From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Falling to falling, the blessing potion is still fragrant.

William was sure that he couldn't conquer this thing at present, and Adams who gave him the potion was definitely not of this level-this thing is definitely the most precious thing in Adams's collection.

"It is estimated that Adams is still in pain," William stared at the potion that shone like melted gold, and began to guess what kind of revelation Adams got to be happy.

"Would you like to try it?"

William stared at the blessing potion, struggling in his heart, and finally gave up this tempting idea.

He is too busy now, and his mind is not on the potion at all. Even if he drinks all of this small bottle of blessing potion, it will only have the effect that the potion should have. For a former potionist, this is the most shameful waste.

If he has enough time and energy, plus the feeling of recovery from refining potions for a period of time, plus the luck bonus that may be brought by taking potions, William feels that he is at least 70% sure to solve the problem of refining blessing potions. This problem.

The premise is that he can endure a drop of it during this period of time—the first time he comes into contact with the potion, it has the greatest impact on a wizard and brings the most insights.

‘Let’s put it away,’ William closed his eyes and forced himself not to look at the potion bottle. ‘Short fortune is not helpful to the current situation. What I lack now is not luck, but time. ’

‘Why can’t adult wizards use the time converter? ’

William sighed, and stuffed the bottle into the deepest part of the drawer—the time converter, which he knew after he became a professor. However, the thing was limited by the level of magic power. Normal wizards were close to adulthood. The magic power level would be in danger of falling into the turbulence of time, let alone his existence that didn't consume magic power through the entrance ceremony.

‘But also, if Dumbledore can use the time converter, then don’t even think about the appearance of the Dark Lord-as long as the Dark Lord appears, Dumbledore can try all kinds of tricks to keep him. ’

‘I don’t want to be messy and some are gone, first look at what the second letter says, and then check the information. ’

William opened the second letter casually and found that the sender was Hagrid.

"William;

Are you free tomorrow?

I am going to have a grand celebration to celebrate Harry's victory in this Quidditch competition.

Hope you can come, trust me, you won't be disappointed.

-Hagrid. "

Such a simple letter is really Hagrid's style-but it's too much to celebrate a game, right?

William flipped through the itinerary for himself and looked at tomorrow's date.

‘Tomorrow is Halloween? ’

‘No wonder, we got together. I said why Hagrid suddenly wanted to celebrate. It turned out that the two had been together. This is excusable. ’

William sighed and picked up the quill.

I just said that there was not enough time, and I wanted to wear a time converter to look up information. Now I have to make time for Hagrid's celebration.

‘Tomorrow night I also promised the ghosts to participate in their activities, and promised to bring Ginny, why is Halloween on the 1st, and the child has recovered to see the ghosts? ’

Because William, who is not familiar with Western festivals, has a new little trouble-will he not release student pigeons?

"Ask Mrs. Pomfrey, you have to follow the doctor's advice and have a banquet," William sighed as he tied the note to the owl's leg. "There will be no papers this week. Fortunately, there are papers that have been saved. Enough."

William changed his schedule angrily, and then found something was wrong-why the October one was missing?

After a while, he remembered why it was missing-he was thinking about the National Day holiday, and he tore it down and figured out how to use the holiday for a long time, but when he remembered that Britain was only a National Day, he forgot to pretend to go back in disappointment.

"Go, bring the note to Hagrid."

William opened the window with resentment and let the owl fly out—he was angry with himself.

—

The sun on Sunday was very good, and what made people happy is that no **** professor named Adams came to wake up people before eight o'clock.

This incident made William very happy when he checked the information last night and found it faster, and even ignored the frustration caused by the fact that he didn't find any useful things in the information yesterday.

‘Work and rest, even if there are no statutory holidays, you still have to give yourself a good day off. ’

William hummed happily and stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

Although Professor McGonagall would certainly not approve him for a long vacation, he still has to finish the day happily without even planning to publish the papers.

‘Just this robe, it looks casual...’

It was a rare and serious holiday that William picked himself a robe that he would never wear on weekdays, and took care of his hair carefully, and then happily opened the office door with his magic wand.

'I'm going to visit Hagrid for an official visit. Although the invitation is not very formal, it still needs to be formal. Go to Hogsmeade Village to buy some sweets and bring it as a gift. Anyway, Hagrid said that the celebration is noon, too late. . ’

‘Opportunities are rare. Don’t use Floo Net when you go out. The experience is not very good, so let’s walk. ’

The one-way flyway network that Dumbledore opened last time is still there, but William has no plans to use it.

—

"Hello Professor."

"Hello there."

"Professor William, early."

"You too."

Hogsmeade was extremely lively when there were students. The rule that only students in the third grade can use it has greatly increased the number of students who know William. He almost greeted several students after he barely walked a few steps.

‘It’s very strange, why is there no fifth grade? ’

After finally walking to a remote place, William contemplated the sudden emergence of doubts, while rushing from the small road to the target location-although the road was far away, but if he walked down the previous way, he was afraid that his face would be stiff. Up.

"Professor early!"

Almost the moment when William realized that something was wrong, the two touches of red that appeared at the corner broke the silence.

‘Why is Weasley on such a good day! ’

"Morning, what are you two doing here?"

He stared at the brothers—they were still in confinement. They were in a special situation yesterday, and they have to be closed tonight...

Thinking of this, William felt even worse.

"Professor, George and I had a great idea yesterday, so we came out today and worked hard to realize this idea."

William began to stare at the brothers with suspicion-since Mr. Filch got the twins' violation record, he has a good understanding of the brothers' ability to cause trouble.

Great discovery?

I'm afraid it's not a new prank.

However, this kind of speculation is not suitable to say-anyway, the twins are pranked. If they are caught by the time, they will be deducted. He can't control it in advance. After all, he is not his own student.

"Well, I wish you success, if there is progress, let me see, maybe I can make some comments."

"Great professor, but this experiment will take a lot of time—you see?"

The twins hit snakes with sticks.

"Don't even think about it," William smiled very happily, "and I can tell you that if you make any serious mistakes, I will personally and Mr. Filch ask you both over."

The two lost their vitality as if Frost had beaten the eggplant, which made William instantly happy.

"But what will be the great discovery?"

This matter troubled William for a long time.

—

After William bought the present and ordered enough snacks for himself, it was already ten thirty.

He hurried to the school gate, and walked directly in the direction of the Forbidden Forest without even returning to the office.

However, before he saw Hagrid's house, Hagrid was already in sight.

"Hagrid, good morning, are you?"

William raised the gift to Hagrid as he spoke. The half-blood giant accepted the gift with a grin and blinked—to be honest, this action was a bit scary.

"Keep a little mysterious, William, I have invited a lot of guests today. You will like today's banquet..."

God Hagrid was mysterious, and he didn't even ask William to walk toward his house.

"I have to stand here, William. Although it is the Forbidden Forest over there, you know, those students don’t care about it," Hagrid smiled. "But today, I think I’m still staring at the students from this position. We’re better, it’s good for them."

What does it mean to be good for them?

What is God secretly doing?

The twins are too, so are you, can't you let me take a day off? Seven days have shrunk into one day, can't you save me snacks?

Oh, by the way, one day has to eliminate the night—the students have to be confined in the evening.

Just as William was complaining, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"Ah, William Jr., you are here too!"

No need to ask, it's the old professor-he is the only one shouting in the school.

Looking back, it turned out that it was the old professor. He greeted William from a long distance. William had to trot a few steps and quickly follow him, ready to protect—supporting is not enough. The old professor doesn't like others to support him.

"Hagrid, really, you can think of such a great idea," the old professor smiled happily, "I didn't even think of it even if I wore a crown, it can still be like this!"

William looked at the old professor with a smile on his crown. The old professor was just like that when the Ministry of Magic visited him, so cute.

The first person to risk his life to test the crown can't be exaggerated. Moreover, the old professor was just joking-besides, there are probably not many people in this castle who don't want to wear a crown except William himself.

‘Actually, I want to wear it too, but it’s not a curse of a number of ways.’ William thought about the crown and immediately put his imagination behind-what if he tries to die?

Compared to the crown, he was even more curious about what creative behavior Hagrid did, which would arouse the praise of the old professor.

—

William knew soon.

When it was almost lunchtime, Harry and his little friend came over, and after confirming that there were no students around, Hagrid happily took a bunch of them and walked towards his house.

"God, did you invite a tribe?"

William saw countless fires a long way away, and groups of people lying or lying next to the fire looked extremely lively.

"Of course, they are my good friends. Since the celebration is going to be held, of course they have to be a little lively."

Hagrid said of course.

Of course William, the man in the Forbidden Forest, knew it, but it was the first time he saw so many—as he said, Hagrid probably invited a tribe.

‘But today is not Halloween! My speculation yesterday was wrong, why are so many people here? ’

"Look who's here?"

Hagrid raised his hand and called to those friends.

"God—that boy."

"Yes, it's him."

"Yes, it's him."

…

Although I know what the name Harry Potter means from the book, William really understands now-the so-called savior is the existence of crazy good feelings among alien races.

Although I don't know whether it was the reason for the Ministry of Magic's propaganda or other reasons, there is no doubt that these horses respect Harry even more than the professors of the school.

Although both the old professor and Hagrid can mingle with them, William can see that they pay more attention to Harry.

"William, you are here!"

A familiar voice sounded from among the horsemen—it was Adams.

"Adams, are you here?"

"Of course, don't underestimate Hufflepuff's social skills!"

Adams held a branch in one hand and roasted it over the fire, and smiled in response.

‘Don’t push all the messy things on Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff doesn’t have a natural dating halo! ’

William murmured while looking at the other fires-although the fires were a mess, there were chickens without exception.

"Is this the rooster you guarded with magic before?"

"Yes, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com killed it all in one go today," Adams replied while looking at the roast chicken.

"Hagrid thought well, I didn't expect this at all—"

"comprehensive?"

"Yes, do you remember what Miss Ginny did when she came here in the first place?"

"Kill chickens to get blood, but the parchment has been ruined-there are so many messy rituals in the black magic, I can't guess what the situation requires chicken blood."

"Yes, take the blood. In fact, it's useless for us to look at it. As long as the blood is here, we will be worried about it. The most ridiculous thing is that we bought it again."

"So," Adams smiled happily, "We killed all the roosters. In this way, even if there is a hole in the crown, Hogwarts will have no blood for it."

In the Western Fantasies, the one who starved the dragon to death is what you think, right?

"What a great idea," William lowered his voice, "so the horses and horses are here to help eat the chicken?"

"Shhh," Adams also lowered his voice, "I just caught up. I planned to divide it multiple times, but Hagrid felt that Harry's victory would not be easy, so he was ready to celebrate-by the way, give the kid a birthday."

"By the way, there is also a birthday," William suddenly remembered what had happened to Hagrid when he came to school before because Harry didn't reply to Hagrid.

"It's pretty good, I won't miss it."

"That's good, yes, how to deal with the chicken blood, I have collected it, you are professional, I am afraid that it will be used, all are stored in the bucket here." Adams suddenly pointed to The barrel next to it.

How to deal with it?

It stands to reason that it is the safest to eat.

But I haven't learned it-can chicken blood make blood flourish?

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