From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Staff lounge.

William sat where he used to stay, his upper body slumped on the table, no sorrow or joy.

"What's the matter, William?" Adams's voice was full of joy—he just smashed the four sides when he played cards and won a bunch of snacks.

"Candied fruit? Candy? Biscuit?"

Before William could respond, Adams piled up snacks on the table, picking up questions.

"Let me be quiet, I just suffered a disaster--" William looked up, his voice weak.

In just two hours, he really suffered a disaster, only a little worse than returning to Azkaban for a new stroll.

Professor Lockhart, who was appointed by Professor McGonagall as a guide, spent two hours ostentating and showing him that there were such people in the world-he had seen a lot of bragging, but he kept blowing It was the first time he met him who hadn't stopped for two hours!

‘People who drink too much on the wine table are not so outrageous! ’

William thought weakly, and by the way, he took a pack of pineapple compote from the pile of snacks—he finally understood why the senior professors on the table would quickly finish eating and leave after seeing Professor Lockhart.

"Take it? Then I'll distribute it to others—" Adams held the snacks with a smile on his face and began to redistribute them, leaving William, who relied on the candied fruit and spit on some blood for the time being.

William swallowed the candied fruit with satisfaction, stared at Adams' back, and offered his sincere blessings-I hope that before Professor Lockhart leaves school, the worship of Adams will not be disillusioned.

To be honest, this wish is a bit difficult. After all, Professor Lockhart won't let him go as a new professor after he seized the opportunity.

Biting another piece of candied fruit, William began to figure out the rooster incident that had plagued him for a whole week.

Although there is still a bit of worry, the matter has been handed over to Professor McGonagall, and the professor's meaning is obvious, and he can see it naturally.

‘I hope the professor can get people out and solve this problem properly. ’

William is very confident in Professor McGonagall-so many Professor Gryffindor can manage and obey, what problems can be difficult for the vice president?

——

"Well, that's all for today's conversation, please go back."

Professor McGonagall’s voice was as stable as ever, but the student sitting across the table seemed to be pardoned, and he greeted him happily and left the office quickly.

This scene made the professor even more unhappy.

Today can be said to be the most unhappy day since she became the Dean of Gryffindor-she interviewed 30 students with her side by side, but got nothing after nearly four hours of conversation!

In the past, these children, even if they were mischievous and uncomfortable, would immediately behave after they came to the office. This is the first time that these children have been hiding and not telling them like this.

Worry doesn't disappear out of thin air-William is no longer in trouble, and the trouble is transferred to her.

‘The people who go back should be able to pass on the seriousness of the matter, and in addition, consider applying some protective magic to Hagrid’s chicken coop. ’

The professor rubbed her aching forehead. She hoped that this incident could stop there and not continue to happen. At present, it is no longer a simple killing of chickens. Just attacking the lounge guards is already a serious violation of discipline. , If it continues to develop, she has to send out her first dropout notice this year, regrettably.

——

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same-Gryffindor is holding a small banquet.

Professor McGonagall called so many people out at once and obviously couldn't hide anyone. After the second student who was interviewed returned, the whole lounge had spread the story.

As if Harry and Ron were greeted by heroes after they drove a car and crashed into a tree, the Gryffindors began to eagerly spread the incident-although Professor McGonagall was afraid that someone would try to imitate and attack the fat lady. The portrait concealed part of the story, but everyone quickly guessed the two consecutive killings of chickens.

Faced with the spontaneous gathering of many students, even the prefects are somewhat powerless-to be precise, most of the prefects are also very happy to play.

Harry and Ron also squeezed in the crowd, watching the senior children come in and were welcomed like heroes.

"Harry," Ron pulled over Harry and muttered quietly, "I always feel like the roaring letter is flying from somewhere."

"Didn't it mean that it hasn't been found out yet?" Harry avoided the crowd, his tone of voice full of uncontrollable joy.

The joy in front of him made him extremely enjoy, especially the offender and the focus of the matter were not on him, which made Harry, who had been tortured by Lockhart during this time, breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think it was Fred and the others. Professor McGonagall must have made a mistake, otherwise the problem would have been solved."

Ron was able to sell his brother effortlessly, and he looked around in the crowd—perhaps Fred and the others who were caught would come back next.

Harry didn't answer, although he thought it might be the twins, but he couldn't just throw the pot over it so confidently.

"Eh, Harry, look, both of them!"

Ron poked Harry and gestured with his finger to the corner of the lounge.

It was Fred and George, as well as a large group of children in fourth and fifth grades, a group of them were slightly separated from the celebrating group, and they didn't know what they were whispering over there.

Before Harry could respond, Ron dragged him towards the other side.

"Good evening, Harry."

Fred greeted happily, and then floated his gaze to the entrance of the lounge, holding a notebook and didn't know what he was recording.

"What are you doing?"

"secret."

George responded to Ron with the simplest answer.

Suddenly there was a boiling cheer in the crowd.

Everyone quickly cast their gazes over, Ron and Harry were no exception-then his two mouths almost didn't close.

"Hermione? What a joke!"

Ron heard George cursing in a low voice ~www.readwn.com~ but George quickly wrote another name in the notebook.

But he didn't care about the book anymore-many Gryffindors began to praise Hermione for starting to look like a real Gryffindor.

"Think about it--it's actually quite possible that Harry brought Ron to the school in a speed car, and she also made big news."

Harry heard someone whispering without knowing who was whispering, and then George and the gang began to write and draw in the notebook again.

But he couldn't take care of it anymore, Harry pulled Ron and squeezed past Hermione.

Fortunately, there were a lot of people being talked to today, and Hermione was easily brought out.

"Why do you still have you?"

Harry couldn't wait to ask.

There was a complicated expression on Hermione's face-a mixture of happiness and anger, as if she knew that the adversary next door was demolished at the same time.

"The professor said that I am an excellent student, and he is more concerned about my recent learning development."