From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Generally speaking, those who use Occlumency are not serious people."

"Even the graduates of Hogwarts have few people who have access to this kind of magic. N.E.W.Ts won't take that."

"why?"

"I don't understand, right? If you hold Veritaserum and can Occupy the brain, you are a natural criminal, and the Ministry of Magic can't find anything."

‘Not this memory. ’

William carefully recalled Azkaban's memory-a little carelessness would lead to a dementor, which was not something worth remembering.

"Anyway, we don't have a master of Occlumency here. Dementors hate people who are good at Occlumency. Although they will still be affected, the dementors can't eat anything..."

‘It’s not this. ’

[Every guy who is good at Occlumency has an ulterior secret, so they are calmer than others at all times, whether it’s happiness, sadness or other emotions... The most important thing is that once they have a foreboding Attempting to manipulate the memory will immediately concentrate.

But that’s too complicated. I’ll tell you, just stare at them. Most of the spells that capture memory can only be done by looking at each other with your eyes. So when you suddenly look at each other, the guy who suddenly turns your gaze is big. Probability is the master of Occlumency! 】

'This is it! ’

What's the use?

He couldn't jump over to other professors to look at people like he was crazy—if anyone tried to play with William like this, William would definitely tell him what it means to draw a stick quickly and cast spells quickly.

‘So Azkaban brags, it’s not feasible at all...’

\'and many more! \'

William suddenly thought of a good way, but it was a bit too bad.

"No, I have to pack it, or my reputation will be seriously damaged."

He began to flip through the calendar, looking for a more suitable time, and it was not good to jump out suddenly, but it was not the same to put it on the title to celebrate the holiday.

"It's quite suitable, it's perfect, there is Valentine's Day!"

He quickly complimented-the next step is to ask ‘people’ to do things, but in theory, that’s not difficult.

——

"How is your investigation?"

In the late-night lounge, the League of Amnesiacs had a party again.

"We are getting rejected," Harry said weakly. "Someone has begun to suspect that we have smeared something strange on our bodies. Percy even stopped us and persuaded us for an entire hour, hoping that we would not be okay. Ran around..."

"Come on…"

Ron on the side unceremoniously dismantled the stage, "Harry, you have turned too much in front of Ravenclaw, and their prefects have invited you to answer questions!"

"Shut up Ron."

"Has any suspicious persons been found out?"

"Today are seven or eight people again..." Harry and Ron passed the list to Hermione. "Does this really work?"

"Trust my judgment." Hermione took the list. "We have to continue tomorrow."

——

"Today is the sixth grade course and can start."

When he got up early in the morning, William felt guilty for a while before heading to the restaurant with a thick parchment.

Because the bag held this time was too thick, everyone saw it during the meal.

"Today is the sixth grade course, right?"

"Yes, so thick, so many papers..."

"Finally, are you going to start the sixth grade?"

...

The fearful sixth grader finished today's breakfast without knowing the taste, and from time to time turned his attention to the staff table.

But no matter what, the class still needs to be attended. In fear, a group of people came to the classroom.

"I'm going to take the exam, don't say if you fail, you have to get the first place!"

Percy sat in the crowd with a serious face.

On the Christmas exam, he won a precious blessing potion and secured the first place. Although the seventh graders and those who did not stay in school were not convinced, he was quite happy to take the first place.

"Must be first!"

However, a class was almost over, and the professor still did not move the paper bag on the podium.

"What are you paying attention to?" The professor on the podium stopped suddenly-"Can a paper bag affect your concentration?"

"Although there are no major exams in the sixth grade, this mentality is undesirable."

However, after these days, when the smiling professor says that it has nothing to do with the formal content, you can ask questions at will. Everyone knows that.

"Then Professor, what is in the bag?"

"A little activity." William did not sell it off, opening the paper bag.

Hardcover parchment, with nice patterns and a little decoration-the school didn't provide it, he bought it at his own expense.

"The lesson is over, no one writes something on top of the rest of the time," William took out a piece of paper to indicate, "It can be signed or unsigned, it can be given to anyone in the castle, I will Let some special messengers convey the content."

"Then professor, what if I write to Dumbledore?"

Someone has a question below.

"Ah, this..." William looked at the student with a frightened face, "Then I will take a look at the content of the letter secretly, and then decide whether to deliver the letter or read it aloud."

"Read it?"

"Ah, by the way, I forgot to mention it. You can also choose the way of expression. Messaging is still read aloud-but if it is a Messaging, I suggest you come by yourself and have courage."

William smiled and looked at the students, "Of course, the day is the day you think about it. Okay, what are you waiting for, let's start writing!"

Those who have written will surely communicate, and those who haven't written will also communicate-give an anonymous letter to anyone who doubts it, and watch his reaction at that time.

Believe it or not, I really received it anyway!

‘Go back and you will be able to list the suspects. ’

——

"Have you heard that Professor William is willing to use parchment for other things!"

"I thought there was only paper!"

"No, anyway, do you guys want to write anything?"

"No no."

The speaker shook his head, ignoring the draft he had prepared yesterday.

"Yes, we have to care about OWLs exams."

Those who echoed ignored the words in the book~www.readwn.com~ In the midst of the thousands of calls, Professor William finally came, still the big paper bag, thick, it seems to make people want to write something What an impulse.

‘You can be anonymous! Who should I write to? ’

‘Is it greedy to write to two people? Will you be scolded? ’

‘I bought the same type of characters yesterday, so you can’t find them if you stuff them together, right? ’

"It's really good for everyone to be so energetic," William opened the bag with a smile, "Take advantage of such a good spirit, let's take an exam!"

A thick stack of papers was taken out and placed on the table.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

…

"Ding!"

ps: That's it. I won’t finish writing until 12 o’clock in the future...it’s too painful...