From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"That little guy Flivy will go crazy with jealousy," the old professor smiled, and grabbed his remaining arm towards the crown placed on the principal's desk. "Who told him to retire early?"

Even at this critical moment, William still couldn't help but ridicule Professor Keitelburn.

‘How old is Professor Flitwick, how much do you save him a little bit of face...’

"I have to say, it's better to what Hufflepuff left behind. Let's see how Ravenclaw's crown is broken..." The old professor muttered as he put the crown on his head— —William noticed that Dumbledore had already taken out his wand, ready to release magic.

"Albus," the old professor's voice sounded.

"Sylvanus, how do you feel?" Dumbledore's tone showed obvious tension, which William had never seen before.

"You promised me a salary increase last year, but now it hasn't increased!"

‘When is it, Professor, you are still in the mood to say this! ’

But Dumbledore's expression relaxed obviously, "What else?"

"Oh, by the way, I have been teaching for 63 years, so don't let Minerva keep complaining about me being retained for review once a year!"

"It's great, Silvanus, I'll talk to Minerva," Dumbledore's joy couldn't hide. "What else is important?"

"The Weasley brothers stole a salamander from my class today. They both asked questions when I was counting, which caused me to confuse the number!"

‘Why do you have you all the time? ’

William, who was speculating about the effect of using the crown, was stunned by the professor's spit-if he remembered correctly, although he was exempted from a week of confinement, the two of them are still in confinement, right?

Not only William had a headache, but Dumbledore's smile froze.

"Minerva asked me today to discuss whether to get them a small trophy or something," Dumbledore couldn't help but touch his forehead without holding his wand, and he rushed without turning his head. William said, "Professor William, you can't wait a little while you run to find the salamander..."

"Good professor."

Considering the reaction of Professor McGonagall, who was content with the Weasley brothers' corrections, when he heard the news, William agreed very happily.

"Almost all right, Silvanus," Dumbledore's wand was squeezed tightly, "I think you can put it down."

The old professor put down the crown a little bit reluctantly, with a relaxed expression, "It seems I can accept Flevey's envy."

"It needs to be checked, Silvanus," Dumbledore looked relaxed, but held his wand tightly and did not relax. "Professor William, can you please come?"

"Of course," William pulled out his wand and put it on the table. "Professor Keitelburn, please, if you really can't help it, don't slap you in the face."

The old professor laughed and did not respond.

William stared at the old professor's wooden hand, using the most stable inspection method to complete the basic inspection, "No problem, I'm going to take the magic wand to test, Professor."

There is still no problem with cast detection.

"No signs of control were found, but the same was true for Mr. Filch's inspection last time."

"Severus checked the memory," Dumbledore explained. "Professor Keitelburn, you can use William's wand to extract the memory first, okay?"

No problem, Professor Keitelburn took out his memory and placed it in the meditation basin in Dumbledore's office.

William did his part to become a memory tester-if they had a problem, no one in the magical world would dare to say that his rescue could be more timely than Dumbledore, but if Dumbledore was recruited, William felt that he was even at school. Can't run out.

——

William touched the surface of the water with his magic wand, and the memory of the meditation basin unfolded instantly. Although it was the memory of the first few minutes, it was still quite fresh from another angle.

But when the old professor put on the crown, the calm memory was suddenly messed up, and the picture was divided into countless pieces-which made William immediately sound the alarm.

"Professor Dumbledore! My memory has changed!"

As he shouted, the chair where Professor Keitelburn was sitting stretched out countless bandages, holding him firmly there, and a bubble-like film immediately rose around the crown.

"Impossible, Albus, I think everything is fine!"

The old professor was very firmly tied up, and he complained to the two in a dissatisfied tone.

"I notified Severis and Minerva, they will be here soon, with a little patience, Professor Kettleborn."

While comforting the old professor, Dumbledore said to William, "Professor William, please see if the crown has any strange instructions."

"I'm afraid I can't do it, Professor," William would smile wryly, making dumplings even if his memory is broken, what's the point?

But soon Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape rushed over together, and as soon as they arrived, they found Professor Keitelburn tied to a chair.

"My God," Professor McGonagall sighed, "Professor Keitelburn, what are you going to feed that Phoenix?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the office quickly, "Nothing has been burned--so this time you are trying to make the Phoenix hatch the dragon egg again?"

"Or what dangerous birds have you brought, trying to breed new species?"

‘I seem to have heard something amazing. ’

William took a sip of water silently-he almost forgot the job of the old professor!

Professor of the Conservation of Magical Creatures-he doesn't know what the professional old professor raised, but the dog raised by the amateur Hagrid limped Professor Snape for half a month. William has heard several things. Version!

"Ahem~www.readwn.com~Minerva, that's all in the past," the old professor's expression could not see the embarrassment of being tied up, "I call you this time to prove my innocence. The memory of William Jr. said there was a problem, but I didn’t feel anything wrong with me.”

Professor McGonagall didn’t reply, but Professor Snape walked over quickly, standing opposite William with a look of disgust. He stared at the picture split into countless pieces for a while, and then tentatively pointed the wand on Up on the screen.

Nothing happened.

Afterwards, there were several magic spells, several attempts-in the end, I didn't know which method worked, and the messy fragments finally turned into countless pieces of memories that passed by normal time.

Then William received another look of contempt.

"Memory has been accelerated, and hundreds of memories have accelerated thinking at the same time, Dumbledore," Professor Snape introduced his findings in a tone that is easy to spot but a handy effort. "If I'm not mistaken, it should be that. The influence of the crown."

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