From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The last week of September, Wednesday, is sunny.

Because there was no class for him today, William simply hid in the office with a bunch of materials and refused to come out—even the excuses were readily available, and the crowning matter was more troublesome. He didn't want to go out.

"So you plan to hide like this?"

In William's office, Adams unceremoniously wiped out William's preserves while questioning William across the table.

"Otherwise, what should I do?" William asked rhetorically, flipping through the old book borrowed from the library in his hand.

"It's also a way. If you show up in the faculty lounge, what will happen."

Adams smiled happily-in his opinion, since William received the crown from Ravenclaw, he should bear these happy troubles.

"cut!"

William gave him a middle finger, "The book is here, and the tool man has lost its use. Dear Professor Adams, it's time for you to leave my office."

"Keep in the office," Adams replied with the same gesture and left William's office mercilessly. "I'm going to play chess with them, so you can make mushrooms."

—

‘This guy,’ William shook his head angrily, ‘I got a few more books in the library, and I wondered if I was hit. You got involved in this matter, didn’t you come in to find death? ’

Although the curse was turned into a meal voucher to make William a successful white prostitute, there is no doubt that the Dark Lord really put a curse on his own background information. As long as anyone investigates well, he will be silent. Cursed, and then fell under the curse.

Compared to the Hogwarts professor who had clearly defined his position, those who tried to investigate died more silently—because the effect of the curse would make the death look like an accident.

‘Think about it this way, that dark lord is really terrifying, a silent accidental curse. If it weren’t for the professorship to be cursed too obvious, I’m afraid no one would know the existence of this curse now. ’

‘In other words, I actually have the power of this curse in a disguised form now-if my speculation is okay, as long as I tell others what I have investigated, they will be cursed the same. ’

‘But what good is it for me to master this? ’

William has no enemies now, and he has no plans to bring innocent passers-by to experiment.

‘Let’s remember, it’s a second hand, even if a piece of toilet paper has its own unique purpose, in case it is really used any day. ’

Shaking his head to put the curse aside, William began to read Horace Slughorn's record.

This old dean who retired as a potions professor at the school naturally left a lot of records on Mr. Filch's side, associations, leave for student confinement, applications for banquets, messy purchases of materials, and selection of textbooks. And scattered other forms.

"Too much—"

William rubbed his eyebrows helplessly-although it is the first day of independent investigation, the prospects of the investigation are quite worrying.

Horace Slughorn has been a professor all his life, not to mention teaching and educating people, but he also has a hobby that is very in line with the habit of pure blood—collecting excellent people in all aspects.

‘Are you a collector? Year-round tirelessly collecting top students-what else is this record to check! ’

In the violation records every year, it can be seen that Professor Horace Slughorn used his privileges to discuss with the administrator or the professor to release the students who made mistakes from the confinement in advance. The retired professor is just like The air is everywhere.

Even if he had never met, but William’s grievances towards the professor had already broken through the sky—because there were so many clues, he couldn’t find out...

…

‘An invalid record again,’ William sighed and put down the data in his hands.

‘It’s no longer possible. If you continue to check, your mentality will be blown up by these things. "William carefully recorded the location of the information he had checked, and piled up all the information together. "I have to slow down and not think too much. Well, I will write a paper to change my mood. ’

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"There's nowhere to hide, right? You have to go to class today."

On Thursday morning, Adams deliberately said cold words at the dinner table.

‘It’s not that the sequelae of Azkaban’s fall from being far away from the crowd for too long will occur. Do you think I really can’t wait until the crown incident is completely subdued? ’

William rolled his eyes unhappily—Although he used many methods to persuade himself, the information will not become thinner because of him persuading himself or lose his temper. Although the truth is there, the only useful way is to spend time. Second look.

"Class is my job, and students like it too. Why should I run away in class?"

Although the information was still in his mind, William did not intend to reveal a word to others.

"Students like it too?" Adams teased, "I heard that the fifth grade students brought back a lot of papers this time."

"What's the problem with the paper? Believe it or not, if I promise that the best students they can do, they can go and discuss the two-hour crown use with the principal. They even dared to give up the homework of other professors?"

William raised his brows and asked brazenly.

"Don't tease me for two hours-those professors will go crazy. They haven't negotiated a charter yet. Professor Dumbledore has been stuck not allowing random experiments."

"It doesn't matter, up to your time, he will agree with what I said to the principal."

William smiled and said shamelessly-Adams, as a professor who is proficient in herbal medicine and who loses control in combat and will not cause much damage, has obtained the crown of experimental qualifications earlier than other professors.

This time Adams closed himself up.

—

"Class, class, cheer up, it's only Thursday today, how long do you want to sleep on weekends."

When William walked to the classroom, half of the seventh-grade students were lying on the table, as if they had just experienced a prom all night.

"Professor early."

The students greeted William feebly.

"What's wrong? I remember that there are no dance parties recently. Did your seventh graders have a secret party yesterday?"

William simply walked down from the podium, pulled a chair in the middle of the classroom, and sat directly among the students.

"No, Professor."

The child closest to William hesitated, "That is, we heard that you won the crown, and you promised fifth-grade students the first to get the right to use the OWLs exam for a period of time—you see, we also have exams in the seventh grade, right? "

…

‘I’ve never worn this crown myself—how come the teacher and the students are staring at it together? ’

Undoubtedly, hearing that fifth-grade students have the opportunity to obtain the crown, this group of seventh-grade children are also greedy. To be more precise, watching them get stuck like this, William suspected that these guys discussed all night last night if I got the crown. What will happen.

‘You are a group of mature seventh-graders, so you can’t think about the questions that adults should think about? Such as career and love? ’

William looked at the surrounding students with a hatred of iron and steel, and found that their eyes were more focused.

‘If that crown is really problematic and has to be destroyed, can it really be destroyed? ’

Such a problem suddenly appeared before William's eyes, but William forced himself to ignore it-to put it bluntly, let him destroy the crown, he may not have that strength.

‘I can’t even see the problem above-what is my business to destroy it? I'm afraid it wasn't that I was killed by the dark hand above before I started. ’

"You all like crowns?"

William asked softly.

"Of course!"

The students spoke in unison, and they answered very confidently.

"Supreme wisdom," William looked around at the students. "Who can hate it? But there is always a price—the magical world never gets something for nothing. I don't mean you get a crown, but the wisdom that a crown brings. "

"If there is a price to get wisdom from the crown, what might be the price?"

William quickly clapped his hands in fear, and his tone quickened: "Now! Everyone! Write a guess right away, imagine what the crown might need to pay, and hand it in. If anyone can write a price that I can't think of, then it is very likely to be I touched the crown before graduation, but if everyone has nothing new, it’s a pity—"

William glanced at everyone. "You might lose the only chance to touch it."

Without any nonsense, all the students took out pens and paper from their backpacks and quickly wrote on them.

"Be creative and short-the guy who tried to use words is out of the game!"

William directly added the rules, but no one complained.

‘Although these guys are obsessed with crowns, I’m a little surprised, but they’re still in the course. ’

William stood up and scanned the students.

What he originally planned to talk about was the part about the cost—many magic traps can successfully kill wizards not because of how concealed they are, but because the bait placed on the trap is sufficiently attractive. After all, the seventh-grade students are going to work in the magic world. William is ready to teach his students the magical world he has observed.

'Although I came to this so-called magical world for almost a year, but Azkaban’s experience was enough for me and for these children to use half a lifetime’s experience. The darkness over there is too great. Too many, too many setbacks...'

William sighed and began to figure out the question of the crown—whether he wanted to admit it or not, now his name and the crown that were found are firmly tied up.

‘One person is short, maybe these theoretically grown-up wizards will have different opinions—’

'Getting unprecedented wisdom and being able to be used as a treasure by Ravenclaw is certainly not as horrible as I said, but the magic lesson attached above is uncertain, in case these people can guess it on a whim. ? ’

However, whether he guessed or guessed it, William planned to throw the report directly to Dumbledore to finish the matter-maybe any student would have inspired the principal. It was nothing more than the right to use the crown. William didn't feel sorry for it.

It’s best to have a hint, and you won’t lose money if you don’t.

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"Is it all done? I'll give it to Dumbledore to judge himself. If I don't pass, don't say I'm too harsh," William closed the test paper with a smile, and then began to cut into the subject-the student who had already written out the messy thoughts this time Finally entered the class state.

"Well, just now everyone made their own guesses. Although I didn't have time to see your responses, judging from the state of your answers, I found something very sad."

"Oh—" William stretched his tone, but quickly said in a rather joyful tone, "After taking such a long course, I found that it was the most serious answer for you just now."

The students below laughed into a ball.

"Okay, okay, I remember any of you who are aiming for the Auror?"

"Of course, Professor!"

The three students raised their hands at the same time.

"A pretty good choice," William praised without hesitation-the batter might have to think about it, he has no prejudice against the Aurors.

"Then you should know the mess of certificates that Aurors need?"

"liver?"

The students' voices were slightly puzzled.

"Haha, my mistake, that's a local slang term, to be precise, I mean-dazzling. Those needs are complicated and terribly complicated, aren't they?"

Almost all the students nodded—there is no doubt about how much these people like to learn from the subjects of self-renamed self-defense skills to the improvement class. As the Auror, as a profession that applies this course to the extreme, no one I will ignore it when I get a job.

"There is a somewhat old-fashioned saying that those certificates are the price to be paid to become an Auror. Of course, there is much more to be paid to become an Auror-I believe you don't know less than me."

"You may have been tired of hearing this statement since you were young, but I still have to tell you again and again, before considering what to do, remember the word cost firmly."

"Believe me, knowing how to measure gains and losses at any time is not a bad character for a wizard than profound knowledge. After the internship, you will find that the entire magical world restricts you less than you think-at that time You need to consider more than schools. UU看书www.uukanshu.com"

The laws of the magic world are both imperfect and arbitrary, and even many laws contain deliberate loopholes.

But this does not mean that those places can be used at will. As a person who came out of Azkaban, William was quite aware of who came into Azkaban—the proportion of people who wanted to exploit legal loopholes was not low at all.

…

"I hope you will think clearly when you do anything. Why do I do this, what I have to pay for doing this, and what can I get out of it-is it worth it?"

"If it is worth it, please choose to give up. Although this is not a spell, I personally think this is a great self-defense magic. It is not worse than the iron armor spell."

"Okay, the get out of class is over, the textbook is previewed by myself, and the next class will hand in a paper by the way—" William raised the guess table he received in his hand, and smiled at the students, "I will also hand in the homework for you by the way. Good luck."

"professor!"

Just as William was about to go out, a student behind him suddenly asked a question.

"Everything has to be considered, will it be too tired?"

"That's the attitude of work, work while working, life is life, the two should not be confused."

"How about life, professor?"

"Life is always different, there are always messy things that cannot be simply judged, and occasionally there will be things that do not need to be judged." William pressed the door frame with one hand, "There are too many accidents, who said? Maybe—"

William paused and smiled, "Is it the blooming mistletoe and the moonlight in late summer?"

ps: It's a bit late... Obviously I sat down very early to codewords?

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