From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Good morning, children."

　　 William walked into the classroom cheerfully-Adams told a particularly wonderful joke about trolls and goblins during breakfast. The effect was so good that even Professor McGonagall almost didn't crash.

　　 This successfully solved the problem that William hadn't been very interested since he woke up in the morning, because it was cloudy again today.

　　 But when he greeted the students, he was surprised to find that the students were not very interested.

　　 "Huh? Did something happen? You all look pretty listless."

　　William thought that the class was not boring, and it would not make the students unhappy. At the end of the last class, everyone was in high spirits, wasn't it?

　　 "Professor, if you are in the break room, it is not surprising-we started the inspection at 5 o'clock in the morning."

"an examination?"

　　 William confused this student-if I remember correctly, was he still listening to Adams telling a joke in the morning?

　　 "Yes, check, professor, Gryffindor checked in the morning, check the people who don't come home at night, it will be just five o'clock!"

　　 Check the night at six o'clock in the morning and do not return home?

　　 is a bit reasonable-but the time comes a little bit later, the next Monday is a little bit wicked to call people up early on Monday?

　　 "Gryffindor checked, so why are you listless?"

　　 "Gryffindor caught three pairs, and then the prefects informed each other, and the other colleges also started self-examination."

　　 "That—"

　　William just wanted to say why he didn't hear it at the dinner table, and he immediately realized the problem-the deans of the colleges knew how much he found out, how could he put it on the table for talks?

　　Although other professors will surely know about it one after another, no one will take the initiative to poke it out as a means of talking.

　　 "Okay, I got it—" William suppressed his curiosity and announced the class, "But no matter what, the class has to continue. Pack the books and start the class."

　　 "Hey, professor, don't you ask why Percy suddenly wanted to search the students?"

　　Percy? William was stunned-is this because he praised yesterday so he is ready to redouble his efforts to perform his duties? Or do you feel that there are fewer students being supervised and are trying to get the heads together?

　　 However, this is an internal matter of the students. William has no intention of intervening, let alone the intention of inquiring. It makes sense for the prefect to catch the students who violate the rules.

　　 But the students below are anxious. The professor is not curious. They are still curious. I cut the melon in half and put it in the refrigerator. Why?

　　 "I'm not curious, but here is a piece of advice to all of you by the way-curiosity will kill the cat."

William replied earnestly, then put down the textbook, held the podium with both hands apart, and leaned down, "Whenever or where, when you hear an inappropriate sound, the first time you hear an inappropriate sound, it is not a curious probe, but a wand out and a glance. In places where you can hide people, try to lean your back against the wall, and then fight back at any time, so you can avoid more than 70% of the danger."

　　 "Professor, why is it only 70%?"

　　 "Because the magic world is too dangerous, you are not just facing people, even the wall you are leaning against may have problems."

　　 This novel theory immediately caught the attention of the students-the sixth grade still elects this course, more or less have the urge to take risks.

　　 "Professor, tell me in detail, you must have a bunch of excellent adventure stories."

　　 I'm sorry-it's all hearsay, there is no one of my own stories, and who knows how true or false the Azkaban group is?

　　 But the professor's face must be preserved, and William simply touted Professor Lockhart.

"Adventure stories? Professor Lockhart is the master of adventure. I don’t have much adventure experience. Some of them are even from other experienced adventurers. These experiences come from their word of mouth. You know, those people. If you just twist it, you can squeeze half a bottle of wine."

　　 But this kind of refusal didn't make much difference. On the contrary, the students were more interested in listening to the story-how can it be interesting to listen to the story in class?

　　 "Okay, okay, let me just say a paragraph, if you feel bad, we will immediately take today's course."

　　 Anyway, it is nothing more than telling the course prepared later in the form of a story. If the progress cannot be kept up, the course will be quickly pulled back after a few papers-William subconsciously temporarily forgot the idea of ​​only using the test paper for fifth-grade students.

　　 "Well, where does this story begin-it should start in the middle of an expedition."

　　 William cleared his throat.

　　 "Because most of the roads were blocked..."

William even choreographed a section of smugglers who had to turn to the mountains because the road was blocked by a striker and changed it into an explorer version. This is one of the most vivid stories he has heard in Azkaban. Today It is quite effective to coax students out.

　　 "So, Professor, that group of people met cats and leopards?"

　　 William, who was talking on the stage, was stunned. He just talked about killing people in the night camp. Someone shook his head?

　　 What is the difference between listening to cross talk and revealing the burden of people, reading the first page of Conan's comics and discovering that there is a person on his face that says this is a murderer?

'beat him. ’

　　 This was the first order that came to William's mind, but he soon realized that it was not Azkaban.

　　 He looked at which student was so bold, but found that that fellow was already shrouded in the hateful eyes of the other students.

　　‘Forget it. ’

　　 William thought, and then began to change the subject——

"Yes, it is a cat and leopard-one of the most dangerous magical creatures publicly recognized by the Ministry of Magic, a five-X-level creature, an assassin in the mountains. Its eyes have the ability to hypnotize and contemplate. Please run if you encounter it. Hurry up-Apparition immediately, or call for support immediately, if you can't do it, please feel confident to greet you and show a confident smile."

　　 "But, professor, we learned in the magical biology class. Cats and leopards are not afraid of wizards. Even a pair of wizards can't scare him away with magic?"

　　 "I didn't say to scare it away, boy, if you do this, you will die with dignity."

　　 William responded mildly, and then all the students began to burst into laughter.

"Well, although our story has been interrupted, I have to solemnly repeat it here. When you want to take risks, you must pay attention to four things-first, always master your own magic wand. Second, choose your own companions. Even the strongest wall is not as good as a good teammate to protect your back. Third, prepare food and lodging in advance. Fourth, and most importantly, bring it. Enough but not greedy money."

　　 Many students recorded this, which made William a little bit frustrated-he is also a theoretical school, and there is really no practical operation yet.

　　‘If you can find the right companion during the summer vacation, why don’t you try to take a risk - wait, I’m still cursed, isn’t the adventure just for death? ’

　　 Quickly throwing the thought out of his head, William glanced at the time.

　　 "The time is a bit awkward now-it's too late for the original class, and the theory can't be finished. What shall we do?"

　　 "Speaking theory? Professor, originally you intended?"

　　 "Operation class, you always have to do it. You are all sixth-grade students. It's impossible to use a magic wand for a year?"

　　 The originally active students became silent almost all of a sudden—the story is nice, but how can it compare to hands-on lessons?

You should know that the sixth grade students will gradually reach the age of seventeen within this year-this is the age of adults in the magic world, and it also means that they are no longer bound by the rule that minors are not allowed to cast laws outside school. .

But those who travel a hundred miles are half and ninety. For juvenile wizards, the hardest thing to get through is this time. They can’t wait to tie themselves to a magic wand. They missed a lesson on using magic wands, and they didn’t even sleep in the morning. If you are enough, you will forget it.

"Well, don’t hang your head over there. There are less than 30 minutes left. Let’s just talk about the theoretical knowledge to be mastered in the next class, and leave you review homework by the way-if you can hand it in before the next class If the paper is good enough, then we can use the entire class time to actually operate it."

　　 In the past, such a proposal would definitely be opposed by the students, but it is too attractive for the whole audience to actually operate it in the next class.

The sixth-grade students listened to the class with an attitude second only to the beaten fifth-grade students. They even forgot their daily answers, and they were all engrossed in taking notes—just like Professor McGonagall said. As before, these children who have obtained certificates in the OWLs exam are not too bad in terms of their learning ability.

"Okay, the above is all the knowledge to be mastered in the next class-a bit scary, but we must actually do it. After class, remember the paper. If someone doesn't bring it in the next class, I have to regret letting him here. The side classroom is complete."

　　 William clapped his hands, stretched his waist, smiled and gave out his sixth grade classmates.

　　——

　　 "Early in the morning, catching the students who did not return home at night-Percy is also hard enough, and people don't know if they have been sent to Mr. Filch. Those children are really miserable,"

　　 William shook his head, feeling that he should not join in the fun.

　　 But he was not the only professor who had a class in the first morning.

　　 When William walked to the staff lounge, Adams had mysteriously approached him.

　　 "William, do you know what happened in the morning?"

　　 "I probably knew a little bit, all the students were listless, and they searched at five o'clock in the morning-if this is not found, I guess the prefects could be scolded to death by the students."

"Hush - that is nominally, in fact, not the beginning of the investigation night out, but Filch found that morning on the road outside the castle inside there dripping blood!"

　　 "Ah! Who was injured then?"

　　 William suddenly became energetic, and the laziness after class disappeared.

　　‘Is the curse still coming? Damn it, why did you come at the students? ’

　　 "Small voice!"

　　 Adams frowned, then glanced at the professors around him, then said mysteriously.

　　 "So at that time, Mr. Filch went crazy looking for him in the school castle, and then he found Percy in the castle."

　　 "Percy?"

"Yes, Percy-it was not even five o'clock at the time. Although Percy was the prefect, it was too early, especially since Percy was desperate at the time. Filch rushed to ask him, but Percy said he didn't see any strange people here overnight."

　　 "One night? He didn't sleep?"

　　 William asked curiously.

　　 "You or me?"

　　 Adams raised his eyebrows.

　　 "You say, you say."

"Well, Percy said that he didn't sleep all night, and several oil paintings that stayed up late to play cards testified. Then Percy suggested to check the students in the lounge with the excuse of not coming home in order to avoid panic. That's why the group of students suffered Troubleshoot."

　　 "Well, I caught a lot of people who didn't return home at night."

　　 "Yes, Filch's office is full, but fortunately, no one was injured."

　　 William became more confused as he listened. If no one is hurt-what about blood?

　　 "Do you want to ask where the blood is?"

　　 Adams asked mysteriously.

　　 "Yes, where is the blood?"

　　 "One of Hagrid's **** died. It might have been bitten by some animal. Those are chicken blood."

　　 Adams said quite smoothly, but at the end of the story, he couldn't help but laugh.

　　 Then the atmosphere in the entire office became active-all the professors who were doing their own things, or seemed to be doing their own things, laughed.

　　 "Professor William, you are the eighth fool-Professor Adams ran to find out the news in the morning."

　　 Can't these professors be serious?

　　 William rolled his eyes madly.

　　 "William, speed, find something to do~www.readwn.com~Professor Singid is here!"

　　 Adams's eager laughter urged.

　　 William immediately picked up a book from his usual desk, and then began to turn to a place where he didn't even know which page it was.

　　‘Cock, it’s bitten to death, is it a weasel? ’

　　‘Is there a weasel in the magical world of Britain? ’

　　‘The blood dripped down to the entrance of the castle. It didn’t look like a wild animal. Hagrid’s house was so close to the Forbidden Forest. If the weasel, why not escape to the Forbidden Forest? ’

　　 A **** is not a big problem—William had the idea of ​​hitting a **** himself.

He even said to Hagrid that, if possible, he hopes to send a few chickens to Hagrid so that William can try the recipes-the little elves really can’t make a few oriental dishes, and William is already greedy for big chickens. For a long time.

　　‘If the blood stains at the gate of the castle, could the students do it? ’

　　‘But if it’s a student, why don’t they just kill the rooster and not take the chicken? That's edible ingredients. ’

　　‘No, Hagrid’s rooster may also be stolen-this has to be asked. If there is no stolen, then you have to look up, maybe those bad kids will use chicken blood. ’

　　 During this time, William read a lot of books about using blood to release dark magic, and his thoughts began to drift over there.

　　’Benxian is played by people. It’s impossible for anyone to touch the rituals of those funny magic books. I have to pay attention. ’

　　 In William's mind came the pictures of the supernatural enthusiasts he had met before. In the magical world, there are really more magical things about supernatural beings.

　　 "I didn't even understand this knowledge-who knows if those strange magic books will deceive the soul?"