From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Are you awake?"

　　 Xinjid opened his heavy eyelids.

　　‘Why did I fall asleep? Above is-Adams and William? ’

　　‘Oh, yes, I’m experimenting with the newly made magic eye. During the experiment, I saw the magic eye reflected by the water cup...’

　　‘Headache, the material is better than I thought, the effect is so good...’

　　 "Singid?" William called out again.

　　 My own medicine has been checked, and the effect is very good. Does the magic eye made by the basilisk's eyes still have amnesia?

　　 "I'm okay, William, did you get rid of the curse?"

　　 Yes, it was solved, but it was a bit extravagant and used a lot of potions-the effect of the modified magic eye is not so amazing, just like the whitewashed villain in anime, the effect is very weak.

　　 not only lost the instant death effect, but also weakened a bunch of petrochemical effects.

　　 How do you say, if that magic eye confronts the iron armor curse that William released, it will basically not break the defense, and there is even a certain chance of rebounding the petrified curse.

　　 If it wasn't for the corresponding potion in his hand, it would be the curse in Singid, and William felt that he could figure it out for seven or eight days, even the special effects can be released.

　　 "That's right, there just happens to be a corresponding potion."

　　He stretched out his hand towards Sinjid, "The operation was successful. You are already a lovely witch."

　　 "Surgery?"

　　 "Uh-" William was taken aback, and then explained, "You can understand it as a special potion taking ritual."

　　 "That's good, what's not-wait?"

　　 Xinjid was stunned, then stood up, his eyes floated, waited for a while, regardless of the surprised eyes of the two people next to him, and directly stretched out his hand.

　　 "Puff haha..."

Adams beside 　　 couldn't help it anymore, clutching his stomach and laughing frantically.

　　 "Shut up Adams, if you are laughing, I will put a compound soup in your pumpkin juice!"

　　 Singid, who had finished his inspection, roared at Adams, with a certain disagreement that he pulled out his wand to fight.

　　 "Okay, okay, I promise not to talk about this—but, is there any sense?"

"To shut up!"

　　 Sinjid has pulled out his wand.

　　 "Alright, let’s introduce your new product. I just tested it briefly to determine the treatment plan, but I still haven’t figured out how to use it."

　　 In order to prevent the two duel from laughing and causing another duel, William began to change the subject forcibly.

　　 "That's it, magic eye." Xin Jide explained indifferently, but his tone obviously paid much attention to his own products, "Although the bones are given to Hagrid, I definitely can't waste the top material of the eye."

"It's just a pity, William, your eye disease curse is too harsh, and both materials are damaged." Xinjid shook his head. "The basilisk can't recover from the damage when it's dead. Only two eyes can barely make this product. Come."

"The lethality is no longer there, and the power of petrochemicals is also reduced, but whether the petrochemicals are also controllable," he took the magic eye from William, "theoretically, it can be used instead of eyes, but there should be no original eyes. It works."

　　 "However, the accompanying enhanced petrification mantra that hardly needs to be chanted perfectly compensates for the original shortcomings. The interval is also very short, which is much faster than the chanting of the mantra."

　　 "Of course, it's a lot slower when you hold it in your hand, it's the fastest when you put it in your eyes, and it's the most aggressive--probably that's it."

　　 Singid's expression was that I could make such a thing casually, but the tone of "I'm so great, come and admire me" was almost overflowing.

　　 "How do you say... I still think it's a bit weak..."

　　 William try not to use irritating language as much as possible.

"Do you think that something that uses wizard magic can be compared with a huge basilisk?" Xinjid looked at the blood layman's expression, "I have tried to retain its power. If you take off your eyes, you can use it. If so, why bother to raise such a big basilisk by Slytherin, just dig out its eyes. Would you like to use a spell to make it plug and play?"

　　‘If you want to say that, it’s not that I haven’t seen related works...’

　　 But William certainly wouldn’t say such things—if alchemy had been so magical, then other magical creatures would have long been dead...

　　 "Okay, okay, look at your **** layman's appearance..." Xinjid said with an angry expression, "Send you off, feel the power of my magic items!"

　　 "Didn't you just make it?"

"Yes, but I have tested it and understand the performance. I have almost mastered this material. The finished product is of no help to me except for the replacement of Kanon." Sinjid waved impatiently, "I It’s time to perfect the experiment notes, a lot of time has been wasted..."

　　 William and Adams were almost driven out by him.

　　 "No, Xinjid is such a workaholic?"

　　William looked at Adams with a look of surprise-working together for almost a year, he saw this Singid for the first time.

　　 "No, he had to brag about it for a long time before, and he just finished the experiment notes and so on..."

　　 Adams also looked confused, looked at the closed door, and shook his head.

"Wait," the door was opened suddenly, and Xinjid poked his head out, "I suddenly remembered that the curse release function of the product has not been loaded on the magic eye yet, sorry William-yes, the antidote is for I, I think it will be very helpful for research!"

　　 He quickly snatched the magic eye from William's hand and the half bottle of potion left, and quickly closed the door again, "It will be done in half a month, and I will give you the finished product at that time!"

　　 "Hahahaha..."

　　 Adams was stunned and took William to leave quickly, but suddenly laughed out of nowhere.

　　 William followed him for a moment, and then laughed together. The two of them smiled without the image of a professor in the puzzled look of the portrait next to him.

　　——

　　 "How was your exam?"

　　 "When I chanted the floating spell to that mouse, I was accidentally bitten. I won't be deducted points, right?"

　　 "There should be no problem and it's not a magical creature, what about the color changing spell?"

　　 "It's great, pretty colorful black."

　　 The two speaking to the graded students looked up at the corridor over there, and found two figures squeezed in the nearest oil painting.

　　 "What happened?"

　　 "The two professors are discussing the problem over there."

　　 The portrait said listlessly, "Because it's too noisy, I can only hide here."

　　 "Go and see!"

　　...

　　 "Professor William laughed like that?"

　　 "And that Professor Adams who teaches herbalism-why are they so happy?"

　　 "It's not because of OWLs exam, right?"

　　 "Don't talk nonsense, it may be the seventh grade exam."

　　 But this answer will not make people happy either-it is not good news to be happy because of the seventh grade exam...

　　 "Don't be a question of grades..."

　　 "Impossible, the professor produced the papers so seriously, it may be-he stole the question behind and found that he usually bet on the right question?"

"possible!"

　　 The two nodded heavily—Professor William said since the beginning of the school that he would hold the test questions. Although the theory of the test questions of OWLs will not leak, they can't guess what the professors have.

　　——

　　 "Take a good look at the paper, I guess the professor is right!"

　　 "But, that's an exam for OWLs!"

　　...

　　 "Trust Professor William, and take a look at the final paper!"

　　...

　　 "Secretly telling you, the professor got the paper and found that he was right on the subject..."

　　 The OWLs exam starts on Monday. The first one is magic spells, and the next few days are polymorphism, herbal medicine, and the wizard self-defense magic taught by Professor William.

　　 And from Monday to Wednesday night, the rumors about William's papers in the last few days became more and more outrageous among the students, as if William had really stolen the test questions with magical powers.

　　 "How about, William, are you nervous?"

　　 On Thursday morning, Adams whispered a question next to William.

　　 "Not nervous. Actually, I was a little nervous on the first day of the exam, but I didn't feel nervous anymore after seeing the first day of the exam."

William easily made a baked potato for himself, "Because I found that the test mode is exactly the same as I expected, it means that my training for the fifth grade this year has basically fallen into place, if they all fail in this way. , Then I have nothing to regret."

　　 "What about the seventh grade?"

　　 "I can only say that it is not worse than the average of previous professors, and that the seventh graders have a good foundation and scary-honestly, even if I don't go to class, those guys can pass the graduation exam by themselves."

　　 "Any special treatment?"

　　 "There are still two of them who want to be Aurors. I gave them a little more of the papers I made."

　　 William brought himself a small lamb chop.

　　 "Okay, let's wait and see, although the final score will be delivered later, but in the practice class this afternoon, you can basically see that the final test score is not much different. This is experience."

　　 Adams unreservedly introduced his own experience, "No in the morning, the professor can't get in, but you can think of a way in the afternoon."

　　 "Okay, it's up to you."

　　 William fell on Adams unceremoniously-no matter how he said he was not worried, he still wanted to know how the children's answers were.

　　 "Well, don't think about it in the morning. Go to the hospital with me to see the group of students. They have woken up, but have not been allowed to leave the hospital."

"what?"

　　 "Yes, there are too many students this time, even if they take care of them very carefully, their bodies are a little weak during this period of time, after all they have been lying down for so long..."

　　 "Well, it saves me that I always think about exams." William nodded, "We will go buy some sweets and other food later."

　　——

　　 "Professor William..."

　　 Madam Pomfrey looked helpless, "Those kids don't care if they bring so many snacks. You should know that the candy and chocolate frogs are not good. Snacks like multi-flavored beans are not good for their physical recovery."

　　 "Just this time, Mrs. Pomfrey," William smiled embarrassedly. "After lying down for so long, the curse is cleared. It is not unacceptable to have some snacks..."

　　 Of course, William and Adams carrying snacks were welcomed by the students.

　　 This made them have to delay their leaving the hospital for a long time. If William was not thinking about the students who took the exams, and he himself had to cheer on the students in the afternoon, it might be delayed until late.

　　 "Recover well, next year is the time for you to go to the exam!"

　　 William waved his hand at the student at last.

　　——

　　 "I suddenly feel that the chocolate frog is tasteless..."

　　 On a hospital bed, the student who was observing the card stretched out his hand weakly.

　　 "Almost... why am I not cursed to the fifth grade, so I don't have to worry about OWLs exams."

　　 "Wake up, according to the usual practice, not only do you need to take the exam, but also carefully prepare for the second exam-basically the start time after the summer vacation. It has happened before, and the examination administration has quite complete terms..."

　　 "Shut up, Selma—you are about to be as disgusting as Professor William..."

　　 A bag of chocolate frogs smashed over and sealed the mouths of the students who opened which pot or not.

　　——

　　 "It's useless to hide, we will face the exam after all."

　　 Adams was talking coldly over there. The students he taught did not take exams this year, so it was easy.

　　 After lunch in a hurry, William and Adams began to change jobs at the entrance of the examination room and became door gods, guarding the examination room to send blessings to the students who went to the exam.

　　According to the original plan, he smiled and made a cheering gesture to cheer up the children, but the actual situation was completely different from what he thought.

Originally, he didn’t want to put pressure on the students during the exam, and he didn’t specifically ask how these students were doing. So theoretically, it’s the first time he and this group of children have close contact today, but the eyes of these students are full of him. trust.

　　 I didn’t even use William to make a cheering gesture. Every student had an expression like I’m OK when he was called in by his name. Just take a good look at you, professor.

　　 "Adams, I think something is wrong."

　　 Taking advantage of a wave of students entering, William whispered.

　　 "What's the matter, isn't it quite energetic?"

　　 Adams looked puzzled, "Do you want them to look confused, as if they can't do anything?"

　　 "No, this expression shouldn't be like this."

　　 William shook his head, "They don't look like they are going for an exam, but they are like going on an outing..."

　　 Be precise, as if you got the correct answer in advance.

　　 wait — won't it?

　　 William was stunned. The exams in the magic world are different from the stereotypes. There is not much room to make a fuss about the questions~www.readwn.com~ He pressed a few sets of questions before the exam... Isn't it pressured?

　　 "Adams, are you ready for the morning paper?"

　　 Because he was not familiar with the examiner, William could only ask Adams for help.

　　 "It's a bit difficult, but after all, I have tried it."

　　 Adams scratched his head and went out to find a familiar examiner for questioning.

　　 After a while, he ran back panting with the test questions.

　　 "On this set, the written test questions in the morning are impossible to get in the afternoon."

　　 A large piece of parchment was stuffed into William's hands, and William began to review the questions quickly.

　　 Fortunately, the question is not his question-but this question is too simple.

　　 "It's a bit like the one that was opened for the New Year..."

　　 William quickly made the paper seven or eight, and then looked at Adams next to him.

　　After pondering for a long time, William came up with such a suitable sentence.

　　 "How should I put it...I think this year's questioner is a bit despised of me..."

　　Ps: I surrender... These days there is no way to get it out during the day... Let's owe the chapter first, and see if I can pay it back on the weekend...

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