From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Humans have their limits-this is a truth that William knew very early.

Except for the existence of human beings, everyone has all kinds of shortcomings and things that are not good at doing. This is human nature and inevitable.

Just as he tried to teach himself to fly and still couldn't fly some sophomores, he couldn't figure out how the house-raised elves illegally invaded the school.

Therefore, he chose to take Harry to report.

"Professor, is it worth it to go to Professor Dumbledore for this matter?"

As he walked next to William, Harry was a little scared—he just met a weird house elf, so he wouldn't find the principal?

"As for, especially the weird threats-a huge conspiracy hangs over Hogwarts, so it wants to drive you out of school."

William repeated softly, "I'm curious, what a huge conspiracy, even Dumbledore can't keep you at school."

He smiled, "Seriously, when Dumbledore can’t protect you at school, it’s useless to run anywhere. Leaving school won’t make people safer-the one Dobby invaded you during the summer vacation. The room is now. What it can do, others can do, like a little wizard of your age who can't cast spells freely, one spell is enough."

Harry also grinned. What he was most afraid of right now was not the threat, but the need to leave Hogwarts. The professors said it was a funny thing, so naturally he didn't have to worry about it.

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"Zizi Bee Candy."

William spoke to the stone beast in the principal's office.

"Sorry Professor, the principal is not here, please go to Professor McGonagall."

…

William glanced at the principal's office with a speechless expression on his face.

‘It’s also euphemistic to throw the pot to Professor McGonagall, principal! ’

"Go to Professor McGonagall, the principal is not there."

William controlled his facial emotions and tried not to give the students the illusion that the principal was a professional dumper-the jokes passed by the professors were enough, and the students still let them face the principal of this school later. Let's catch the truth about fish.

Harry obviously belonged to the type of student who hadn't even heard of the wind. After hearing that he had gone to Professor McGonagall, the kid's complexion changed to look bad.

There is no way, Gryffindor is not afraid of all days, just afraid of his own dean, the temper is up to the professor, but all of them lose their temper when they meet Professor McGonagall.

But I was afraid of going back, and things had to be done. When William took Harry to Professor McGonagall's office, Professor McGonagall was dealing with a thick stack of papers.

"Professor McGonagall, early."

"You're too early, Professor William," Professor McGonagall watched William respond, then stared at Harry for half a minute, almost shrinking Harry's head under the table.

"Huh," Professor McGonagall sighed, and then put down the file in his hand, "Professor William, what's wrong with Potter? How long does it need to be locked up? In theory, I completely agree, but I hope he'd better not fight with him. The Weasley brothers were confined together."

"It's not confinement, professor."

"Then, expelled?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

"Professor William, expulsion is the last resort for imprisonment. The school does not recommend expelling any student, maybe things are not that bad—"

Now William didn't dare to omit it, he was afraid that Harry would have to send Azkaban to continue.

"That's it, Professor..."

William briefly recounted a conversation he had with Harry—during the conversation, he noticed that Professor McGonagall’s expression suddenly relaxed.

"In other words, in the school hospital, entered the house elves who do not belong to the school?"

"Yes, it should be so."

"But Potter, didn't you just have a broken bone? Why did you stay in the hospital overnight?"

Professor McGonagall turned to look at Harry.

"Wood felt that I needed to recover from my injuries. After consulting with Madam Pomfrey, I was placed in the hospital for observation for a day."

Harry was honestly like a quail.

"Theoretically, the elves outside the school can't enter, and the magic is still—how could it break in..."

Professor McGonagall's expression became serious.

"What magic, professor?"

"This is not something you should be concerned about, Potter."

"Yes, Professor."

Harry didn't have any problems at all.

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"Professor McGonagall said she would tell Dumbledore, it's all about us now, Potter."

William left the office with a relaxed look-the job had already been reported, so just stare at it for no surprises.

"I will let Bart pay attention to you in the next week. If Dobby dared to come over, Bart will stop him," William whispered, "It's just that you don't think about doing illegal things during this time. Yes, although I may close one eye on weekdays, if you dare to go out in the middle of the night during this period, then I will apply for confinement with Professor McGonagall."

William was talking half intimidation and half persuasion—this is very strange right now. Without some harsh words, who knows if Harry will run into trouble in the middle of the night?

The house elves who can sneak attacks are not good stubborns. William has elves inmates. Even if he doesn't use magic, he is still a master of combat, who can get rid of newcomer education and labor with his fists.

"Okay, Professor, I must pay attention."

Harry agreed without hesitation—in Gryffindor, compared to Professor William’s papers, Professor William’s dazzling confinement routines are truly unforgettable. The students who have been convicted even play pranks. The impulse is reduced.

"Are there shouts outside the window?"

William seemed to have heard something, and he asked Harry without confirming.

"It seems there is?"

Harry also nodded, which made William drew his wand and hurried towards the window-at this moment there were a lot of people outside the window, and I didn't know what was screaming over there~www.readwn.com~William listened for a while. Finally confirmed what they shouted.

"Filch?"

‘What are they calling Filch to do? ’

William looked at Harry subconsciously, but realized that Harry didn't know anything, so he had no choice but to turn his head down and listen carefully to the voices of those people.

"Felch, Filch..."

It's Filch, but what happened to Filch?

The voice below became more and more noisy and louder, and William concentrated on trying to hear the voice below with useful caution.

"Filch is dead!"

"Filch is dead!"

…

"What a joke!"

William originally wanted to continue to distinguish, but now it was too late. He didn't even have time to get down the stairs. When a magic smashed the window, he jumped straight down, adding Iron Armor Curse and Levitating Curse to himself in the air.

With a "pause", William landed on the ground with the surprised eyes of a group of students, unscathed.

"Fortunately, the floating curse is slow enough to fall off, there is time to adjust the posture, no need to roll—"

Such thoughts passed in a flash, and William directly began to look for Filch.

"My classmates give in, let me see how Filch is--" William said halfway, becoming serious, "Everyone stop walking! Don't move unless I give an order!"

"Those who are close to Filch, raise your hands!"

However, no one raised his hand. After a few seconds, the most marginal student raised his hand, "Professor, this way!"

William looked over subconsciously, and then found that something was wrong-the situation seemed to be much better than the worst case he had considered, but now the problem came again.

Why did Filch hang on the wall again?

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