From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Hagrid, are you there, Hagrid?"

Next to the hunter's hut, William called out loudly before he approached-he was a pragmatist. Since there is no class today, he should just investigate the matter again.

Although theoretically speaking, the death of a rooster in school is not a big deal, but he is now carrying a curse. Last year, a professor died because of this curse, so he was not careful.

Although in theory, Professor Lockhart was accompanied by the hapless person, but this does not reassure William at all-he is a famous adventurer and the recipient of the Merlin Medal. As for him, one has just come out of Azkaban. All prisoners can go through the prison when they cross.

In such a comparison, William, no matter how confident he is, does not think that Professor Lockhart will back him up. Therefore, he is very cautious about the school's emergencies.

‘If I don’t investigate, I can’t expect others to come, right? How stupid is that to leave life-critical matters in the hands of others? ’

While thinking this way, William shouted from a distance to the cabin.

The surrounding roads are a bit messy, and William really doesn’t worry about stepping on it—he talked to Professor Keitelburn a few days ago, and the other party was full of praise for Hagrid, claiming that Hagrid had superb qualities in the magical creature Most wizards have no spirituality.

This is probably the most terrifying compliment of Hogwarts. Professor Kettleborn has broken two and a half limbs because of the magical creature...

Normally, William still had the courage to rush through, but now this situation of throwing chickens, William is not sure what trap Hagrid will set up-they can lose their own legs when they play with magical creatures, and other people's legs. How much can you care?

"Hagrid, are you there, Hagrid?"

William shouted loudly again—he didn't think his hearsay knowledge could break the trap of living in the forbidden forest for a half his life.

"Is it William? Why don't you come?"

"I heard that you lost a cock. I think it's messy around. I'm afraid you will get off the clamp."

"No clip--" Hagrid's voice rose a little, but he didn't control it well.

William suddenly felt a blast of thunder in his ears, although a small wind passed by, the leaves on the ground were obviously floating and swirling.

‘No, no, what are you doing so loudly. ’

William suppressed the embarrassment that he didn't know where he was, and walked over quickly.

"How messy the surrounding grass is, I thought you set a trap."

He waved his hand and greeted him, rubbing his aching ear with the effort of coming back-by the way, does Hagrid always keep his tone down?

"No arrangement. When Dumbledore recommended me to be a hunting field guard, he told me sternly that it is strictly forbidden to set up traps at Hogwarts. It would hurt the children."

As Hagrid talked, he pointed his finger at the surrounding bushes, "Those are dry teeth. It probably thinks that the murderer will stay there. When I wake up in the morning, I will look around for those bushes."

Rummaging?

William was stunned, then walked quickly over and looked around—he was expecting to be able to find people or weasel hair or something from inside. Now those places are rummaging in a mess. It's Sherlock Holmes. She would cry, let alone a layman.

After looking over it reluctantly, and finally determined that he didn't have that talent, William stood up.

"Hagrid, where is that chicken?"

"Haha, don't worry, it's almost done. I checked it carefully. It is not poisonous. Don't go back to the castle for lunch. I just got a good bottle of wine."

"stew?"

"Why, do you want to eat grilled? But if it's grilled, there is too little meat-there is a rooster left. I have to rely on it to call me to get up, not to kill."

Suddenly, William didn't want to speak anymore, he walked quickly to the pot and lifted the lid.

Well, the **** was mutilated perfectly.

"How did it die?"

"I was drained of blood. It should have been killed by a fox or something. Maybe I should buy another one, or there will be a rooster left."

...

William exchanged greetings with Hagrid again, and then decisively rejected Hagrid’s invitation to stay and wait for lunch, and went straight back to the castle. Although the victimized rooster was destroyed by Hagrid, his guess was still lost. proved.

This is definitely not made by animals, but made by man.

‘It’s a pity that Mr. Filch and the house elves are too diligent, otherwise, the blood at the gates of the castle can also be used as evidence. ’

William did not go to Hagrid the first time. The first thing he ran to investigate was the blood stains at the gate of the castle, but those who had been cleaned up by the house elves were clean-although William wanted to curse, he There is really no way to complain.

Even the professional police in the Sherlock Holmes Detective Collection will accidentally destroy important scenes, let alone them who are completely laymen-besides, even if the traces are left, William can't understand it.

‘I’m neither a major in criminal investigation nor a **** fan of detective novels. It’s too embarrassing to come to Hogwarts to investigate the case. ’

"Don’t panic, you don’t understand the trace anyway—even if it’s really a weasel, it’s nothing but a waste of effort. Investigating can make you feel at ease. Is it a major incident involving one of your legs or other organs? Nothing to lose. ’

Comforting himself in this way, William began to have fun in his hardships, using his spare time to watch Conan cultivate a talent that could not even be lit by Detective 0.

"Motivation for the crime, the blood of the rooster."

"The time of the crime, from last night to this morning-damn, I forgot to ask Hagrid about when the rooster died!"

William, who didn't have Detective 0, found himself missing important clues at the first moment of calming down.

‘Don’t worry, William, keep your mind steady, remembering that it is the result of the result just like what you did. If you think about it, there will be problems. ’

Taking a deep breath, he fetched a piece of chocolate from his pocket.

William slowly ate the chocolate, then took out the paper and pen from his carrying bag, and sat down in an empty classroom with no classes.

"Very good, with paper and notes."

[Motivation for the crime; Seeking for the blood of the rooster]

[Time of committing the crime; to be determined (multiple research required, Mr. Filch, house elf, Hagrid are all worth asking questions)]

[Methods of committing crimes; killing the **** by biting the **** and removing the blood. 】

‘Very good, now go further. ’

[Guess one; the opponent enters and exits the castle through the hall and gate. (It's easy to rule out, the first question is)]

Guess 2: The opponent entered and exited the castle through the secret tunnel, and brought blood into the castle. (You can ask for oil painting.)

Third, the opponent's magic is superb and opened Filch's lock (impossible, cross it out.)

The opponent has the possibility of being invisible at all times.

…

The more William thought about it, the more confused he got, and he even lost the format when he wrote.

‘Damn cloudy sky. ’

He muttered, then stuffed himself another chocolate.

‘Seriously, your life is in your hands! ’

Take a deep breath and calm yourself down, William continued to write on the paper.

[The other party may be very familiar with the castle, and is familiar with the freedom to enter and exit the castle, suspected to be...]

‘I shouldn’t focus all on them-that group of children don’t have to be investigated, they are too many people in confinement, if this is just an attempt, most of them can be my help. ’

Crossing out the upper line, William began to write and draw on the paper again.

When someone tried to open the door of the classroom, he suddenly pulled out his wand vigilantly.

‘Damn it, look at this, your vigilance is low! ’

"Oh—Professor William, it's me, Lockhart."

The visitor showed his iconic smile and teeth-I have to say that his teeth are really good. They belong to the kind of perfection that the dentist can't wait to get them to make a specimen exhibition for everyone to see when they see it.

"Professor Lockhart, do you want to use this room for class?"

"Oh, no, no, no, Professor William, I've made a special trip to find you."

Lockhart’s smile became brighter, making William feel a little uneasy—he had a prioritized hearing and a specialization in surgery. Maybe Lockhart was better at dealing with curses than Dumbledore. He had discovered that Is there any way to remove the curse, for example, pushing the curse to another person?

'What am I thinking? Damn it! ’

William brought himself another piece of chocolate, and the warm feeling floated from his stomach, dispelling all his discomfort.

"Professor Lockhart. Can you come?"

"Thank you, but no need, chocolate is not good for teeth, I don't usually eat it." Lockhart hesitated, rejected William's chocolate, and then made himself smile more brilliantly.

"That's it, Professor William, how do you say it, do you know my club?"

club? What does this have to do with the attack? Does anyone think that my confidant sister Lockhart is too comfortable and want to show him some color?

It should also be splashed with paint or dog blood-that rooster is innocent!

‘Wait, the rooster—there is no saying in the UK that dog blood is spilled. Rooster blood drives away evil spirits? Is there such a legend? Should I write this one? ’

"Professor William?"

"Oh, I'm listening, I just thought that Professor Lockhart's club must be very lively."

"It's great, and reservations are still in progress-so, some children have to come on weekends, and even weekends are not enough. In fact, I want to have a dinner on the weekend so that they can have a good evening with their own words. "

"A great idea, Professor Lockhart."

William was confused and could only agree.

"Yes, that's the case, but now we have some small problems, those children, they, um, have to be confined on weekends-so I wonder if we can spare one night to let them spend their time. Have a nice evening."

Now I understand-the co-author of the great adventurer did not take the death of the rooster seriously, this is to plead with the hapless group!

‘Did those bad boys give Professor Lockhart an addiction? Why did Professor Lockhart dare to speak like this? ’

This thought came to mind, but William did not directly reject it.

"Oh, Professor Lockhart, that's a good idea, but I'm afraid I can't promise you—you know, students hate unfairness."

"That's right, that's right."

"Although I really want to promise you, I am afraid that Professor McGonagall and the other three deans will not agree with this idea. In this way, the students will be divided into two groups. Do you think this is the case? If the dean agrees, I will definitely have no objection—otherwise the children who have to be confined are too pitiful."

"But, the dean's side—"

"Professor Lockhart, I believe in you, and your students believe in you."

William patted Professor Lockhart on the shoulder with an expression that I am optimistic about you-Professor Lockhart has been writing books for a long time, but is his last exam only written and interviews?

With a smile and expectation, William carried the long string of paper he had written down in one hand and left the empty classroom.

After Professor Lockhart's event, the cloudy sky didn't seem so frustrating anymore.

——

"I told you that Professor William, who was walking in the castle, ate a piece of chocolate and rushed into the empty classroom. We thought what the professor was doing—and we took a quiet look. Guess What is he doing?"

"Who knows."

"Research Magic~www.readwn.com~ Reply?"

In the Gryffindor lounge, a group of students were listening to the middle man bragging over there.

After many answers were changed back to negatives, the boy in the middle slowly announced the answer: "You can't even think of it-the professor is writing the paper!"

Hiss~

There is a sound of inhalation around~www.readwn.com~Walking and starting to write papers? impossible? "

"I saw it with my own eyes-when Lockhart passed, the Professor William was still writing and painting, so would the letter be so dynamic?"

"But, having said that, is it really feasible for Professor Huyou Lockhart to apply for the cancellation of one day's confinement?"

"Of course, don't forget, that club—"

The speaker seemed to remember something suddenly and shut up.

"What happened to the club?"

"It's okay, we can't find such a good way to escape confinement without a club."

"Cut~"

The people around made noises of disdain, and at this moment, a person ran in in a panic.

"Professor, here comes the professor!"

Suddenly the dog jumped up in the lounge—it was not a good thing for this group of students that the professor came.

"Pack things, visit chairs, cushions, cushions! Hurry up!"

"Candy! Dress!"

The group issued an order that they couldn't figure out the logic. At this moment, everyone was a commander—some things, the prefect can watch it, but the professor can't watch it.

"It's not Professor McGonagall, it's Professor William!"

In the panic, the informant delivered the most important information.

The messy lounge suddenly stopped, and several students who used their wands to move things put down the things and then turned their wands around.

"Ok?"

Just one word, but the meaning is very clear.

"Professor William asked me to call someone. He said that there is a good thing that can save us from a week of confinement. It will be gone if it is too late."

"What are you waiting for!"

The lounge boiled again.