From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Hey, Harry, what do you say the professor is doing mysteriously?"

After spinning around the dining table for a while, but couldn't find anything to eat, Ron talked to Harry disappointedly.

It sounds cool to be surrounded by ghosts for Halloween, but it's actually that way, especially when there is no food—a half-year-old kid doesn't resist hunger, and when his stomach protests, everything is tasteless.

"How did I know—" Harry was also hungry, and if he hadn't promised Nick to say something nice for him, he would have slipped out at the moment.

Although there is a professor who feels full of security, but the professor can not be used to fill up the stomach...

"day!"

An exclamation came from a distance, and then the exclamation spread all over the venue as if it were contagious.

"what happened!"

"Barrow!"

"Go and see!"

When Harry and Ron looked at each other in surprise. The ghosts in the surrounding field began to boil. The milky ghosts left the work in their hands and rushed towards the ceiling desperately.

"What happened to them?"

Ron opened his mouth wide. Even if he had been in the magic world since he was a child, he had never seen such a sight. Hundreds of white light **** shot towards the sky, almost as if to penetrate the ceiling.

"how could I know!"

Harry's expression was equally stunned, and he began to look around, looking for ghosts he knew to help him out.

Unfortunately, no, the originally happy underground classroom seemed to become empty in just a few seconds-the dancers, guests, and even the band were gone.

The noisy music saws were thrown scattered on the ground, and their owners had already rushed towards the ceiling.

Harry finally saw the ‘person’ who invited him, the Nick who was almost headless.

The jazz was a step behind the other ghosts, but when Harry cast his doubtful gaze on him, the sponsor rushed up faster than the others and hit the ceiling.

The light from the overhead lamp with blue candles swayed in the wind brought by the ghosts passing by. The flames suddenly increased and decreased, and then extinguished completely-the darkness began to erode the already weak light, the chill It became more obvious in the dark.

A huge flame suddenly appeared in the air, and then a blue flame lit up nearby.

"There are two more, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, where are you?"

The professor's voice came out from a distance, and Harry took out his wand and lit it with fluorescent flashes.

"Professor, we are here!"

Ron waved his hand-there was something wrong with his wand, he wouldn't take it out if he didn't use it.

"It's good to be safe," the professor said in a relaxed tone, "Those guys are not authentic, just leave, and turn off the lights."

Harry heard a snap of his fingers, and then the brightness of the overhead light on the ceiling continued to increase, which made him look up at the sky-the originally extinguished candles were lit in circles from the innermost side. Although the color of the candlelight is still scary, the light is finally back.

‘It’s okay, the ghosts are a lot easier when they go and cast spells, and the piles of ghosts are scary enough. ’

William nodded, the fireball in his hand did not go out, "Miss Weasley, how did you and the ghosts ask about memory?"

There was no answer to this question, but William knew what was going on as soon as he looked at the child's face-the environment was so bad, it is estimated that no one would want to stay longer after the freshness passed, let alone careful questioning.

"Well, look for friends you made when you enrolled and see what they say, but remember not to admit any past conditions or promises you made. If someone forces you to go to the dean."

William did not hesitate to add some work to Professor McGonagall.

"Then you, there are still things that have not been done--who?"

William's wand was even faster than the sound, and an obstacle spell hit the foot of the wall before the words were finished.

But it didn't work. The twelve ghost horses crossed the obstacle curse like a mockery, and the headless knight above fiercely rushed toward the center of the field.

‘Damn--what is this! ’

As soon as William gritted his teeth and waved his wand, a weird purple light radiated from his wand, and then madly rushed towards the headed knight. The big ghost screamed and rushed to the ground with a horse, but it was useless, purple. The light hit him, and then, a thin layer of ice spread from its body, quickly freezing even the people and horses there.

The knights who had been screaming stopped all of a sudden, and their headless bodies stared at William, "What have you done!"

William didn't even say a word, and the wand was aimed at the next knight-he had just left a group of ghosts, his condition was not very good, and the black magic was not needed a few times.

"We surrender! We are just here for the banquet!"

The headless knight who was pointed at by the wand quickly raised his hands, and his head that had been clamped up and hidden fell to the ground. It sank halfway and floated up again, shouting loudly.

'attend banquet? ’

William, who was about to cast the spell for the second time, stopped in an instant. Although the place was empty now, it was really a ghost not long ago. A bunch of ghosts left this to celebrate their birthday...

‘Is this a late guest? ’

William was suspicious in his mind, but the movement of his hand kept on, and the hand without the wand slapped behind him, "You guys, come behind me."

The four children quickly came to him, and then William asked the headless horseman in front of him.

"The banquet has already started, how did you come?"

‘Where is the party? It's almost like being robbed just now! ’

The headless horseman looked at the messy ground around him, complaining in his heart, but he didn't dare to express his grievances. "We are the final headless hunter team, specially to celebrate Nick's birthday. We are quite famous... "

‘Very famous? ’

Why haven't I heard of it? The gossip from Azkaban has been spread fiercely enough, have you never heard of this team?

"You guys, have you heard of the Headless Hunters?"

William asked in a low voice-his intelligence in this area is indeed weak. Although there are students behind him, the students may know more anecdotes, especially there are two pure-blood children.

But William didn't expect it at all, and in the end it was Harry who he thought might answer this question to answer him.

"I remember, Professor," Harry also lowered his voice, "Nick asked me to say something nice to the leader of this team. He has always dreamed of joining this team."

Are you really a guest of the show?

William is a little embarrassed-the stories about the Headless Horseman are all in the horror story category. He has also watched movies and TV series about the Headless Horseman, and he has always been very scared of this creature. So many people rushed out, and the obstacle spell didn't work, only black magic.

"Sorry, I was mistaken. I thought it was the attacker." William said in an apologetic voice. "Some unpleasant things have happened recently. I'm too nervous."

"It's ok."

The head of the person whose head fell on the ground flew up again, looking at William's wand that hadn't been relaxed, his tone was very kind.

"Can you let Patrick go first, Professor?"

"No problem," William responded swiftly-although the solution is very difficult, since the wrong person was hit, it still needs to be solved.

Fortunately, the opponent is a ghost, and the sequelae that could hardly be recovered do not work for these dead guys. As long as the magic is removed, the opponent can still jump around...

"Great, professor," the headless horseman pressed his head to his neck and got off the horse. "Where are Nick and the others? Didn't it mean that today is Nick's five-hundredth anniversary of death?"

"It should be that Barrow went, I'm not sure--" William's tone was also very kind. After all, it was the reason why he was too nervous. "Bart rushed to the top all of a sudden, I think he might have to go down, like The same as Ms. Gray, but he didn't turn into light in the basement..."

"Go on?"

William's speculation was interrupted before he finished speaking. The remaining people claiming to be the Hunters rushed upwards as soon as they caught their ghost horses. The one who dismounted even had no time to mount, so he pulled the horse and rushed upward...

‘You don’t care about this one underground? ’

William didn't even complain about it and disappeared. He could only wave his wand and slowly defrost the frozen ghost in front of him-it was not an easy job.

Magic itself is good at destruction, and black magic takes the destruction to the extreme. Correspondingly, it is much more difficult to solve the spell. Fortunately, it took more than half a minute for his own spell. William finally used the fastest and the biggest sequelae. The magic unraveled the freezing--anyway, the ghost ignored the sequelae.

"Wait a minute, there are still horses left untied."

William told the big guy, but the impatient ghost rushed towards the ceiling carrying the frozen horse before he even cast a spell, without even saying a word.

"Wait a minute, if you don't untie it, it will take at least half a year or more!"

William yelled toward the sky, but it didn't work-the opponent had rushed to the ceiling without coming out in the second half.

"Simply."

William murmured a word, and didn't bother to turn him off-the ghost would not die anyway, and the spell would be solved by itself.

He looked down at the four students, "Okay, both the host and the guest ran away. Obviously we don't have to stay any longer. Let's go back and eat something. The banquet should still be open."

The four of them would naturally not object, even if Harry had the task of saying good things, there was nothing to do. The banquet was not open, so what kind of things would he say?

——

"Professor, are you using black magic?"

On the way back, a shocked child finally recovered. Curiosity was restored again with the rising temperature, and Hermione, who was the most knowledgeable, couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, black magic, ordinary magic is mocked after all," William nodded, "I have to admit, I'm a little nervous."

"Yes, but you are..."

Harry was a bit speechless. The predecessor of the current self-defense magic class was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the teacher of this class actually used black magic?

"How do people who don't understand it fight it?" William responded with a smile. As he moved away from the ghost den, his mood improved and he was very willing to answer questions.

"If you think about it, if a wizard hasn't even read a book, and then claims that he can use hundreds of kinds of magic, isn't that pure nonsense?"

"Of course, this example is not appropriate, but it's almost what it means-the professor in this course can't even use black magic, how can he teach people defense."

Speaking of this, William felt that he had a tendency to promote black magic to harm students, and quickly added.

"Of course, I'm not saying that you have to master black magic if you want to face it, nor that it is a good thing to use black magic. If you can, I hope you will not touch black magic forever. After all, as a spell, it is classified as black. The effect of magic spells is too evil."

"Then Professor, what's the matter with Nick?"

Seeing that William didn't want to talk more about black magic, Harry asked another question.

"It may be the specter who is watching and deciding to go on. You know, the ghosts are not willing to face the existence of death," William shook his head. "Actually, they don't like this kind of self, but there is nothing to tell If you have enough courage to accept death, you can only be trapped in a ghostly state."

"But, is that better than death?"

William shook his head, "I remember that your lower-grade students were not allowed to cast spells during holidays. How did it feel when you picked up the wand again at the beginning of school?"

"Can't be better, Professor!"

"But when you become a ghost, you can no longer afford to hold a magic wand, let alone enjoy food, and can no longer go to new places. You can only wander in the memory—" William sighed, "Lost power, loses perception , Losing exploration, this kind of longevity is worse than death."

...

"Okay, the banquet hall is here. I have some important things. I have to go to the office first. You sneak in. If you are stopped, I will tell you that I took you to the banquet-but that's it."

William pointed not far away, preparing to part ways with the students.

He heard a lot of secrets from Barrow the Blood Man at today's banquet. In order to prevent memory confusion, he had to copy these things quickly and then use them.

Although Barrow did not turn into light in front of him, looking at the reactions of those ghosts, it is estimated that Barrow will never be seen again, and there is nowhere to inquire about these information.

‘Ravenclaw’s information should have nothing to do with the curse, but to be on the safe side ~www.readwn.com~ I still keep it-when the dust settles and give it to Professor Flivy, he should like it. Professor Binns should also like these materials, but he has to wait to give it to him. Anyway, Professor Bins will wait...’

While copying the information, William contemplated the future use of the information.

‘Okay, there should be no deviation. ’

Two large sheets of parchment were filled with questions tonight, which made William extremely satisfied.

‘I don’t know what’s going on at the party, I’m hungry. ’

"Bart, can you bring me some food?"

William shouted towards the empty space.

It took a long time for Bart to come over with food, "Sorry Professor, sorry!"

The elf quickly apologized, "The kitchen is in chaos, we are busy preparing some food for the students in a hurry. The banquet was messed up by the ghosts, and Pepy Ghost took the opportunity to mess around!"

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