From Azkaban To Hogwarts

It's very angry.

But a mistake is a mistake. The knowledge is not good enough to blame others. After quietly putting the learning about memory magic on the agenda, William ignored the ridicule from Snape.

Just a few words, even the daily greetings of Azkaban prisoners can't keep up with the daily routine, don't make trouble!

William didn't even think that Professor Snape had been bitten by a dog or would be comforted by students in the future-a mistake is a mistake, study hard, don't make the second mistake, just broaden the scope of magic, and care about it. It didn't help to survive again.

What's more, the professors present didn't care about this either—after all, William was a young professor, and even if he had committed inexperience, he could still be forgiven.

"The influence of the crown?"

Dumbledore thought about it, and the bandage on the chair untied easily.

"Professor Keitelburn, please re-describe the feeling of putting on the crown."

"It's great, I feel that all the things that have been forgotten in these years are all at once remembered, and my thinking is even sharper than when I was young. I even had two or three whimsical ideas all at once—" the old professor laughed. With the remaining hands and half of the leg, there was no complaint, "Even when I was young, I didn't have so many thoughts."

"Please don't do it," Professor McGonagall looked serious and didn't mean to joke at all. "You are about to retire. If you insist on making any illegal experiments, then the scheduled performances for Halloween will have to be cancelled."

drama show?

Didn’t it mean that all forms of repertoire were strictly forbidden since something went wrong in the Hogwarts Auditorium?

William couldn't help but breathe in the air—what promise did the old professor make to get Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall to approve the Halloween drama?

"An Xin, Minerva," the professor waved her hand indifferently, "I clearly remember what I promised. Before I retire, I won't think about cultivating novel species in the school. I will leave those interesting ideas to the next. Once the professor is good, it will be considered as the exam questions I left for the successor."

"That would be great," Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of distrust, but the old professor ignored him. He jumped up to William with his wooden leg in three steps and two steps, and used his only arm. On William's shoulder.

"William, come on, let's take a look, what kind of distorted memory makes you miss—" the old professor said kindly, and began to search through the memory fragments in the basin.

After being processed by Professor Snape with magic, all kinds of memories will be interpreted at a slightly faster or slower speed. If you don’t pay attention, you will be dazzled, but this is not difficult for the original owner of the memory. , In such a short period of time I have remembered my previous memories once? What a miraculous creation."

"William, look at this," the old professor said as he took out his magic wand. After a single tap, the memory fragment expanded dozens of times and became a barely visible picture. "I have to say that the crown is really It’s such a great existence, it’s too easy to find memories."

While muttering, the professor pointed to the characters in the screen and introduced William to William, "Look here, Minerva and Albus were still young. Albus was not the principal at the time. The principal was that—well, Armando, that’s him. The replay of the drama has been banned, but it has not been successfully cancelled yet!"

"Ahem," a fairly obvious cough sounded from above, and William noticed that there were piles of oil paintings at the top of the principal's office.

"Professor Keitelburn," a man who was introduced by the old professor stared at the **** in an oil painting exactly the same. "Why didn't you tell them why we cancelled the drama back then?"

The old professor blushed infrequently, "Huh, I'm too lazy to care about you, Armando, look at William Jr., here."

The old professor clicked on the memory of the picture. It was Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, as well as a bunch of new students. "Here, this is the memory before Armando was expelled. The terrible things that happened in the castle. Those Slytherins—"

"Professor Keitelburn!"

Dumbledore, who hadn't spoken for a long time, became serious, which made the old professor quickly put away the memory of the scene.

"Okay, don't worry Albus," the old professor's rare tone softened a bit, as if being caught with aching feet.

"Don't worry, William Jr., I have a meditation basin over there. I'll show you the dog that bit Snape later."

…

William felt that Professor Snape’s face was distorted—but it was also impossible. Snape preferred his own students. The whole school knew it, but as for the old professor, he was from Hufflepuff, and he didn’t treat Slytherin. What a good impression, let alone Professor Snape who is too biased towards Slytherin students.

"Albus, have you found out any problems now?" the old professor asked in an okay manner.

"I'm afraid we are in trouble—" Dumbledore's face was full of curiosity, a look that shouldn't appear on his face. "I don't know who released the magic on it, but the combined magic is better than me. Think carefully. In my inspection, it didn't activate the previous deceptive power at all, but I have no doubt about its existence."

"Could it be that Professor Keitelburn is too strong, making it afraid of controlling it, and afraid of causing damage to itself?"

William boldly proposed a guess-wrong is wrong. This kind of guessing about ancient props, even which guess is wrong, is precious knowledge. Except for the lineup of the principal's office, Ravenclaw's crown is mentioned in other places. Guess whether it is made of gold or silver.

"Impossible," Dumbledore easily denied William's guess. "Although I still haven't figured out how the magic is hidden, under my inspection, I'm afraid I can't bear those spells."

"Can't you hold it?" William was a little unbelievable. "Even the dead Dark Lord wouldn't have this mana, right?"

"Thank you for your trust, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, Professor William, but as far as the achievements of the dark arts are concerned, I am afraid—" Dumbledore said modestly, but stopped talking as he said, "William , Do you remember what Ms. Helena said when she gave you the crown?"

"Of course, Professor, she once gave the crown to Tom, and now that the crown is back here, she is going to give it to me—it should be the professor."

"Minerva, please help me find the list of students enrolled in the past 100 years," Dumbledore said quickly, "Professor Keitelburn, please use the **** to help me recall the past, yes, As long as Horace was still there, we were in class together."

"By the way, Professor William, I'm sorry. I wanted to have a good conversation, but now we old guys are going to deal with the previous things," Dumbledore smiled gently, and then took it out of his drawer. Bundled feathers.

"Fox shed a lot of hair-the approval of the school board for the bonus, but I think you should like these things more than those of Kanon."

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