From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"everything is fine?"

William subconsciously repeated it once, and then got the reaffirmation of the portrait of the lady.

"Yes, Professor William, everything is fine."

William breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, and the strained nerves suddenly relaxed-everything is fine, everything is fine.

Although he came to work here for less than two months, he did like the job and the school.

"Here is settled down, and on the other side, how about Miss Hermione Granger?"

"The other side is alright. Professor Lockhart rushed to the scene and took control of Miss Granger who was out of control. Follow-up treatment is also in progress. The students were just beaten into a coma and there was no other accident."

"Great, thank you, ma'am."

William said sincerely.

"You're welcome, Professor, if there is nothing else, I will go back to drink tea."

The lady saluted gracefully in the oil painting frame, and then began to move one by one towards her portrait.

When William was talking to the lady, the rest of the professors had already cast out the curse for the injured children-after careful inspection that there was no damage, the group of unlucky ones who were knocked out naturally did not have to be sent. Hospitalized.

"Which bastard's coma spell, cast at will in the corridor!"

"Where are those two **** Weasley!"

"Damn, wait—Professor, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the two Weasleys..."

…

The students who woke up one after another either yelled or made threats, but did not have a good word in their mouths-but this is understandable. If someone walks well, they won't be happy to be here.

As for the culprit Weasley in their mouths, they were now firmly **** by a soft cloth belt. As for his two wands, they were dropped by the professors early and held them aside.

"This is too much trouble for Weasley, right?"

After all the students were cured, the professors gathered together to discuss the aftermath, and a professor who William was not familiar with and could not remember his name complained.

"It's not necessarily their responsibility. Those two boys are not normal wizards when they perform magic."

William shook his head and rejected the professor's statement, "When I just put them down, they didn't even have basic evasive actions, just like driving a stake—you see, the students here are all It's in the lower grades. If a senior student comes over, it is estimated that the problem will be solved without us even taking action."

"That's right." Several professors looked back and nodded. "Those two guys are pranksters who are even peepers. It's really not like the pranks they can make if they only bully the lower grades."

Is this testimony a bit too malicious--

"Then leave it to Professor McGonagall. She is used to it anyway. But what about this group of students who were beaten?"

"It's simple, I'll do it."

William volunteered, and the other professors had no objection—the scene that William quickly cleaned up the twins just now made them believe this new colleague very much.

"Come here for the assaulted student!"

William leaned against the wall and watched everyone for a while, "Come and gather here!"

The child who did it or was holding his head or holding his **** came mumbled.

"The one who was attacked just now raises his hand!"

"Very well, put it down," William nodded to indicate that he saw it. "Those who counterattacked after being attacked raised their hands!"

"Very well, find a piece of parchment and report your name and academy. No one who dared to fight back won two points for his academy. You deducted from the Weasley brothers academy. You are 23 people in total. Lanfindo scored sixty-nine points."

"The punishment for the bad habits of the Weasley brothers is that the two of them will be kept in confinement for another two months, and one month will be used to flush the toilet-well, whoever is not satisfied with the treatment, please write a copy and send it to me. Go to the office of the company, with a standard, three thousand words or so, and write down suggestions and reasons for punishment."

This is a bit shameless, but it can't be done. After all, this thing is really not satisfactory.

Although there are some people who think it is not fair, but considering the three thousand-word paper, everyone decided to forgive the two Weasleys generously.

Anyway, the two guys have gone to clean the toilet, and the ill will be considered half way out, so the students who were attacked had no opinion and left the professors.

"Three thousand words! Professor William, you are too ruthless, Professor McGonagall will not ask for such a funding report."

The professors who were in attendance became a gang of joy—although today’s events are regarded as emergencies, the students’ uproar at Hogwarts is a daily routine. Today there are no students with broken arms and legs, and even the school hospital is not used In, it's not a big deal.

Therefore, the professors were not too nervous at the moment. While teasing William, they looked at the Weasley brothers, "Don't wake them up, just send them to Professor McGonagall's office?"

——

Soon, a spectacle appeared in the corridors of Hogwarts. One professor took the lead, followed by two professors. William controlled the Weasley brothers in the middle, and the rest of the professors followed-this is a rare luxury **** lineup. Shaped.

‘I feel like it’s enough to send the Minister of Magic to Azkaban. ’

William thought about the previous scene of entering Azkaban by himself-four hitters took a bunch of prisoners to Azkaban with one bag, and there was no card face.

"Woo~!"

Just as William was thinking about it, the bandage floating in the air began to flutter, like an earthworm trying to move.

‘Wake up so fast? ’

William was a little surprised-even though the spells he used to bring down the two of them more quickly were not strong enough, but being able to wake up so quickly, the magic talents of the two were higher than he thought.

The professors before and after also cast curious glances. They were originally here to join in the fun. When the person concerned woke up, they naturally lost their previous **** posture.

"Professor William, why don't you loosen the bandage first and see what they say?"

Although this is not very good in theory, William himself is also very curious, and the bandage on the twins’ mouths is loosened as soon as the wand is waved-anyway, I don’t worry about them being able to cast spells without a wand. .

"Professor! What are you doing? We just wore a crown, or we brought it out!"

As soon as the twins' mouths were released, they yelled directly--the tone was full of innocence. If William hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe that the two of them had just put down more than 20 students in the lower grades together.

‘My memory is also lost? ’

William instantly thought of Filch and Ginny, and both of them also lost the memory of the blockbuster.

"Wait! Filch!"

William suddenly remembered what was wrong-the student who came to report said that Filch was attacked by the twins, and then the two men began to attack the students, but when William rushed past, he didn't see Filch at all!

"Who of you saw Filch just now?"

William asked out loud.

"No, it's all in the lower grades. How can Filch be there?"

"By the way, the person who came to report said that Filch was also attacked! Weasley, where did you two take Filch?"

"Firch? God—no, we just brought that crown, and then we were suddenly tied up, what Filch!"

The two children in mid-air looked dumbfounded and did not seem to be deceiving.

"You send them to Professor McGonagall's office, come two professors, let's find Filch!"

The matter was urgent, and William didn't care about politeness, and started rushing towards the place where he caught the two twins. Behind him, the last two professors of the team ran to the previous accident with William without even thinking about it. Where it happened.

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"Please, help me find Mr. Filch, he might be trapped in a dangerous place by magic!"

While running, William pulled the paintings and ghosts passing by, begging them with the fastest speed, and the speed under his feet did not slow down.

But after he ran back again, Mr. Filch was nowhere to be found.

"Mr. Filch!"

William yelled while searching, trying to find him in this way.

Afterwards, the two panting professors who followed him also rushed over.

"Did you find it?"

"not at all."

The three of them glanced at each other, then quickly rummaged in the castle. Then, the oil paintings and ghosts that William had asked for also began to arrive.

"Sorry, I asked for a lot of oil paintings. We searched for corridors and empty classrooms, but Filch was not found."

"Neither is the kitchen nor the tool room, nor is the honor room."

The ghosts added-although only three of them came.

"Can you still lose it?"

William frowned, then raised his wand—he suddenly had a no-brainer.

"Felch is flying here!"

William's loud chanting of the spell instantly suppressed all the voices-although it was a little unmagical, but under normal circumstances, the louder the spell was chanted, the power of the spell would slightly increase with the sound.

This spell that William had exerted his full strength played its due role. With the sound of something colliding with the wall, William heard the sound of glass shattering from a classroom very close to them.

Afterwards, the door made a huge impact, and a hole appeared on the door, and then a human body accompanied by wood fragments and debris flew out of the hole, and flew to William's side with blood splashing around. ——If William hadn't stopped the spell when he saw the opportunity, the flying human body wouldn't know what to bring with him.

Regardless of what to say, William quickly checked whether the flying body was alive or dead.

Fortunately-alive.

Although there were countless scars from glass and broken wood, there was no doubt that Filch was alive.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I found it in time."

William patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. If it was a corpse flying over, he really didn't know what to do.

‘You can’t directly serve the fresh food. There are too many debris in the wound, which will particularly affect the repair. ’

After a little judgment, William confirmed that he could not directly give first aid.

"I have to deal with wounds. I'm not that good at it. Although I can do it, I think it's better to leave it to professionals—" William opened his hands to the two professors, "We have to get Filch to the school hospital. , I believe that he will be treated very well over there."

"Well, you are professional."

The two professors who followed also breathed a sigh of relief. If Filch still had an accident while they were in the rescue, they would not need to be blamed, they would not be able to stand it alone.

"He is probably injured? Why can't he move?"

"Petrification curse, he is petrified," William quickly deformed the stretcher with the broken door, then lifted Filch up with magic, and then controlled the stretcher to fly up with magic-so that it would not cause three injuries.

"The remaining injuries?"

"I made it..."

William murmured—the petrification curse was not fatal, but his later flying curse was too powerful, causing Filch to fly too fast. Now he has broken his legs and hands, and has broken several bones and scratches. The places are even harder to count.

Fractures are easy to deal with. Those delicate injuries are too hard to use. He doesn't treat magic so carefully, after all, the time to learn is too short.

"amount…"

The two professors didn't know what to say for a while, after all, if it weren't for William, they might not have been able to find where the disappeared Filch had gone.

"Let's go, Professor William, it seems that the Weasley brothers have not done anything wrong with the toilet-I just hope the two of them will not wash the toilet in Filch's hands."

The three of them tacitly did not raise the issue of lifting the petrification curse.

On William’s side, he was worried that the petrification curse would solve Filch’s painful chaos, and the other two professors were afraid to solve William’s embarrassing inability to get off the stage. After all, they thought the new professor was indeed very good, but he was bold and bold. Reassuring.

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"Damn Weasley! Fired, fired, must be fired!"

In the school hospital, Filch, who had lifted the Petrification Curse, was furious—William was embarrassed on the sidelines and couldn't persuade him.

After all, the petrification curse is not the same as the coma curse. People who are caught still have thoughts and feelings, but they can’t express it-Filch can not anger him after waking up with a flying curse and make him fractured all over his body. A minor injury would be fine, but he couldn't tell Filch not to be too angry.

"Mr. Filch, it's not, it's not, the Weasley brothers are under control~www.readwn.com~ they don't even know who they are attacking."

Although the survey result is still inconclusive, it does not affect being used by the professors to appease Filch.

"do not know!"

Filch sat up with his newly recovered body, his painful face turned pale.

"Do you know what those two little **** did?"

"The two of them actually petrified me and hung me from the window, just hanging a little window sill with their feet!"

"I hung up on it for almost half an hour, the two of them don't know! Who believes this!"

Filch was no ordinary anger.

"They are murdering, murdering!"

"I have been looking over there from the window, I can only look at the wall! They don't want to escape punishment!"

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