From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Oh, Professor William, Professor Adams," Filch looked at the sky uncertainly, and finally said the second half, "Good morning."

"what--"

Filch saw the third figure, and his whole person became combative from the disappointment just now, "Professor, have you caught the student who violated discipline?"

"In theory, this is the case. Professor Adams and I are discussing who will imprison him."

William responded with a smile—the experiment to capture the so-called voice just failed, but he felt that Harry didn’t seem to be telling lies. It’s best to keep people on their side. If you send them to Mr. Filch, follow-up The investigation cannot continue.

"It's time to put them in more confinement. It doesn't matter if you don't sleep in the castle in the middle of the night, you still use magic in the castle in the morning—" Filch talked about this as if even the sleepiness disappeared, but found It seemed that after insinuating the professor with a little bit, he immediately ended the conversation and found an excuse to watch the night elsewhere.

"Filch is quite defensive, but it is estimated that he will not be liked by students."

Seeing Filch's back, Adams shrugged.

"He's a castle keeper, and the students liked that it happened. Think about the students who were confined this time. If they like Filch, what kind of chaos the school would be like."

"That's right." Adams nodded when thinking of the student sent to his confinement. "But then again, do you guess Professor Snape or Filch is less popular?"

"Probably not Professor Snape, at least the people in Slytherin like him."

"I think it's Snape, at least every college has people who don't hate Filch."

The interruption that didn’t know where it came from made the two habitually joking stunned, then glanced at each other, and then looked behind—the person who just interrupted was there, the real student, Gryffindor, two Grade students.

‘Why are you kidding me! ’

‘Aren’t you paying attention? ’

The two blamed each other with their eyes—it was impossible, it was less than four o’clock, it was the weekend, even if Adams had work to do, he woke up for a long time because of William William. The sleepy two forgot. There is a student next to him.

"It's wrong to speak ill of the professor, and no punishment will be given this time, but if I hear anything ill of the professor in the castle again, I promise I can detain you for half a year, Mr. Potter."

"I closed it after half a year. There were plants in the greenhouse that needed to be taken care of, and some dragon dung that needed to be composted."

The two professors shamelessly used threats to the students-very effective.

"Then can I go, professor?"

"I'm afraid not. I'm very curious about the mysterious voice you said. Can you introduce it?"

"Well, the first time I heard this voice was when Professor Lockhart was in confinement. Today is the second time I heard it. I was sleeping-it was a terrifying voice. It was cold and murderous. He was there. Say, tear you apart...kill you..."

"Human voice?"

William was stunned-what kind of strange movement he thought it was, like the rolling sound of glass **** in buildings, but it turned out to be a human voice?

"Yes, it should be a human voice-creepy, breathless, cold and vicious voice."

It's strange-William can accept any strange sound, but what the **** is the human voice?

"Adams?"

William asked quite concisely, and in response to Adams's eyes-‘you are the professor of self-defense magic. ’

"I haven't heard of such a thing. It's okay what kind of animal sounds. As far as people are concerned, I don't seem to have heard precedents. Maybe I can look up the information-but don't report too much hope."

William answered quite frankly, but there are experts in the school, so he won’t just be perfunctory to the students, “You can ask Professor Lockhart, he is more knowledgeable and more knowledgeable than I know, and he should be able to give it to you. answer."

Not knowing if it was because the light was too dim, William felt that Harry's face suddenly froze.

"Okay, I'll let you off tonight. Don't show off, or at least three times the confinement. Go back and sleep well. I will investigate the sound."

Harry wrapped his invisibility cloak, said goodbye to the two professors, and hurried away.

Presuming that he was almost gone, Adams asked, "No one is there anymore?"

"No, it should."

William yawned and checked the surrounding area with his wand.

"Dumbledore really spoils this kid-the invisibility cloak was given by the principal?"

"It is estimated that the invisibility cloak that flows out is not something a child can afford. Besides, the invisibility cloak is nothing-because Harry is going to school, the school schedule has been specially modified."

"modify?"

"Of course it is—otherwise why are there four deans in that level? How many grades do you think Professor McGonagall can bring while in charge of school affairs?"

"That's true. The four deans are in the same grade at the same time. This lineup is too luxurious. How is Harry's grades?"

"It’s not as good as I expected. I thought he would be the first in science, but the first was his friend-I always thought he was a genius before he enrolled. Anyway, William, what do you think of that The voice, wasn't it really made up by him temporarily to escape confinement?"

"It should not be, the editor should not be so outrageous, I suspect he is cursed."

"curse?"

"Yeah, I hear a voice that others can't hear, and then be suspicious of ghosts all day long, otherwise why can't others hear that kind of voice? Is there a ghost who specifically scares him? What kind of ghost can make you and I see Come, let only a second-grade child see it?"

"But what is the curse? Haven't heard of it-William, William?"

Adams pushed William who was stunned, only to find joy on his face.

"Yes, ghost! Hogwarts has ghosts!"

"The ghost can't scare people in front of the two of us, neither can Pippi!"

But William was not referring to Harry’s curse—he was thinking of the two tragically dead chickens~www.readwn.com~ In the outside world of magic, reasoning encountered problems, but now he found that he was on his side It's a bit of an argument-the wandering ghost at Hogwarts knows nothing less than the oil painting. If he asks carefully, it is estimated that he can find a new breakthrough this time.

"William!"

Adams's shout made him come back to his senses again.

"what's happenin?"

"Harry's curse?"

"Report to the principal. It's impossible that Dumbledore can't solve it? Whether it's a curse or a concussion, it should be fine."

"'Concussion', what is this strange pronunciation?"

Anxiously, he came out a Chinese... Fortunately Adams couldn't understand it—William was a little embarrassed.

The main reason was that he suspected that Harry had some sequelae when he came to school.

"Nothing, Muggle words, a disease."