From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"what is this?"

　　 With the use of the spell, silver-white smoke appeared in front of William's wand, and then quickly condensed, forming a small creature that William did not recognize.

　　 "This is the so-called mature patron saint? But, what is it? How did I break through the most difficult step?"

　　 Such doubts filled William's heart, but none of this affected the fact that the little creatures existed in front of him.

　　‘First figure out what it is, and then figure out how it happened. ’

　　 William put away his divergent thoughts, and began to observe the patron saint in front of him earnestly.

　　‘It’s so small, smaller than a sparrow, and bigger than a thumb...’

　　 He tried to stop the patron saint in his hand, and did it easily.

　　 After the flying bird stopped flapping its wings, William finally saw its true colors.

　　‘I don’t know this kind of creature...’

　　 William shook his head. There is no such existence in his known creatures and magical creatures.

'The patron saints are all silver, otherwise it would be easy to find them. Now, I can only write down the physical characteristics and ask the old professor-Hagrid is fine, but he seems to prefer magical creatures, in terms of biological cognition. No one is as knowledgeable as the old professor. ’

　　 After making up his mind, William stopped it on the table and began to write a letter while observing its appearance.

　　"Dear Professor Kettleborn:

　　 Hello, in the last communication, you said that you went to the Fire Dragon Reserve to enjoy your retirement life. I don’t know if the scald medicine I sent by the owl has played its due role.

　　……

　　 I was studying the Patronus Mantra recently, and I encountered some difficulties.

　　 To be precise, although I summoned the patron saint, I still don’t understand what kind of creature it is. "

　　 William looked at the silver bird again, describing its image.

　　 "It is very small, it looks only a little bigger than Garon, and its beak is very long and long, um...a little fat," William wrote a little, and then desperately found the magical creature book from his box.

　　 "Yes, it has a little crest, and its tail feathers are quite slender. Although its color is not visible, it can be seen that it has quite obvious throat spots."

"It flies very fast-of course, I know that the speed of the patron saint is not originally the speed of the original creature, but it looks really fast, and it can even...stay in the air, yes, Keitelber Professor Eun, it didn’t rely on the special effects of the patron saint to stay, but on those wings, it’s very magical..."

　　……

　　"Your friends and colleagues,

　　 William. "

　　 wrote the letter, stuffed it into the envelope, and then William got up and went to Diagon Alley-he doesn't have his own owl yet, so he has to rent one from the post office.

　　‘It’s time to buy an owl. At least the first year has passed. Don’t worry that I have not borne the curse and no one will take care of it. ’

　　 Sending away the letter, William thought about it.

　　 But this matter can’t be anxious. Raising owls depends on the eye-if you don’t have a good look these days, you can wait until the beginning of school. Then there will be a new batch of owls waiting for freshmen to buy before entering school.

　　 What's more, he is not in the mood to take a good stroll. Owls are not as shocking as the patron saint.

　　 "Let’s go back and think about the patron saint. If you don’t figure it out, I’m afraid I’m going to have trouble sleeping today."

　　——

　　 "I can't figure it out, I still can't figure it out."

　　 William leaned back in his chair, thinking about the Patronus Charm.

　　【The patron saint curse is widely regarded as a kind of advanced magic, far above the level of ordinary wizards.

To successfully use this magic, the caster must focus on recalling the happiest memory they can think of (the more pleasant the memory brings, the stronger the effect of the spell), and use the wand to draw a circle to accumulate power for the spell .

After 　　, you need to pronounce the spell "Call God to protect". The patron saint will emerge from the tip of the wand and run towards the target. 】

　　‘This is the most popular explanation...Basically there is no deviation...’

　　 "But did I really have the memory of trying to remember what happiness?"

　　 William muttered to himself.

　　 The success of that magic was too sudden. He originally planned to deal with the patron saint curse in two years-no way, this kind of high-end curse, once the study does not understand, two years is a trivial matter.

　　 Although those white misty patron saints are also effective, they are far worse than the formed ones.

　　 He tried to recall the scene of the successful casting. He just discovered the black magic that works against the dementors from a purchased book. After careful inspection, he thought that the spell was effective.

After 　　, he recalled his practice and felt that he could deal with dementors, but because of the rules, he couldn't do it.

　　 Then, like a joke, he tried to summon the patron saint, and then succeeded.

　　 "Happiness? Happiness against dementors?"

　　 "Or-hope?"

　　 Such a word came to William's mind-after discovering that the difficulties were not as difficult as imagined, and even having other solutions, he felt that there was hope for defeating the Dementors?

　　 "That thing is really scary..."

　　 He took a deep breath, and then drew out his wand.

　　 "Call God to guard."

　　'S tone was calm, however, the small and exquisite bird flew out and flew quickly in the direction the wand was pointing, until it hit the wall, passed through it, and then disappeared.

　　 can still use the patron saint spell normally, if nothing goes wrong, he has mastered the spell completely.

　　 "So, the happiest thing I feel is that there is hope in front of me?"

　　 He couldn't help but get happy, smiled happily, and then killed a chocolate frog.

　　——

　　 "William, Professor Kettleborn is looking for you!"

　　 Old Tom knocked on the door and shouted out the identity of the person. After that, William, who secretly held his wand, saw Professor Keitelburn who hadn't seen him for a long time.

　　 "Be cautious as always, William Jr."

　　 The old professor looked very energetic, "I apparated and rushed over when I received your letter."

　　 He sat at the table cheerfully, "There is no chocolate on the table? This is not like your room."

　　 "It's too dangerous to put it on the table. After reading a book, you will find that you don't know when there is a lot of wrapping paper," William answered with a smile and began to take out snacks.

　　 "It makes sense, as if I had already changed my wooden legs," the old professor nodded, very seriously, "The set Albus gave me was almost burnt and doesn't work anymore."

　　Whose retirees will go to the Fire Dragon Reserve...

　　 "By the way, William, I heard that your student's OWLs scores were pretty good last year?"

The old professor opened the packaging of Weidou Dou while talking about his grades. "I have heard many students in the past say that their children are going to take exams this year. They are very happy, and think that their children will have an extra one this semester. A certificate."

　　 "This year's students are not so easy to take. Let's not talk about the problems of the examination authority. You know, there are two Weasleys in the fifth grade this year."

　　 William shook his head, saying that this class of students is really the most difficult one to manage.

　　 "Of course-the two of them also stole my sniffing, very precise technique, until I came back I found that I was missing one."

　　...Sometimes, you are as big as Hagrid.

　　‘By the way, Hagrid said he was officially hired. Let’s make a bet to see when he will stay in school for the first time. ’

　　 The old professor said quite relaxedly, as if it was not a check-in at school, but a daily check-in.

　　‘Let Hagrid go...I still want to help him be popular...’

　　 "By the way, my student grades this year are also good, and the final grades are also good-who corrected the final papers?"

　　 "Professor McGonagall."

　　 "Oh, Minerva, thank you very much."

　　The old professor said witty words that didn't mean thank you at all.

　　 The two chatted for a long time about interesting things about this school, and it was not until the end that they remembered the business.

　　 "By the way, I almost forgot, we are here to identify the patron saint!"

　　 "I also forgot..."

　　 William laughed with him, then took out his wand, and began to summon his patron saint towards the corner.

　　 When the bird was called out, the old professor focused his gaze on it.

　　 "Well, like this, this spot... is a hummingbird."

　　 The old professor said affirmatively.

　　 "Hummingbird?"

　　 "A little bird that lives on nectar," the old professor carefully identified, "not a magical creature, but there is no such thing in Britain now."

　　 He shook his head, "If it is a magical creature, I can write a special report. The protection of magical creatures is quite rare. Albus's is that his magical creature is a phoenix, which is very similar to Fox."

　　 "You make it fly, William."

　　William followed his kindness, and the little bird hovered in the air like he had seen before.

　　 "That's it, you see, it can hang in the air with a little buzzing sound-if it were not a patron saint, this sound would be louder."

　　 "Even without the original bright colors, it is still beautiful, isn't it?"

　　 The old professor couldn't stop talking about his professional knowledge. After a long time of explaining, he smiled at William.

　　 "It looks very much like you, William."

"Ok?"

　　 "I especially love sugar, this and the buzzing sound became the source of its name."

The old professor laughed after he finished speaking, "It's getting late, I have to leave, William, or I can't help but drink again. Old Tom's tavern will not let out non-drinking guests at will, but the doctor has already sent a warning. Now they will notify Albus when I drink."

　　 "See you later, William Jr."

　　 The old professor left before night fell—as he said, if you don’t leave, old Tom will take out the treasure.

　　 "Hummingbird?"

　　 Birds that feed on honey-yes, although the old professor made a joke, but in Azkabanna, without chocolate and candy, he might really not be able to stand it.

　　 "If you meet those dementors again, just send a patron saint."

　　 As written in most defensive books, the patron saint is the strongest weapon-when dealing with dementors.

　　William felt the temperature of the wand in his hand, "Of course, Arvada is also possible, but it is not necessary."

　　——

　　 "Professor, can a wizard fight on a flying broomstick?"

　　 After finishing his daily training, Harry suddenly asked such a question.

　　 "Riding a flying broomstick to fight?"

　　 William was stunned. He would use the flying broom, but it was the limit to control the direction with both hands-he had no talent here.

　　 Furthermore, it is impossible for anyone in Azkaban to use flying broomsticks to fight.

　　 Although there are all kinds of prisoners, most of the people riding on flying broomsticks are smugglers, so flying broomstick fighting skills really don’t exist.

　　 This matter is very easy to understand-for smugglers, flying broomsticks have only two states.

　　 An empty broom and a broom full of smuggled goods.

　　 In the previous situation, just riding and running would be fine-no one would attack without oil, water and fishing. Most of the people who can do it are the hitters of the Ministry of Magic. If you don't run to fight back, wouldn't you wait for Azkaban?

　　When it is fully loaded, it can't be hit anymore. A broomstick's cargo is completely shattered with a shot of magic. No matter which side is willing, it will be deterred at most, and then hit the ground.

　　 If you can’t beat it, just deliver it, or just run away, the result is the same anyway.

　　 "Why did you think of this question, Harry?"

　　 William looked at him suspiciously, "How can I say it, it's actually not impossible. In theory, if you cast a spell in midair and force the opponent to stop, then it is normal to fight with a broomstick."

　　 "Is that all right?"

　　 "But, if I remember correctly, some magic can be forbidden to fly in the air, just like a spell that prohibits apparition."

　　 "In that case, flying becomes a malpractice. Think about it, what happens if the flying broom fails? If life-saving methods such as floating spells are banned, then—"

"More importantly, for most wizards, Apparition is the best way to save their lives, and riding on a broom means you completely give up Apparition-I am afraid that only Dumbledore can move on the broom. Can you do it?"

　　 "Can't fire crossbow arrows?"

　　 "Firebolt?"

　　 William was taken aback~www.readwn.com~ He seemed to have seen it in an advertisement in the Daily Prophet, but why did Harry say this?

　　 "No, no high-end broomstick will work. Although no-fly magic is difficult, it is too targeted."

　　 "Until now, I have never seen a wizard that can fly without relying on foreign objects," William shook his head, "Nor can black magic."

　　 "Black magic won't work either, professor?"

"Of course, don't think black magic is too magical," William nodded. "For most wizards, it is just an offensive spell with more side effects. If someone does it, then the magic is not black. Magic, but the wizard himself."

　　 "Well, professor, I understand."

　　 "You didn't intend to cast spells on other teams on the broomstick, I remember it was illegal."

　　 Today’s training was very effective, and William joked cheerfully.

　　 "Of course not, that's a serious violation. I'm just wondering if I can train to use a broom to avoid magic-I think I should make progress there."

　　 "Well, you can consider it."

　　 William nodded—the flying broomstick training method can be included in the training column.

　　 Training at that speed might be better.

　　 "The day after tomorrow, I will prepare the venue."