From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 This is a temporarily changed room with the Batter Lounge. In addition to William, there are six prisoners in custody in the room.

　　 But the batters did not intend to ventilate the prisoners. Even if they were free, they started to look at the decoration of the room and did not chat with each other to pass the time, which made William panic.

　　 If it really came to recruit workers, just so few workers are worth so much trouble?

　　 Just when he was thinking about it, the first prisoner had already been sent inside, and the door of the room was locked tightly, without even revealing a sound.

　　 It’s not like training prisoners, it’s like looking for dead men—but why is Hogwarts looking for dead men? Form an army to attack the Ministry of Magic?

　　 Before William came up with the second possibility, the door of the room was pushed open.

　　 When the batter brought him into the house, he realized that he was second.

　　 This made him feel relieved. According to most of the story rules, he must first go up and lose. The second person like him to participate in the test is either a background board or a pull to make up the number. There is no need to worry about safety.

　　 When he entered the door, he quickly scanned the two interviewers, and found that he knew the two interviewers before him.

A white-haired and silver-bearded, tall and thin man, wearing half-moon glasses, looks very much like Gandalf. William has eaten pictures of this interviewer from chocolate frogs that he can’t see two or three times a month, knowing that he is the current Hogg. Principal Watts, recognized as the first white wizard, Dumbledore.

　　 By the way, it’s worth mentioning that the shipment rate of Dumbledore’s cards in the Chocolate Frog is so frightening that William and the others ate four Dumbledore cards without consuming a few packs.

　　 Another one, William seems to have seen it too, and he can probably guess that it is Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts-but if she is not with Dumbledore, William will not have this confidence.

　　 For the current William, the two are out-and-out big shots.

　　Batterer can easily rectify any prisoner in Azkaban, but when these two need it, the batterer at the door dare not even chat.

　　 "Lee William, right?" Dumbledore in a gray robe looked at the documents in his hand and asked with a smile.

　　 "Yes, sir." William replied with an extremely correct attitude.

　　 "Don't be so nervous, please sit here."

　　 A chair was drawn by Dumbledore using magic.

　　 After William sat down, Professor McGonagall next to him started asking questions quickly.

　　 "You came in on the crime of smuggling, right, did you know it was illegal before you did it?"

　　 "I know, professor."

　　 "What about the reason?"

　　 "The craftsmanship is too bad. After receiving a potion order, the success rate is too low, resulting in a loss of a large number of herbal medicines and having to smuggle them."

　　 William resisted the urge to cover his face and replied.

　　 "But I learned from the Ministry of Magic report that you already had a lot of money when you were arrested. Is that not enough?"

　　 "Many of the damaged herbs were specialty products from the Far East. At that time, there was no herbs from the Far East in Britain. I had to pay for the medicine. If I only lose money, I will not be able to become a professor in the potion business in the future."

　　 "You never went to school before?"

"Yes, I was taken away from home by my former teacher before the age of eleven. My parents got a lot of money and happily sent me away. Later I learned from historical materials that Hogwarts In order to alleviate the contradiction after becoming an independent wild wizard, the admission of apprentices by independent wild wizards is preferred over Hogwarts, but now more and more people choose to go to Hogwarts.

　　 William honestly carried his background information, because there was no sense of substitution, he could only pretend to be expressionless.

"Later, the teacher passed away after failing the potion experiment, and the laboratory was also torn apart by the explosion at the time of failure. I simply took up the potion business by myself to support myself. As a result, I failed several times in a row, so I had to go. Far East has made herbal medicines again."

　　 "Well, we have basically understood these."

　　 Professor McGonagall wrote and drew on the paper in front of him. Dumbledore smiled silently.

　　 "Then I will go out, Professor."

　　 William saluted and turned and walked towards the door.

　　 Although those deeds were experienced by the original body, but I don't know why, when describing these things, he always feels that this silent old man can see through all lies.

　　 This gives William the illusion that he will be exposed in the next moment when he narrates the past that does not entirely belong to him.

　　 Just when he was about to push the door open, Dumbledore behind him suddenly spoke.

　　 "Please wait, Mr. William."

　　 Dumbledore stood up, then walked quickly to the cabinet by the wall, and took out a tattered stone basin from inside (Note 1).

　　 "Although it's a bit presumptuous, can you share the memories of that experiment? I only want those memories and won't interfere with the rest of your privacy."

　　The memory of failed experiment?

　　 William was stunned, and then let those memories quickly churn in his mind—Could the original guy tamper with the materials before the experiment, and then wait to receive his teacher’s inheritance?

　　 Those memories are too long, UU reading www. He just took a look at uukanshu.com, and he was more concerned about how to get in and about learning magic. As for other things, William didn't care much.

　　I have entered Azkaban. What's the use of understanding the past, the internal danger does not exist, and the external danger—there are so many dementors guarding it outside.

　　 After quickly confirming that the original body who was scared to death had no guts to do something, William secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 "Then I need a magic wand."

　　 "It's over there, please feel free to use it."

　　 Dumbledore's expression was as relaxed as ever, and he was not worried that William would have any strange thoughts because of the wand.

　　 When the wand touched the temple, a long thin thread was picked out under the action of magic, and then was pulled into the basin by William.

　　 Soon, all the memories of William about the experiment began to appear in the basin, and it didn't fall at all from the beginning to the end.

　　 Angrily scolding wizards, timid apprentices, swearing orders, a messy laboratory full of precious materials—and at the end of the memory, the big explosion that blew up the entire laboratory.

William also repeated the memory again. Although he knew that even if he refused the two professors in front of him, he would not say anything, but after he confirmed that there was no problem with his memory, he was very willing to try new things in the magic world-this kind of ability It is estimated that the magic world will not have much inventory of things that are reproduced from memory.

　　 The magic that exists in the memory is almost not even stark compared to the magic that is actually displayed in front of you.

　　 turned around, opened and closed the door in one go.

　　 I didn't breathe out a long breath until I was sitting in the prisoner's pile—it turned out that this is the magic wand, this is the feeling of releasing magic.