Hogwarts from another world

Matthew just glanced at the news briefly, and then he suddenly felt a little funny

There are criminals escaping from Azkaban. Isn’t this something that happens all the time? This is not news, it can make headlines.

What's more, the names and information of several fugitives were not given in the entire news; it was only mentioned that the Ministry of Magic's special personnel stationed in Azkaban who were responsible for the night watch that day had been severely punished.

What's the difference between this and no report?

But speaking of it, he should go on a "smuggling" trip with Mr. Shafiq tonight.

If you're not lucky, you might have to live in Azkaban for a while.

Matthew threw the newspaper aside and left Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

He went to the Leaky Cauldron not far away, had a simple breakfast there, and did some personal business of his own.

Night came soon.

As soon as it got dark, Mr. Shafiq took the rare step of ordering the clerks to close the bookstore early.

At the same time, he gave Matthew a look.

Matthew quickly returned an "understood" expression to Mr. Shafik, and then returned to the basement and the damp and dark cabin that belonged to him.

He changed out of the clerk's uniform at Flourish and Blotts and put on a wizard's robe without any logo; in addition, he also put on his own dragon skin gloves; at the same time, he felt a little regretful that Theodore Nott's dragon skin The protective clothing is not around, otherwise he would definitely put it on

Sitting on the bed, he flipped through the second grade textbook, for example, and waited patiently.

I've been waiting for quite some time.

Until the time on the watch showed eleven o'clock at night

The door of the hut was suddenly knocked lightly.

Matthew quickly put down the book, picked up the wand, and walked out.

Mr. Shafiq was waiting for him outside the door, along with another clerk from Flourish and Blotts.

Matthew couldn't pronounce his name for the moment. He only remembered that he seemed to be a relatively taciturn adult wizard in the bookstore.

There were only three people, and the number of members participating in this smuggling "activity" was smaller than Matthew imagined.

“Keep your voice down, Wakefield,” Mr. Shafiq warned. “Try not to make too much noise.”

"Yeah." Matthew nodded.

The three of them walked out of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore together and came to the dark Diagon Alley late at night.

Since it was already very late, most of the shops in Diagon Alley were closed.

The long cobblestone street was empty, with no pedestrians in sight.

It was obviously not the first time that Mr. Shafiq had done this. He did not act rashly, but carefully observed that there were no wizards around.

After confirming that there would be no witnesses, he gave Matthew and another wizard a look, gesturing for them to follow.

The taciturn clerk, like Matthew, seemed to have no experience in doing this before; both of them were a little at a loss, so they quickly followed him.

"Mr. Shafik, don't we use Apparition and Floo Network?" Matthew asked curiously while trying to keep up with Mr. Shafik's pace.

"Of course it cannot be used." Mr. Shafik replied in a low voice while observing the surroundings carefully: "Whether it is the Apparition Network, Floo Network or Portkey, the Ministry of Magic has very strict surveillance. Every time it is used, It will leave records. Once discovered, everything will be exposed, so it must not be used.”

"Quick, follow" he urged.

Matthew noticed that the direction Mr. Shafiq was heading was not towards the Leaky Cauldron.

They walked for about five minutes, then walked around Gringotts, trying their best to avoid being noticed by the goblins inside.

"This way, quick" Mr. Shafiq waved towards them again.

Only then did Matthew notice that Mr. Shafiq led them into a side road.

Looks like Knockturn Alley

In other words, this used to be Knockturn Alley. As early as a year ago, Matthew knew that the dark magic items shop here had been forced to close by the Ministry of Magic, and the entire alley was deserted.

Even so, as they walked along the dirty path, they could still see some scary things in the windows next to them.

For example, in a huge display window opposite, several shrunken human heads are eerily displayed.

In the dark night, the alley is quiet and eerie, the wind howls coldly, and from time to time you can hear the rustling of leaves and the screams of wild cats.

Matthew was okay, but his other companion, the taciturn adult clerk, had begun to tremble.

"Don't be afraid, hold on for a while," Mr. Shafik encouraged them: "There is an exit from Diagon Alley on this road. We can only go here because we can't leave through the exit of the Leaky Cauldron. There are too many people there. It’s a mixed bag, and it’s easy to be discovered.”

"Yeah" Matthew nodded.

The other companion, who was so frightened that his hair stood on end, was speechless.

Fortunately, the exit Mr. Shafiq mentioned was not far away.

Almost ten minutes later, they passed through a wall and successfully left the dirty, dark and gloomy alley.

Matthew noticed that the three of them had arrived on the streets of London.

"Let's walk there," Matthew asked with some confusion.

"No, let's fly there." Mr. Shafik shook his head first, and then explained: "You come with me."

They walked through a Muggle street and found a very remote phone booth that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. None of the surrounding Muggles seemed to be able to see this phone booth that greatly affected the "city appearance".

Mr. Shafiq opened the door of the phone booth, and Matthew discovered that there were several broomsticks hidden inside.

"Wakefield, can you ride a broomstick?" Mr. Shafiq asked.

Matthew spread his hands.

Obviously, this was his first experience with this type of transportation.

"It doesn't matter, then you sit behind me." Mr. Shafiq said without hesitation, and then he took out two broomsticks from the phone booth.

He rode one himself and threw the other to another clerk.

Matthew noticed that unlike the broomsticks seen in Quidditch shops, the one in Mr. Shafiq's hand had no label or number.

"Let's go"

After Matthew and the other clerk were seated firmly on the broomstick, Mr. Shafiq gave the order without hesitation.

The two broomsticks suddenly rose into the sky, and they disappeared into the London night.