From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Seriously, today's things are really magical-I thought George and the others were going to be called by the professor, but they didn't." Ron looked puzzled and squeezed out the crowd with his two friends.

He struggled to pull out the chair from the corner, and then added the second half to Hermione suspiciously, "As for you, the professor called over."

"What exactly happened to you that made the professor so angry?"

Ron looked puzzled—as far as he asked, the school had only killed two chickens.

"Maybe someone broke into Professor McGonagall's office?"

Hiss~

Harry's inadvertent guess caused a burst of air-conditioning voices-a few people craned their necks curiously when they heard them talking about today, but at this moment they were completely frightened by Harry's bold guesses.

Even Hermione, who was still angry at being shouted out by the professor, was frightened to refute this bold speculation.

"How could it be that which Gryffindor would go to Professor McGonagall's office?"

Even the most naughty Weasley brothers wouldn’t do this kind of work of ringing a cat’s neck—whose mouse is okay to find a cat?

Hermione’s rebuttal was recognized by most people. Everyone laughed for a while, but after the laughter, I don’t know why. The cheerful atmosphere in the lounge disappeared a lot. The students who wanted to have a good time were laughing. After the sound, he silently returned to his bedroom.

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"Why did you all go back so soon?"

Lee Jordan got out of the corner of the lounge and greeted the others.

They discussed it when many Gryffindors were about to hold a banquet, staring at the performance of the restroom, and when the real murderer showed his flaws, they would hand them over for a holiday.

"How many people have you recorded?"

"Four-exclude two."

"Five, not ruled out."

…

After Lin Lin made a total calculation, after integrating the list of people and excluding most people who were not suspected, there were a total of eleven people on the list of suspects.

"Why so many? It shouldn't be-no one is more familiar than us when it comes to the reaction after being arrested. How can there be so many left?"

A group of juveniles who think they can do it are all dumbfounded after checking the total list-could it be that their method is wrong?

"No, the method is correct-these people should have ghosts in their hearts, but not all because of the rooster."

Fred suddenly figured it out. He drew his finger at the final list, "Look, these people may have made mistakes-such as not coming home at night, secretly keeping illegal pets in the dormitory, and privately under the bed. It’s possible to hide banned toys and books."

He rubbed his hands in excitement, "Our inference is completely correct. Those guys who came back after being called out by the professor have abnormal expressions. They must have done something against school rules, then the murderer must be among them!"

"But Fred, aren't you talking about what we're doing-do you check yourself first?"

The person who asked the question suffered a lot of blank eyes from his accomplices, and he stopped by himself.

"Well, everyone, be quiet, listen to me."

George showed the list to everyone, "Everyone can see clearly. These are the final lists after we have compiled them. If we follow this list and stare at people, we will soon be able to eliminate the redundant candidates on the list and replace the real ones. The murderer was handed out to exchange for our vacation."

"It looks a bit like betraying Gryffindor, but it's not. We started investigating after the first killing. The other party should have known that someone tried to investigate him for such a long time, but the other party was still provocative. Killed another rooster, which was a provocation to us, and our investigation was only a response to him."

More than a dozen copies of the list were written and distributed to everyone. They decided to keep an eye on them one-on-one.

"Everyone, hurry up, if possible, I hope that at tomorrow's banquet, we can submit the final list as an invitation letter-I dare say it must be great."

The rest room became lively again-this made many students couldn't help but look out. Professor McGonagall, who was so bold with today's anger, gathered again, especially when everyone just collectively realized that the professor was angry today. under.

‘Oh, Brother Weasley and the others. ’

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"Adams, Adams?"

William knocked on the door of Adams's office, and a grumbling response came from the door. Then, Adams in pajamas appeared dazedly behind the opened door.

"It's nine o'clock, William!"

Adams looked resentful-this look made William almost think he was calling someone at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Probably Adams also found something wrong. He mumbled and added: "I have to take care of the plants tomorrow morning, so I went to bed earlier. What's your hurry?"

You are a bit too early this morning.

However, it is obviously not suitable to add complaints when asking for help. William resisted his desire. "I plan to have a banquet. Drinks and food are arranged. But in the afternoon, Professor Lockhart said that I must prepare some programs. To be more formal, when preparing to invite the band, Professor Singid said you have a way to—"

"Invite the band? It's difficult for the band to come to Hogwarts for approval. Have you done it with Professor McGonagall?"

Get it done? The professor heard that I was going to hold a banquet and he was very enthusiastic about introducing and giving ideas-even let Professor Lockhart lead me to understand the specific process, should this be done?

William said uncertainly, in exchange for Adams' belly laugh.

"Haha—Professor McGonagall wants you to have more parties!"

"Huh? What's so funny about this?"

William was stunned by Lockhart's smile-when he listened to Professor Lockhart's introduction, he found that he seemed a little hastily. The preparation time for the banquet was too short, but the things promised to students should obviously not be random, otherwise it would affect the professor. Prestige.

So he prepared everything carefully at twelve minutes, and was prepared for any mistakes-the banquet was even a victory if it was held securely, and it was not a problem to lose face when preparing.

"No~www.readwn.com~No, I have some contact information for the performing group. Just send an email with Owl, and I can get you the result tomorrow morning."

Adams replied solemnly.

"By the way, I'm not very proficient in Wuhen Expansion Curse, can you help tomorrow?"

"No problem—see you tomorrow morning."

Adams put on a dozing expression and drove the guests, making William feel that something was wrong over there.

But Adams was trustworthy, and William had to say goodbye.

After he walked around the corner in confusion, Adams finally couldn't help but smile.

"Hahaha! Let him prepare more banquets-how strict this guy is, even Professor McGonagall thinks he needs a banquet to ease it down, puff haha."

Adams, who laughed, finally stopped, and then began to scold himself-he was no longer sleepy.

ps: The second update is under review, it will be uploaded in about ten minutes, and the third chapter is half written... I think it is hanging...