From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Until he walked to Professor McGonagall's office, William was a little confused.

‘Not Gryffindor? Who can it be? ’

He wasn't surprised that there was a mistake in the investigation-he saw too many prisoners in Azkaban, and he didn't have a stereotype of any college, anyway, he had seen prisoners from any college.

Just as William was thinking about how to investigate the access to the rest rooms of the other colleges, Professor McGonagall, who confirmed that the office door was closed, suddenly exploded in emotion.

"Unprecedented! Assault on the guards in the lounge! Use confusing spells and other spells to erase your schedule! What the **** do these high-grade **** want to do!"

"I flew to school late for the start of school! Form a team to make trouble! Go around the administrator's office! This is less than a month after school started!"

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"Sorry, Professor William, let you watch a joke."

The originally stern and scary vice principal gave William the feeling that no one should enter when he started the fire. At this moment, he even felt that he had discovered something more terrifying than a dementor.

Fortunately, the group of students in Gryffindor might be angry enough for self-control. After a loud temper, the professor finally calmed down.

"Confusion curse?"

William finally had time to ask his doubts.

It's not that he doesn't know the Confusion Curse, but he really doesn't know how Professor McGonagall noticed it.

Although traces of the use of magic can be detected, it is obviously invalid for the guards of the lounge-the number of lounge openings on this day alone is enough to obliterate all the evidence. Perhaps a wizard can see it, but that is by no means. William.

"Of course, the confusion spell or some other spell, and it is still used from inside the lounge. Unless Albus takes it personally, no one can crack the protective magic of the lounge directly."

Professor McGonagall, who had regained her composure, was finally able to sit down, and she used her magic wand to pull another chair across for William.

"Please sit down, Professor William."

William sat down eagerly-he was really curious, how Professor McGonagall saw the confusion curse that had been worn away by countless moving magic.

This is not something that can be read in a magic book, he will not be exposed to such high-end skills for another year of self-study.

"Kill the rooster, let the blood out, evil sacrifice, Professor William, do you have any doubts?"

"I initially suspected it was the Weasley brothers' mischief, but they did not have the motivation to commit the crime a second time. The question just wiped out their time for committing the crime. But how to mix with the confusing curse, then these inferences are invalidated. , Professor-how do you see that the portrait of the fat lady has been unleashed with magic such as the confusing curse?"

Professor McGonagall thought about it, and then quickly came to a conclusion.

"It should not be them. I know the strength of the Weasley brothers. They can't release such a powerful obfuscation curse. They are very smart, but they put their minds on other places. As for the obfuscation curse, I can only say, Professor William, you don't know Gryffindor well."

Professor McGonagall gave a rather reluctant smile-obviously, she didn't seem to be proud of it.

‘Don’t understand? We have two prison cells, one on the left, two on the right, and one on the opposite cell. I have been in prison with them for more than half a year. You said I don’t understand? ’

Perhaps after seeing William's doubts, Professor McGonagall added his words.

“In Gryffindor, it’s the daily routine for students to sneak out. No one came out to make people feel curious. The group of children sneaked out and strolled around the castle even on the eve of the OWLs exam. How could they show up? No one slipped out of the night?"

"What's more, Wood didn't leave my office until the lights went out last night-the kid had applied for a few light wheels for hospital fees a week ago, and said that 2000 light wheels would be enough!"

‘Light wheel? ’

William was stunned, and then immediately remembered that it was a famous brand of flying broomsticks-without a doubt, Professor McGonagall did not approve it.

‘I seem to be using funds to invite students to eat, it’s too... An irrelevant thought floated through William's mind-although he knew he should be serious now, he really couldn't get nervous anymore.

Although he is still at a loss for the attack, the vice-principal Professor McGonagall has approved his investigation, which means that Dumbledore, known as the first white wizard, will most likely also participate.

Even if he knows that asking for help is better than asking for himself, William still has the feeling of finding a backer at once-the student killing a chicken can never be more difficult than getting someone from Azkaban, right?

"Professor William, do you have other suspicions?"

At the moment when William was cranky, Professor McGonagall, who saw his relaxed face, couldn't help asking questions.

"Other suspicions? Well-if it's a senior, then there is a high probability that it will be a sixth grader."

William, who was interrupted by his cranky thoughts, quickly replied. He was skeptical when he ruled out the Weasley brothers.

"Fifth grade students should not have time to commit crimes. When I assigned my homework, I investigated the homework of other subjects to ensure that they had enough time to complete. But after finishing those homework, I don’t think they have the ability to do it. Do other things-homework has been collected, although there is a slight phenomenon of mutual plagiarism, but it is not the kind of copying to the end, and there is no time to commit crimes in the fifth grade."

"Plagiarism?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes became cold.

"A few comprehensible references, professor."

William quickly explained that Professor McGonagall's face was so bloody.

"In the seventh grade, they can easily apply for an internship job~www.readwn.com~ To get the blood pressure root of the cock, you won’t have to risk such a big risk to kill Hagrid’s chicken, but I don't rule out the possibility that someone wants to do a big deal before graduation."

"In other words, your opinion, Professor William, is to focus on the investigation of sixth graders and seventh graders."

"Well, it's such a professor, but I don't rule out the possibility of committing crimes in the lower grades."

William thought of the introductions drawn on the card of Professor Snape for no reason—when he was not enrolled, he had mastered the curse that most graduates had never mastered.

"You mean, using the obfuscation curse to erase everyone's records might be a low-level student who doesn't know much about school matters?"

"Well, I don't rule out the existence of genius. If it is Principal Dumbledore, I believe he will have this ability in the first grade."

"But there is only one Albus--" Professor McGonagall smiled rare. "But if you insist, we can ask Professor Lockhart, the junior student has an amazing talent in magic self-defense class. "

ps: It’s a chapter today, the New Year is really...somewhat affects the code word...