From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "I have a foreboding that something bad will happen."

　　 "Yes, the mystery is disturbed, and the days at Hogwarts will not be peaceful anymore."

　　 After Professor Kettleborn left, Adams looked worried, and Singid was equally cautious.

　　 "What do you two pretend to be a professor of fortune-telling——I remember the herbal medicine class you took one by one, and the alchemy of a professor, and you can't even touch it, right?"

　　 William sneered at the mysterious expressions of the two of them, and sneered ruthlessly, "I dare you, even if you send a crystal ball to you two by one, you can only see the reflection of things around you from inside."

It's not that they haven't talked about divination-related issues. There are too few talented divination masters. If the Ministry of Magic had not allocated a large amount of special funds to maintain this course every year, this course would have become The sixth grade elective course is the same as alchemy.

　　 Therefore, one of the three is counted as one, and it is normal that they are all divination idiots—digital divination, astrological divination, tea divination, crystal ball divination, etc. A series of things, they all cook fairly averagely, and they don’t know anything.

　　 "No, William, this is your problem. Although we don't understand divination, you don't understand Professor Kettleborn."

　　 Adams rarely came back without ridicule, and defended quite seriously.

　　 "The old professors are very good, they can be played by young people, and they have no arrogance. Although they have committed some problems before, they are about to retire now, right?"

　　 "It is precisely because Professor Keitelburn is about to retire that we suspect that he is going to make a big deal-I doubt that he intends to remedy the tradition that he destroyed."

　　 "Tradition?"

William was stunned, and then instantly thought of the famous example of this professor-because the magical creatures provided by the professor for performances burned down the auditorium, since then, Hogwarts has strictly prohibited all kinds of meanings. Repertoire.

"Yes, you guessed it right. It may be an opera-Professor Keitelburn is about to retire. I just saw him listening very happily. I suspect that he wants to play a big game now, and have a show in school before retiring. An opera performance."

　　 Adams looked at William and nodded in recognition of his thoughts.

"No way?"

William questioned, but he didn't believe it himself-this lively old man was too old for his qualifications, Professor McGonagall would definitely not be able to stop him, and Dumbledore would not be embarrassed to stop him-none of this counts. What, but if you add Professor Lockhart who likes to show off, God knows what will happen!

After today’s performance inspired Professor Keitelburn’s desire for opera, it is hard for William to believe that Professor Keitelburn will not cooperate with Professor Lockhart. Although he usually likes to eat melons and watch the excitement, he still has something to do with him. Carrying a curse!

　　 The school auditorium was burned last time and a large number of teachers and students were admitted to the hospital. This time the new professor was sent to the hospital for lack of arms or legs. It sounds like there is no logical problem at all.

Professor Keitelburn was the one who had his limbs removed in two and a half. William had no doubt that an accident had actually occurred. This professor could remove a leg for him-what he knew alone could cause permanent damage. The magical creature in the wound can't be counted by one hand!

　　——

People like Professor Kettleborn’s age will certainly not listen to other people’s advice. In fact, this old professor did not show up at the dinner table at night. According to the castle’s portrait, the current old professor has become incomparable. Energetic.

　　 For this reason, William began to carry a large amount of Baixian with him to heal injuries, and increased the amount of dung stone that he carried with him-an all-purpose antidote in herbal medicine-to three pieces.

　　 What can he do?

　　 When Professor Keitelburn began to prepare plans, even if Professor McGonagall’s advice was of no use, could he, a new professor, manage the old comrades?

　　Besides, he is just guessing... How can it be convicted because of guessing, why not?

　　 Don’t look at Adams and the others joking around. When the old professor is short of people, they will definitely sign up. What can an old professor who has dedicated his life have?

　　——

Unexpectedly, Professor Lockhart's club was a big success. On the first night of the beginning, there was a long line in his office, although those who asked questions did not forget when they came out. Ask for a signature, but this does not affect Professor Lockhart’s loss of prestige among students.

　　Even at the dinner table the next day, Professor Lockhart began to take the initiative to talk about his courses-this was the first time this happened since the first failed class.

　　 "To show them the distance, clinging to a spell will only make their knowledge superficial. I guess they must be looking forward to today's course. Then, see you later, Professor William."

　　 Lockhart greeted William and the others, then got up and went to the classroom.

'It’s okay to look at the distance, Professor Lockhart, I hope you don’t cooperate with Professor Keitelburn. You just bring some dead songs to the show. If the old professor really wants to play a drama, I doubt the curse effect can wait. You will have to leave school during the rehearsal when it is released. ’

But this obviously cannot be said-whether it is the curse of the course or the burning of the auditorium by the old professor, it is not a secret. William knows something. It is obviously impossible for Hogwarts graduate Professor Lockhart to not know. Not only does it have no warning effect, but it will offend a bunch of people.

　　 With a sigh, William put down the cutlery, got up and left the table.

　　 "Then I'm going to class, see you later."

"See you."

　　——

　　 "Good morning, classmates, I haven't seen you for a week, how do you feel today?"

　　 "It feels good professor~www.readwn.com~ but it's a pity not to wear a hat."

　　 The bold student took William's words.

　　 It was the seventh grade students who picked up hats to go to Professor Snape's class last time. After the incident, Professor McGonagall strictly prohibited students from his school from wearing hats during class.

　　A bunch of students also smirked. Professor Snape was too partial to his own college, and he had a very poor evaluation of the students' stroke.

　　 "Okay, let's leave the hat-wearing thing as it is. The gentleman agrees that you will not wear a hat in my class. I will not deduct your marks for the hat-that's the thing."

　　 William made an exaggerated gesture of closing a deal, then patted the table.

　　 "Well, now, let's not talk about hats, um-internship is traffic except for wearing, so let's talk about Apparition."

　　 "Now, those who have taken the Apparition Exam, raise your hand."

　　 Everyone in the classroom raised their hands—people who can teach themselves to improve classes are indispensable in other magic.

　　 "It's great-although we didn't plan to teach, it's great that everyone is good at it."

　　 "Then, who will tell me what is the most likely problem with Apparition."

　　 "Separate, Professor."

　　 A Gryffindor raised his hand and answered the question.

　　 "There is no problem, but the problem is too simple, no extra points."

　　 A voice of loss came from below, but William calmly ignored it.

　　 "Yes, split-one of the most common injuries. In this lesson, let's talk about how to deal with common wounds."

　　 In the second class at the beginning of school, William changed his course schedule for the first time due to worry.

　　Ps there is during the day