From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Uh, uh, that's it."

William in the office nodded, with an expression of listening attentively.

"You think so too, professor?"

The ghost opposite William looked at William and nodded heavily, and was quite satisfied with William's reaction.

"They are too much, right?"

"Of course, there is no problem, madam—" William made the most correct response, which made the face of the ghost sitting opposite him look much better, even though it was originally silvery white.

"Thank you, Professor." The ghost lady had an open expression on her face, but she quickly turned into sorrow, "Sorry, Professor, I still seem to be unable to put it down..."

"Walk more and take a look," William swallowed the words that the time to his mouth would dilute everything, and turned to other comforts without a trace. "It's no good for you to stay there all the time, you should change it. A place is a ghost, it might be better to know more ghost friends."

"Maybe—" The ghost lady's voice became deeper and deeper, "Anyway, thank you, Professor, I will consider your suggestion carefully."

She stood up, her expression lost, and after a hurried salute, she crossed the wall and left.

"Oh, I have a headache..."

William sighed, put down the quill and the notes, sank on the chair, his whole body slumped on top, unable to move.

It’s already December, and more than a month has passed since Halloween, but the impact of that incident has not been dissipated until now...

After a long time, William, who had recovered some energy, finally raised his hand and pressed it on his temples to relax his brain.

This is already the 100th ghost he has received in more than a month, and it has slowed down in the past few days. In the first few days, he had no time to do other things during his leisure time in class.

‘It’s another tragedy,’ he looked at the record in his hand and shook his head.

It is normal. If there is no tragedy, no ghost will be born. Although some stories about the birth of ghosts are very happy, the core of those comedies is also tragedy. After all, ghosts are almost unwilling.

Although the official cause of the ghosts is that the dead wizards did not have the courage to face death, but after talking to the ghosts during this period of time, William discovered one thing.

Except for individual ghosts, the sentence of not having the courage to go on is completely equivalent to that there are still things that cannot be given up-the so-called undesirable is rigid. When there is nothing to keep the ghosts, they naturally have the courage to go on.

‘Of course, we can’t rule out the wonderful...’

William flipped through his own records and saw that even the handwriting was a little scribbled, confirming his thoughts again.

‘The 36th ghost guest.

Title, Bodie the Immortal

Cause of death, died after taking potions

(Followed by a series of useless records)

’

William sighed, ignored the pile of unreliable information, and skipped to the last scribbled part.

"The potion he made is the elixir that he thinks can live forever! Because he was afraid of death, he tried various ways to make himself immortal, but the potion he created after learning the potion poisoned himself to death!

Then the heart was unwilling, and felt that he shouldn't die, so he became more flexible as you!

Are there any strange ghosts in the magic world?

Tell me that he is still working **** the method of immortality?

And feel that the ghost is in good condition, at least immortal?

What kind of strange existence is this?

Wasting my time! ! ! "

William looked at the huge exclamation mark that almost pierced the paper at the end of his record, and couldn't help but laughed. ‘Speaking of which, it would be nice if all the ghosts felt like they were ghosts. ’

He closed the notebook, put it away, and locked it with magic-those records were recorded to better help the ghosts to have the confidence to go down. Although the person involved is dead, it must be kept secret.

"William!"

Adams shouted outside the door, "Is the visitor gone?"

"No, I should have changed my status, come in, Adams."

William stood up, opened the door, and shouted to Adams who was standing at the door.

"That's good," Adams walked in with a small basket, and raised the basket before sitting down, "New product! New products developed by members of my club, try it!"

"I'm looking forward to it." William was not polite. He picked up something similar to an egg tart, looked at it and found that the shape was cute, and then put it in his mouth. "Why are you free today?"

"Today is a holiday!"

Adams stared at William, "Aren't you so busy that you forgot about the days?"

"Holiday?" William flipped over. "It seems to be--but I won't have classes on Friday, so I didn't pay attention. I recently got an ancient memory ball, which will remind me to go to class the night before."

"ancient?"

"No, the one on the table," William pointed to the small crystal ball floating in the air, which was given to him by a ghost, saying that it could remind some important itineraries. After several experiments, he found that it was the mileage The watch is really good, so I just used it.

"This—the raw materials are all exhausted! This is the memory ball made from the best divination crystals. The special crystals in the place before the Wizarding War a hundred years ago were used up!"

‘God knows, that ghost seems to have died four or five hundred years ago. 'William recalled and found that it was quite normal-crystal is a consumable material. The mine that was used up a hundred years ago was not too precious four or five hundred years ago. The poor people used to eat hairy crabs to survive. The crabs in the bath are too expensive to buy...

"What's that again?" Adams' eyes pointed, and he looked at the place where the ghost of the lady was sitting. A dimly colored brooch was lying there, and he couldn't find it if he didn't look closely.

"It might be that person's reward," William shook his head, without any interest in observing carefully—the ghosts always left some small objects after they came to talk to him, some were given away explicitly, and some were secretly left behind. , Anyway, no one has come to retrieve the lost property.

"Can ghosts carry things?"

"Of course, if they want, they're just tired--" William took another **** with a marshmallow texture. At the banquet, he didn't confirm who prepared the tableware and candles, but he talked to the ghost for so long. He had already figured out that ghosts can move objects in a small amount.

"Speaking of which, you are really soft-hearted, obviously Filch has reported that he will not expel the ghosts that disturb the teaching work, and you actually took the initiative to resist things."

Adams held the brooch to identify it for a long time, but did not see why, and put it on William's table.

"Don't say it, I want to fight with myself at that time-it took me a long time to persuade Filch to accept ghosts to come over, let alone spend time talking with those ghosts."

William grinned at himself.

"Cut," Adams made a despising gesture, "How many ghosts have decided to go down during this period?"

"Five."

William said proudly.

"so much?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the effect of preaching is so good, maybe they have seen it on their own." William straightened up, "No way, if they talk differently, those guys will stick out of the wall from time to time. I took a look at you in the first place, and then another. Say something. You will run away right away, but it will be enough again the next day. Who can do it?"

"Isn't you soft-hearted?"

Adams bit a dessert and muttered vaguely.

"Okay, okay, I admit that I am indeed softened. After all, I am a child under the age of eleven, and such a small child has become a ghost-really..."

William shook his head, "His parents are still Hogwarts professors. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to enter the school until he was young. Anyhow, he is the child of a former colleague. Please help if you can help. Anyway, some conversation. That's it, I can't watch that guy come to me every day to hide and seek."

After letting the two ghosts have the courage to go down one after another, the ghosts who had lived for hundreds of years began to observe him like crazy, neither approaching nor far away, occasionally looking at him, and hiding when he noticed. There is no rest, almost 24 hours of surveillance, so his investigation can't continue at all.

Several times he planned to force the school to expel those ghosts, but in the end it was the kid who made his firm heart soften.

After making three chapters with the ghosts and giving them time to talk, William's original work and rest finally returned to normal, but the extra conversation made him burn out. As for the rewards, he let a ghost choose again. After going down, it became unimportant.

"So the brooch is going to Singid for testing?"

"Keep it first, and wait for a while. It's not embarrassing to trouble him all the time." William opened the drawer. "This is not specifically said to be given to me. Put it in this drawer for now."

He opened a drawer again, "You can choose one over here. It is clearly stated that it is given to me. Even if the effect is not too clear, it can be considered that your eyesight is better."

William simply put the drawer on the table as a whole, and Adams was taken aback by the drawer full of bits and pieces.

There is no way, except for a few rare jewels, everything has a little magic wave, how can you sell some Kanon?

"Did you rob the store?"

"No, just listening to those stories doesn't have any appraisal desire. If you want to find it, it depends on whether it is of any use." William is very Buddhist-the difficulty he faces is a top treasure like a crown. Check it out. The information hasn't improved much so far, and the things in the drawer are not helpful at all.

"Then I'm welcome."

Adams picked up a bunch of odds and ends, and didn't even eat dessert. William didn't bother to say anything, so he put the basket beside him and ate happily.

——

"That Professor William seems to have received a ghost again."

In Lockhart's office, the diary he was holding showed such words.

This made Lockhart's eyes a little red, and he grabbed his beautiful quill and started writing frantically in the diary.

"What Professor William, I am the professor! Professor Lockhart, a great adventurer, Professor Lockhart!"

"you?"

A word and a big question mark appeared on the diary, which was full of irony.

"Yes, of course it is me, the great me, the great me!"

"Give up, what's the use of your Professor Lockhart's trouble-solving club? Great? What great! Do your readers think that a club that deceives the little girls in school is more famous than a club that solves the problems of ghosts?"

"What a joke--" The words appeared in the diary faster and faster, "Professor Lockhart, do you really think those ghosts don't say anything to others?"

"No, no!~"

Lockhart's face became distorted, he frantically stroked the diary with a quill, trying to erase those **** sentences.

"I am Lockhart, I am a great adventurer, and I am a great professor!"

"Your greatness refers to the greatness that even these elves can't control?"

The sarcasm in the diary became sharper, and Lockhart closed it directly, and threw the diary far away.

But soon he picked up the diary and opened it with a guilty conscience.

"You are scared, Lockhart—like my former master Dumbledore!"

Such handwriting appeared on the diary.

"I don't! I am not, I am not!"

Lockhart was muttering, but the quill in his hand didn't write anything in the diary.

This is a real book that reflects the owner’s heart and offers suggestions for improvement-its last owner was Albus Dumbledore~www.readwn.com~ It is in this great book disguised as a diary With the help of Dumbledore, Dumbledore will become the greatest white wizard in history.

This is what Lockhart told him when he found it.

Such remarks were regarded as a joke by him, but when the book clearly showed that Professor Lockhart was actually a idiot and put forward suggestions for improvement, Lockhart was shaken.

Dumbledore's stuff!

The thing that helped him become the greatest wizard is just in front of it-it can teach him a lot of things, although it always hurts his heart, what does it matter?

Dumbledore abandoned this book after becoming the strongest wizard, so can Lockhart. After all, Lockhart was born great, right?

This book gives good suggestions to improve his strength, let him talk to students to gain reputation in the school-that Ron Weasley is a member of the Weasley family, Harry’s good friend, as long as He felt that he was a good professor, much more effective than directly working with Harry.

That's right, isn't it?

He heard Harry’s friends say good things to Harry many times-much better than the previous one.

Even the course has hints, although there is no lack of irony, but it is very effective, and there is no doubt.

As for assaulting students to create chaos, ha, that's what he is good at.

Lockhart, who had dealt with the chaos, became a hero, didn't he?

It rescued one student and took cover in another. It was a perfect plan, even Dumbledore didn't doubt it.

However, the book that followed was even more severe irony--

‘But it’s okay, I will throw you away sooner or later, until I become the greatest wizard! ’

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