From Azkaban To Hogwarts

On the second day when William got himself half drunk, the door of his room knocked.

　　Although he was still in a daze, he subconsciously picked up his wand and cast a sleeping spell at the door.

　　 But the spell failed.

　　 is not deviated, not blocked by protective spells such as the iron armor curse, but rather exists as if it has fallen into a quagmire, swallowed clean, and there is not even any noise.

　　 This unusual thing immediately aroused William's alertness. He woke up almost instantly, and hit the window with a splitting spell.

　　 "Crack!"

　　 The sound of broken glass exploded in the room, and when the sound spread throughout the room, William slammed directly into the wall. While applying an iron armor curse to himself, the splitting curse directly hit the wall.

　　‘There’s no time to use the soaking curse. ’

　　 William closed his eyes tightly, and threw a splitting spell in the direction of the window based on his familiarity with the environment of his room, and then rolled to the window.

　　 Throwing out the cloth strip in his hand and pulling himself towards the window sill, he took the opportunity to roll over the broken glass shards and broken window frames, and fell directly downstairs.

　　 Almost instantly, he released the Levitation Charm to himself, then released the cloth strip, and flicked a black magic towards the original window.

　　 I was not sure that the magic was missed, nor did he see what kind of damage this black magic caused. William directly applied a transformation technique to his pajamas, changed the style of his clothes, and conjured himself a pair of shoes by the way.

　　‘It’s time to run. The opponent is terrible. If I run, he will chase me. But if I fight with him here, I don’t know if the opponent has reinforcements, and it’s easy to kill everyone in a hotel. ’

　　 This thought emerged, and William left and ran towards the wall of Diagon Alley-as long as there is a blind spot, he can take the opportunity to Apparate.

　　 "God, Professor William... You are not going to let me build the house by myself..."

　　 Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded from above, and William couldn't help but glance at it while dodge subconsciously.

　　 That's right... It's Dumbledore.

　　 William, who was planning to run away, was stunned.

　　 "This joke is not funny at all, Professor Dumbledore..."

　　 He shrugged his shoulders for an unprecedented time, and put his wand hand to his side, but the wand was still firmly pinched in his hand.

　　 "My dear Professor William, I think it's better for you to come up and talk-if you don't fix the house, old Tom will really be angry."

　　 Dumbledore stretched out his head to tell a cold joke, and waved his hand. The windows and glass broken by William all floated up, returning to his original state under the influence of magic.

"It shouldn't be a fake," William thought for a while, and finally decided to take a small risk, and took out spare clothes from the bag, and when there was no one to wear it, he walked towards the broken cauldron bar. .

　　 However, the lower level of the bar at this moment is empty-there are three loud noises, even the people sleeping like dead pigs are awake, let alone the people who are energetic in the bar early in the morning.

　　 "Professor Dumbledore."

　　 "Hello principal."

　　...

　　 All sorts of people crowded into William's room and greeted Dumbledore.

　　 Old Tom stood beside him happily, completely forgetting his original rule of not staying upstairs.

"Good morning."

　　 "Yes, yes, the school is good, and so are the professors."

　　 "There is still some time before school starts."

　　 "Yes, I like that too."

Dumbledore smiled very kindly, answering the questions of the onlookers, until he saw William he smiled apologetically at the crowd around him, "Sorry, everyone, there are some private matters today, I have to talk to our William The professor has a good conversation. Come here first today, okay?"

　　 He smiled and looked at everyone on the court, and the people who were onlookers had no plans to depend on it. They said goodbye to Dumbledore and then left, and walked downstairs.

Of course, you can imagine that the next day, or even a few days, the bragging topic of the Broken Cauldron Bar should be the few days I was at Hogwarts and what Dumbledore said to me when I was at school. .

　　 "Some hot chocolate, Professor Dumbledore?"

　　 A flower bloomed on Old Tom’s face, "Or mead?"

　　 "A little bit of it, Tom," Dumbledore replied softly, "but please send it here later. I want to talk to Professor William."

　　 "No problem, Professor Dumbledore."

　　 Old Tom happily went to make chocolate, leaving William who didn’t know what happened.

　　 This is really not to blame for his confusion-Dumbledore ran over early in the morning, disturbing people's dreams, and tore down the small half of the broken cauldron with him.

　　 "Anything in a hurry, principal?"

　　 William sat down and asked curiously.

　　 "Today is the day for scores, Professor William." Dumbledore's face was serious, making people completely unaware that this white-haired, white-bearded old wizard was actually the first white wizard in the magic world.

　　 "A score? Day, I thought it was the end of the month..."

　　 William was stunned, and then almost gave himself a moment-he was in a bad mood during this time, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

　　 Of course, the main reason is that Professor Macchiban, the head of the examination management bureau who is in charge of reviewing the test papers, gave him an early pass. After knowing that the results were good, he was relieved.

"It's almost the same in the hands of students, but the school must have known it in advance," Dumbledore's smile became more gentle. "Very good, Professor William-I can even say that sending you the job offer was Hogwarts last year. The right choice ~www.readwn.com~All the students passed, all the students got the certificate of magic self-defense, and more than 80% of the candidates got E or O."

　　 Still 20% is just A?

　　 Twenty percent of the students just passed the test... but there is not all E.

　　 Such thoughts drifted by, and William couldn't help but blame himself for being too greedy.

　　 "This is Hogwarts's best grade in the past 50 years. If we talk about this subject alone, it is the best grade in the past 300 years."

Dumbledore’s face was full of praise, "And not only the OWls score, but the score is also quite gratifying, because this year's self-defense performance is relatively good, the Auror office has passed the application of four students, related to this certificate The employment rate has also increased by 5%."

　　 "That's the reason for their own hard work," William is embarrassed to take the credit. Most of the seventh grade study is based on self-study, and he just provided a little help.

　　 "Too humble, Professor William."

　　 Dumbledore cheerfully handed over a letter and a book.

　　 "The letter is a notice from the school about the convenience of a salary increase. Professor McGonagall originally wanted to send it by owl, so I brought it here.

　　 Dumbledore explained with a smile, and then his expression became formal, "This book is more important, Professor William, please do not spread the knowledge in it, let alone let the rest of you touch it."

　　Ps: There is one more chapter, I guess it will be late... I'm not sure about the speed after twelve o'clock...