Azkaban...
"Sirius Black..."
A sudden voice woke up a skinny figure who was leaning against the corner in a daze.
"...Aurors? How dare you be so deep... hehehehe..." Sirius was too lazy to raise his eyelids and murmured indistinctly.
"Look at this."
The owner of the voice took out a crumpled newspaper from his pocket and threw it towards Sirius.
The latter picked up the newspaper lazily. After all, a normal person needs to receive information, and among Azkaban, Sirius showed no channel for receiving information.
A piece of newspaper may be very shabby, but it is still much better than the cracks on the bricks on the opposite wall.
Until he picked up the newspaper and looked at the date, 1993...
He couldn't help but laugh out loud after just looking at one year. Every day he would draw a mark on the wall. Although it was not precise, it roughly recorded the year from when he entered Azkaban to the present day, which should be 1992.
"Where did you get such a piece of newspaper?" Sirius said with a nasty smile.
"Look at the contents there, sir."
Sirius shrugged, and he would read it even without being reminded.
The man seemed to be worried that the light was too dark, so he threw two small luminous squares over.
"Thank you." Sirius changed into a comfortable position and began to read the newspaper leisurely until he saw a piece of information worthy of his attention.
Weasley family won the gold Galleons grand prize and took a group photo with Egypt Tourism.
In that group photo, there was a little thing that he was so familiar with that he couldn't be more familiar with it.
He suddenly looked at the figure outside the cell.
"You guessed it right. In short... I came back to stop a mistake and kill a person. I need a helper." The figure said.
Sirius grabbed the newspaper and looked at the figure in front of him. "If I can... will you help me?"
"Hmm... if you help me do what I need, then I will help you catch this mouse."
"What is the mistake you want to stop? Who are you trying to kill?"
The figure came closer and squatted down, and the fluorite light shone on his face, which was wearing the lower half of the mask.
The reflection from the monocle made Sirius rub the corners of his eyes.
"I can't tell you what that mistake is, but the person I want to kill is...Kayson Heath."
Open the insurance...
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!!!
There was a series of gunshots in the shooting range, and Kayson stood behind the window sill on the second floor of a building not far away. This was an explanation given by Prime Minister to them.
"It seems that Mr. Prime Minister is still sensible." Dumbledore smiled and looked at Prime Minister who was standing next to him and answering the phone.
"Well... there are not only England wizards, but France, Germany, Miljian, and even the mysterious country on the other side of the ocean. The number of wizards is almost 20,000. At this time, my England wizards are doing human experiments? What kind of fool am I?" Prime Minister said with a shrug.
"Actually, Mr. Prime Minister, you made a mistake. This point is based on your perfectly solving the incident and preventing it from further fermenting." Kayson leaned against the window and said.
"Mr. Professor... I remember, didn't you do private customization first? I also asked you to customize a bracelet for my wife." Prime Minister looked at Kayson's highly recognizable handsome face and said with some surprise, obviously not expecting him to be a wizard.
"Um... you are also a professor? Do you also like to change the topic?"
"Oh sorry, you say."
"Because of your active handling, Mr. Prime Minister, the relationship between ordinary people and wizards has been prevented from slipping into a worse freezing point, so I can express my true views."
"If you ignore the so-called war between ordinary people and wizards, I think the first information from that laboratory is not that ordinary people and wizards conduct human experiments, but human experiments." Kayson said.
Mr. Prime Minister handed the phone to the secretary wearing a mask and pursed his lips in embarrassment. "You mean... a human experiment where you really feel the atmosphere? Isn't this the kind of thing ordinary people do to wizards?"
He said and pointed to the envelope on the table.
"Hmm, both of these behaviors make people angry, but if I had seen wizards torturing ordinary people and ordinary people doing human experiments, I would still have made such a choice." Kayson nodded and said.
"Oh... you are really a... noble wizard." Prime Minister stretched out his hand and shook hands with Kayson.
"Sir, your phone number." The secretary wearing a mask came over with the phone again, handed it to Prime Minister, then lowered his head and left quickly.
Kayson looked at the secretary with some confusion, and the next moment he suddenly shouted, "Rhyme!"
The secretary was a little embarrassed and looked at Prime Minister subconsciously. After seeing Prime Minister nod, he turned back and took off his mask, scratching his head in embarrassment.
Kayson pointed at him and Prime Minister.
Rhyme thought for a moment before reacting and said, "Mr. Prime Minister knows my identity."
"At first I thought you would go to Ministry of Magic, but I think your future is much brighter now than in Ministry of Magic." Only then did Kayson pat Rhyme on the shoulder with confidence, remembering that he had warned him during the exam when he was graduating from the seventh grade.
As Muggle-born wizard, it is best to stay away from those Pure-blood. I didn't expect that [he did it so thoroughly, and he stayed away from Wizarding World.
"But why are you wearing a mask?"
Rhyme said with some embarrassment, "I'm afraid you'll be angry."
Kayson looked confused. "What should I be angry about? But I am curious..." He lowered his voice slightly as he spoke.
"It's only been a while since you Hogwarts graduated... Logically speaking, your Muggle degree is only in elementary school."
Rhyme showed a smile unique to a top student.
"Well... I have been studying courses by myself when I was in Hogwarts, and then I took a day or two off to go back to take the exam, so my current academic qualifications are technically a senior high school."
"When you go to college... If you don't know where to apply, I recommend you go to Manchester. The civil engineering there is top-notch..."
Dumbledore gritted his teeth and watched Kayson attracting people to his alma mater, and dragged him away angrily.
When leaving, don't forget to say goodbye to Mr. Prime Minister and Rhyme.
"Remember, Manchester!" Kayson shouted.
"I think it is necessary for me to give you a graduation certificate from Hogwarts, so that next time you can say, remember, Hogwarts!" Dumbledore said sourly, and the weird tone showed that he had deep opinions on that Manchester.