From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 Hogwarts Sunday is always quiet and peaceful, and today is no exception.

　　 But in the empty classroom at the corner of the castle, the silence was broken by a group of quarreling students.

　　 "Brother Weasley, this is the weekend, early in the morning, what can't we say in the morning or even at noon?"

　　The speaker wore a pair of celestial dark circles under the eyes, and the momentum of fighting with you without giving an explanation.

In the past, this kind of skirmish will be quickly stopped by the rest of the people, but today, everyone is silent in tacit understanding, and has no intention of stepping up. It is only 5:30 on Sunday. If the Weasley brothers don’t Give everyone a good explanation, then just wait to be hung upside down on the tower.

"Say? Hehe, there are so many Hufflepuffs of you. He entrusted a senior man who got up early to call someone out-do you know how these two **** called me? Let the owl give me one in the morning A yelling letter and also asked me to bring others out!"

　　‘The roaring letter is too bad! ’

　　 This was almost everyone's first reaction, and then it was an uncontrollable smile.

　　 "Laughing, what laughter--the people in our dormitory said, if you don't give a reasonable explanation, they are going to attack you and hang you at the door of Filch's office!"

　　 "What bad words did you say in the morning!"

　　 "That's right, you are not afraid of being caught by that smelly cat!"

　　……

　　 Probably the punishment was too harsh, causing everyone to curse the hapless person who was awakened by the yelling letter.

At the center of the topic, the Weasley brothers looked at these called friends with a sense of accomplishment—everyone was a frequent visitor to Filch’s office, the messenger of the Hogwarts Secret Path and the Shadows, and Pi Pei Gui's companion,...the administrator's lifelong enemy.

　　 Calling someone in the morning, of course the two of them did it deliberately-anyway, their Quidditch Captain Wood had called people up early to prepare for Quidditch training, and the explosive message they heard last night had to be dealt with early. Is it true that they are the only ones working hard for the benefit of the collective?

　　Of course not, the right choice is to work hard for a goal together!

　　 As for yelling and believing, they all mean nothing in the face of this terrible question.

"What's the noise?" The two looked at each other, got down from the sitting table, and landed on the ground. "We have an urgent matter to inform everyone. This is because we are taking a huge risk and may cause our confinement to be extended. It came out—the new Professor William, who came up with a lot of papers, not only exams, but also homework for practice after class."

"real or fake?"

　　 "God!"

　　……

　　 "Of course it is true. We had been in confinement last night and took a lot of risk to find out."

　　 The two said in unison, guaranteeing the reliability of this news-but this did not make everyone who was talking about it happy at all.

"Homework after class? What kind of news is this? We already have it-yesterday I did those papers to do a little bit, but in the morning I was woken up by you. I knew it was this. I had to sleep a little longer and nothing else. If you do, I’ll go first—by the way, you’ll have to wait until I get enough sleep."

　　 The student with dark circles lost interest in an instant. He still has a paper to write, and he has a lot of homework when he wakes up.

　　 "What do you mean by this? This is the message we worked so hard to come up with! You are depraved!"

　　 "Just treat it as more essays. Anyway, I think I will be able to excel after finishing those homework and asking me to do the beginning papers-maybe the professor is right, and my foundation has indeed fallen."

　　 "Are you finished? That's four papers!"

　　 The other fifth-grade students were amazed, they were not as cruel as the liver, and the paper nodded even more.

　　 "Let me copy the paper?"

　　 "Okay, when I wake up, ask me to take it-I'm too sleepy, I have nothing else to leave beforehand."

　　 "Okay, see you later."

　　As the classroom door was closed, everyone once again turned their eyes to the Weasley brothers-the fifth graders don’t care, what are you worried about in the fourth grade?

"Everyone, if we don’t go back again, Wood will be killed, and Quidditch training will begin soon-so to make a long story short, the fifth graders probably think that so many test papers are normal, but if Professor Lockhart gets bored What should I do if I lose the fan game? What if more terrible things happen, and the professors of other subjects also learn from class tests?"

　　 "No? The professors have their own class skills. The new professor has only been here for less than a year, so he can let other professors follow the class exam?"

　　 "Why not? We heard yesterday that Professor Bins is very likely to take a history of magic exam!"

　　 "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

　　 The crowd from second to seventh grade began to exclaim-Professor Bins is the most stable professor recognized by the students!

　　 "Well, we have to go to training, I hope you can discuss a good way to deal with it-the future of those of us depends on you."

　　 The twins hurriedly left the classroom after speaking, leaving behind everyone who was shocked and sleepless.

　　……

　　 "Whose idea came from the last 4th grade discussion? We didn't come, but didn't we deal with it very well?"

　　 Everyone who is really undecided thinks that the last idea seems to be quite good ~www.readwn.com~ is the Weasley brothers, but Professor Lockhart's club is indeed very popular. "

　　 "Then we should do it?"

　　 The person who said this noticed that the eyes of the people around him had changed-he felt that he was despised.

"Professor Lockhart has a fan base for many years, and it is understandable that there are more fans in Hogwarts—Professor William has only been here for less than a month, and the school has inexplicably added a lot of fans? What is the picture? Show him a lot of test papers? Show him a lot of homework? Show him a knowledgeable and humorous course?"

　　 "Ahem, as far as the sixth grade course is concerned, Professor William taught quite well."

　　 The sixth grader couldn't help but interrupt.

　　 "Seventh grade too, I feel good."

　　 "This is not a class, nor is it in Filch's office. Are we discussing this?"

　　 The speaker looked at the two people who stood up to interrupt, and felt that there was a traitor in the team.

"Find something for the new professor--who writes well, imitate a bold girl, send a love letter directly, don't point it out too directly, just say that considering the impact, you secretly love the kind, secretly pass it over and let the professor find it! "

　　 "Too bad, right?"

　　 "It's okay. When this year is about to end, I will say that I have realized that I am wrong, send a good blessing, and say that I will remember this time. As long as it is not exposed, the professor will only treat it as a good memory."

　　 The speaker boldly added details, but to his surprise, there was no applause or applause.

　　 "Mrs. Loris!"

　　 Someone yelled, and then everyone rushed to the door.

　　 Amidst the sound of jumping and jumping, students shouting to each other to run fast, Hogwarts weekend began.