Guling Pavilion.

A long-closed treasure house.

In such a huge space, there is only a notebook lying on the ground covered with dust.

Today, an old man opened the door to the treasure house.

He followed the clues left by that person and found this place.

After seeing this note, the old man was cautious and did not touch it with his hands.

The old magic wand was gently waving.

The diary flew up and opened automatically.

The old man's crescent glasses were printed with a "national treasure". At the same time, he unexpectedly heard someone cursing in his ear, which was a very familiar voice.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Oh." The old man showed a hint of surprise at this.

"What a irritating young man."

He said.

This diary is like a roaring letter, and it has a sound. When you open the notebook, someone roars!

hysteria.

“If the despicable Haidongbo gave me another chance, I would definitely commit suicide before being held in Azkaban.

It's really scary in that place.

Life is worse than death.

Even if I escape, it will always become my nightmare.

I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

These stupid ministry bureaucrats, these disgusting dementors.

One day, I will kill all the dementors, all!

Such disgusting things should not appear in the magic world at all!

I want to throw all the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic into the Ministry of Magic! I swear!"

Some people use blue ink to vent their emotions in this ordinary diary.

The feeling of resentment is beyond words.

Below this passage, there is a pseudonym.

Duvey Jones.

"Duvey Jones? It's you.

Did you ask me to come here to see your mental journey?

This is really interesting. Although you are not my most proud student, you are the most interesting person I have ever met."

The old man smiled softly and continued to turn the pages.

After reading this page, the person who reads the diary seemed to be interested in this diary.

He turned the page with his old wand and came to the first page.

On the first page of this diary, there are even more sloppy sentences written.

The sound it made became more and more crazy!

"Hell difficulty mission, when I open my eyes, is Azkaban in front of me?

What can I do to be with Bella, a crazy woman, and was sent to Azkaban!

No!!!

No, I want to escape from prison, so I don’t want to go to Azkaban.

I am innocent!

Damn Voldemort.

Damn Ministry of Magic.

Damn Dumbledore!

Minister, Auror, Striker, White Demon King, Dark Demon King and the damn bureaucrat of the Ministry of Magic!

You are all a bunch of idiots!

I will definitely come out of Azkaban!

These group of bird pools in the Ministry of Magic must pay the price for what they do!"

When the old man heard that he was called the White Demon King, he was speechless.

He raised the old magic wand and bounced away several evil curses hidden in the pages of the book, even more helpless.

"A naughty little guy."

He said.

Until now, the old man doesn't know how Duvey escaped from Azkaban.

He didn't even know where this little guy had gone.

He played with half of the people in the magic world.

It's really curious.

Just when the old man wanted to have a deeper understanding of Du Wei's psychological history.

Behind him, the door lock was opened.

A huge figure walked in.

Hagrid wore his big robe, jingling.

His face looked very ugly and he seemed to be about to vomit.

"Mr. Principal," he said to Dumbledore: "I have obtained what you want. Duvey left a curse on the door and turned the monster that opened the door into a pig.

He left a gold gallon and said it was for Harry Potter.

He said this was the price he bought invisible clothes, cash on delivery, and the money was cleared."

"Do you have both money and goods? OK, Hagrid."

Dumbledore didn't seem surprised that someone bought the Deathly Hallows with one gold coin.

Naturally, he put the diary in his hand into his clothes and said, "Okay, since you have got the stuff, let's go back. It's exciting to sit in the small car in Gulingge, isn't it?

Would you like to sit back with it again, Hagrid, but this time, I'm going to sit in the one in front of you.

Remember to get that golden gallon, it was for Mr. Porter.”

Dumbledore said mischievously, blinking at Hagrid, taking the car first, heading towards the Gringott ground building with lightning, making a "alou" sound.

Hearing the principal's words, Hagrid's expression became even more ugly. He forced himself to hold back his desire to vomit, put on windproof glasses and said, "Okay, little dwarf, let's start taking risks!"

The fairy in Guling Pavilion showed a malicious expression.

"Okay, sir, grab the railing in your hand."

The fairy looked at Hagrid maliciously and accelerated. The car headed towards the ground of Guling Pavilion at an astonishing speed!

A few minutes later, inside the hall of Gringott Bank.

The trembling seagrid of his feet fell on the ground of Guling Pavilion, and with a "wow", he spit out a lot of filth.

The fairy looked disgusted.

Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it.

"Hagir, it seems that your motion sickness is not very good."

Dumbledore said, pulling Hagrid out of Gringott and seeing the wizards in the bustling diagonal alley.

"Let's go back."

Dumbledore said.

"I will continue to look for a new teacher in the Black Magic Defense Class for the school. I hope this time, this teacher will take longer to class, and there are not many teachers who meet the regulations."

He thought a lot, and walked into the crowd with Hagrid and disappeared.

...

In the evening of 1982.

Unknown sea area.

An interval that cannot be located by magic.
To be continued...