From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The leeks that have been raised for more than half a year are growing quite gratifyingly, even if the papers are published, the children's grudges and start to do the questions have not affected William from hearing the "ding" reminder from time to time.

‘Choose it, the quality of the box seems to be related to talent. ’

William sat on the podium and began to sort the boxes-the fifth grade students took the exam for more than half a year, and William was not confident in other classes, but he was clear about the talents of the children in the self-defense class he taught.

‘The boxes provided by the few talented students are reserved for future testing of the elixir.’ William simply classified them, and then started to open the boxes extravagantly.

"Why so many white cards..."

William glanced, and the skills of the white cards were also very uniform...

[Possibility of young people: tearing up this card, there is a certain probability that the unselected one will open the treasure chest and draw again. 】

‘It’s also a skill...As for this certain chance...10 consecutive guarantees, even if you don’t lose money...’

William shook his head and counted. There were three meal vouchers in a pile of white cards. It was a good thing. As for the other white cards, there were also a bunch of probabilities. Probability allowed the potion to be successfully refined. Gui Feiqiu knocked the opposite side off the broom. It was messy, not as good as the young man's possibility.

‘I’ve been a professor for a year, don’t you know the talent of the student, please be content...’

William shook his head, and when he collected the papers, he handed out the parchment. "Okay, after the exam, please count the things you have to say and write them. Combine work and rest. Just don't pay too much attention to it. This year is the year of OWLs. , You don’t have much thoughts elsewhere!"

"The teacher-student relationship still needs to be maintained," William looked at the student who couldn't hide his joy from below, and finally gave up his plan to finish the last sentence.

‘If you tell them that this is the last holiday-like day you can enjoy, it would be cruel that the homework assigned by the professors of the various subjects during Easter and Spring Break will crush you to death...’

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"Your suggestion is great, Professor William!"

The ghost sitting across from William exclaimed, "We will send them blessings on Valentine's Day, scare them and tell them how beautiful love and the world are at the same time, God, why didn't such a professor tell me when I was alive? "

"But it's not too late," she looked at William seriously, "I finally understand why some people choose to go on. You must have led them to discover more beauty..."

This made William a little embarrassed-most of the ghosts who chose to go on convinced themselves that they wanted to go, he just listened carefully to the ghosts.

"See you later, Professor William." The ghost stood up and bowed, "Thank you for your support. We will use this money to make more wizards fall in love with this world."

"That's hard work," William responded with a smile, "I will apply to the school as soon as possible for all the procedures and notify with an owl."

"Well, it's still the address," the ghost lady said, floating out from the wall of William's office.

Halfway through the drift, she suddenly turned her head back as if thinking of something and looked at William with a serious expression.

"By the way, Professor William, would you mind coming to our troupe as deputy head?"

"This, I'm afraid it's not appropriate." William was stunned, and then quickly declined—what an international joke, it was a ghost singing group. Although the singing is praised by ghosts and normal wizards, he is a big man. What's the matter of going in...

"It's okay, we can wait," the ghost who came to talk about business looked more serious. "I believe that someone who loves life like you will accept our philosophy after death. If you live to be two hundred years old, two In less than a hundred years, our singing group has a history of 700 years."

"Knowing that you are unacceptable at the moment, but it doesn't matter, we have enough time to wait for you to make a decision..."

William suddenly didn't know what to say...

"Sorry, sorry." Seeing William suddenly didn't know what to say, the ghost salesman finally realized that he had said something extraordinary. "Sorry, Professor William, I didn't mean that. Anyway, you think slowly. …Not…goodbye, see you on Valentine's Day!"

She ran across the wall in a panic, leaving William in a daze for a while.

‘No, I remember that we were talking about the business very well. I’m out of Kanon and you guys. It’s good that everyone happily completes the work together. Why can we talk about two hundred years later! ’

Thanks to his fame among the ghosts, this time he easily made appointments with a singing group that loves to praise life, which is a big name among the ghosts—mostly because they think the world is too beautiful, and they are afraid that they will not see it if they go down. The literary ghost of Chunhuaqiuyue.

Choosing a ghost is something he has considered for a long time—no one who sends a blessing is more sudden than a ghost, so that he can truly investigate the first reaction of the person who received his unique gift.

And even if the murderer finds out that he is showing his feet, it doesn't matter, at least within William's cognition, there is no wizard who can kill ghosts.

‘Unless Dumbledore does it himself...or the Dark Lord has a chance to recover to his best condition...’

William tried to figure it out, and began to compose verses for the key squatting targets.

But soon William discovered that he was really not that level.

"In the middle of the night, the library is closed..." William thought, "If you borrow it tomorrow, you will be easily spotted..."

Looked through my collection of books—magic books, magic books...Diagon Alley special issue...magic books.

‘I’ve come to school, I didn’t even read those novels and biographies...’ He was surprised to find that his library had almost nothing to use-copying the special issue could easily lead to a duel...

William Yuguang, who was shaking his head, finally glanced at something useful—the hardcover book presented by Professor Lockhart that seemed to be able to fill up the inventory. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

'best seller? It’s not impossible...’

'How do you say that Professor Lockhart is also a popular writer. Although I probably turned it over and studied it and didn't read it, the travel novels should be the same as the 007 movies. They are more or less contaminated with so many love-related words. . ’

‘It’s great to say that the person who made an anonymous confession is a big fan of Professor Lockhart. A ten-year-old fan comes uninvited... Anyway, everyone knows that Professor Lockhart has many fans! ’

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"Damn it, thinking about the plan, forgot to prepare the greeting card..."

"It's okay to incorporate the initial work that I tried to write back then. Anyway, it is the greeting card that the student gave to the student...that is, some secretly found in the fan letter to convey it!"

Lockhart also struggled with writing.

"You can start the activity after tomorrow!"

ps: There are three hundred in Chapter 2, I don't believe it, I can't figure out three hundred words in half an hour!