and has always lived a miserable life.

Euphemia suggested to him more than once that he should be allowed to live in the old Potter house. It would be a home after all, and he would no longer have to live a wandering life.

But he didn't agree.

That's a very proud werewolf.

There is no need to read any further.

Hawke became anxious on his behalf: "Mr. Potter, yes, you need these things very much now. I'm already urging him."

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."

A snap——

Where is Sirius?

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

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

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

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

So where to find Sirius?

An answer came to his mind.

There was movement at the door.

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

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

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

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

The bone sword is white and has a blood groove.

Snap your fingers again.

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

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?"

"The armor will take some time, but it will be in your hands before school starts."

Flitwick lowered his head.

The contents of the first edition fall into your eyes.

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

Only the actual training will be changed to once a week.

Only one week has passed in the second month.

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

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

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.

Flitwick didn't let go of his hand, but pressed it tighter.

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.

Flitwick started to speak but stopped.

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

None of this was said.

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

Malfoy family.

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

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

He has enough ability to avenge his parents.

How did he escape?

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

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

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!"

Newspaper?

Harry flipped through his memory.

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

"This sword is cast with a dust-proof charm, a solid charm, and a sharpness charm." Hawke introduced, "It also solidifies the effect of snake venom. This is a poisonous sword."

"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.

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

In the workshop.

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

Is it because of this report?

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

Harry waved: "Where is the sword?"

The feel is excellent.

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.

"The bone sword was just finished."

Hawke was enthusiastic about him.

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

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

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

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.

Harry picked it up and turned it twice.

"I just wanted to ask, how is my equipment going?" Harry asked.

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

"I will supervise him for you."

The wooden box opened, revealing the sword inside.

He waved his magic wand.

Flitwick felt guilty and turned his head away.

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

"How do you feel?" Hawke asked eagerly, "If there is anything that doesn't feel right, you can change it."

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

Legnac snorted.

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

Legnac hummed proudly.

He is the most skilled among the ready-made goblins. Guys like Hawke who would rather be human lackeys will not understand how good his craftsmanship is.

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