From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Harry!"

　　 When Harry habitually went to the Quidditch boutique to watch the firebolt, he suddenly felt that he heard Ron's voice.

　　‘Is it a hallucination? ’

　　 Harry thought, but couldn't help looking in the direction of the sound.

　　 When he saw a familiar touch of red hair, Ron's shout rang again.

　　 "Harry, you are here!"

　　 Ron yelled happily, then ran towards Harry and gave him a big hug.

　　 Harry hesitated a little, then he controlled his desire to dodge and accepted the hug—it's not that he disliked Ron, but that this period of training gave him an instinctive response to all fast moving things.

　　 "Ron, didn't you say you want to stay there until school starts soon?"

　　 While happy, Harry couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. In the last communication, Ron also said that he would stay for a while.

"what?"

　　 Ron looked at Harry with a look of uncertainty, "School is about to start in one week, Harry, what are you thinking?"

　　 "School will start in one week?"

　　 Harry looked confused, "Impossible, is time so fast? School is about to start?"

　　 "Don't you see the date, Harry?"

　　Ron’s rhetorical question reminded Harry quickly of his experience during this period of time—running, training, and then going out for a while, going back to reading and finishing his homework, sleeping until dawn, and then repeating the day’s life.

　　 "Time has passed so long?"

　　 "What's so long," Ron was a little dazed, he looked at Harry, "What are you talking about, but you seem to be taller this time..."

"Taller?"

　　 Harry was stunned, then looked at himself at the glass-as Ron said, he was indeed a little taller, and a little stronger.

　　 He was a little lower than Ron, but now he is almost taller than Ron.

　　 "It seems to be a bit, but nothing, it may be the reason for the training during this period."

　　 Harry shook his head, "Are you here to buy textbooks today?"

"It's not... how should I say, this time we came to Diagon Alley earlier than Dad had planned," he scratched his head, "Percy had a big incident, and he was recognized by Dad's friend, so We rushed back a little earlier."

　　 "Percy?" Harry suddenly remembered their prefect. He was staid and boring, and he was well-regarded in everything—he had something big?

　　 "Yes, I don't dare to think about it..." Ron lowered his voice slightly, "but his hair is too obvious and he is still standing at the forefront..."

　　 "Standing at the forefront?"

"Yes..." Ron's voice lowered. "Dad said, Percy, he beat the Gringotts team, and even the three resigned hitters inside fell on the ground. Those few people secretly came back to help. Someone recognized Percy at that time."

　　 "I still don't understand too much, Ron."

"I didn't understand either." Ron spread his hands and lowered his voice. "Anyway, I heard that the Gringotts team seems to be doing smuggling... and they seem to be serving someone... but I just do it. I don’t understand, dad won’t let me talk nonsense anyway."

　　 "Well, I don't quite understand, so what happened to Percy in the end?"

"It's okay. Percy didn't break the law in the first place. It's just that someone wanted to put a condom on him-Dad said." Ron scratched his head. "And it seems that Rufus Scrimgeour appreciates him and wants to give him in advance. Conduct Auror training..."

　　 "Rufus Scrimgeour? Who is he?"

　　 Harry was confused, whether it was Percy's trouble or something else.

　　 "The director of the Auror office has a high prestige in the Ministry of Magic." Ron explained, "Dad is happy, but mom is not very happy-she thinks Percy shouldn't try to be an Auror."

　　 The two talked for a long time about things that no one understood, and finally put the topic on Firebolt.

　　 This is a great topic—the two talked for a whole afternoon.

　　 And Percy was being trained while they were discussing Firebolt.

　　 "What do you think..." Mrs. Weasley looked at her son with helpless expression, "Wizards dared to enter the duel, or the smuggling team and the regular team's cargo grab!"

　　 "Anyway, he did a good job, Molly."

　　 Mr. Weasley tried to calm the atmosphere on one side, but Mrs. Weasley’s gaze greeted him.

　　 "Okay, okay, please continue."

　　 Mrs. Weasley was willing to let him go and turned to look at Percy.

　　 "But, Mom—the people from Gringotts tried to use a few Sicos to deceive those precious things. They also told the surrounding teams to ban bids! We didn't look past it before we did it!"

"That's not okay," Mrs. Weasley's tone eased. "If it wasn't your father's friend who found out this time, I don't know what's next...you should know, boy, there are a lot of bad things in your hands. people…"

　　—

　　 "The summer vacation is almost over, and the translation hasn't even been completed for a quarter."

　　 William flipped through the book in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh the difficulty of learning Russian.

　　 He is not very talented in language originally. If it weren't for these things to be analogous to his knowledge, the translation speed would have to be slower.

　　 "However, the grades are gratifying. You can add more difficult things to the sixth and seventh grades. The improvement class is worthy of the name-can't it be said that the students who graduated rely on self-study?"

　　 "I just don't know how many students will choose to continue studying-after all, after the fifth grade, it is optional..."

　　 "But I am worried that this is useless. Although a new professor came this year, I at least got it in the first grade..."

　　 This thing makes William very happy, because he can train his own students from scratch...

　　From enrollment to graduation, he teaches in his way, his way to enable these students to learn and improve, and then become a qualified wizard-this is a sense of accomplishment when I think of it.

　　 "That new colleague is also weird... He just came to meet... It stands to reason that you can see a place like Broke Cauldron at the entrance of Diagon Alley at the entrance of Diagon Alley..."

　　 "See you at the opening ceremony... the next week, I'll take care of my state, and prepare for the beginning of the school papers..."

　　 He worked out new plans one by one, and after arranging his next work, he wandered out of the room, ready to relax with a drink.

　　 "Professor William!"

"Hello there."

　　 "Professor William, a glass of vodka! I got it from Russia, the home brew over there!"

　　 "Thank you, I can't stand such a strong drink."

Along the way, I greeted several wine friends I knew, which made William feel particularly happy. After the first year of employment, his identity as a professor is confirmed, even if there is the story of Azkaban’s birth. Will not be rejected by others.

　　Especially the OWLs results spread during this period, which made him a bit more respectful.

　　 "Very popular, William, a glass of mead? Or a large glass of beer?"

　　 Old Tom smiled vigorously.

　　 "Why don't you have one of them?" William sat at the bar, "School is about to start these days, more and more wizards are coming to Diagon Alley."

　　 "Yes, but it's even more lively afterwards-they have to celebrate for several days after sending the children away."

　　 What Old Tom said caused waves of applause.

　　 "No, my child is still young. If the older one is delivered to Hogwarts, I think I can join the bar to celebrate a week!"

　　 "One month! You don't know how annoying it is to teach them basic literacy and arithmetic... I would rather have a heart attack!"

"It's not..." the other person agreed, "My child was sent to Muggle school for elementary school. I originally thought that enlightenment would not be too tired... But they still have homework! But my wife didn't let me use automatic Quill coaching..."

"Yeah yeah…"

　　 "Okay, let's have a toast to celebrate the end of the summer vacation and those kids are back at Hogwarts!"

　　 "Cheers!"

　　 One guy happily drank a glass.

　　 "Celebrate again this year another group of little villains have been sent to Hogwarts to study!"

　　 "Cheers!"

　　 "One more drink to Professor William, and I hope that the self-defense magic on this year's OWLs will be passed by all members again!"

　　William watched a group of people drank lively, and his desire to complain was completely uncontrollable.

　　 Others are okay, what happened to the wizard who looked like he had just graduated?

　　—

　　 "Professor, I have come to participate in today's training."

　　 Harry knocked on the door carefully, and was about to say something when he saw the prefect of his school sitting at the professor's desk.

　　 "Sit down first, Harry."

　　 William greeted, "Percy and I have something to discuss."

　　 "Yes, Professor."

　　 "Hello, Harry."

　　 Percy greeted him and smiled—but the smile on Harry's face was completely different from the past. It felt that Percy's unique arrogance had been reduced and he was human.

　　 "Um...Professor, I still don't understand why the wizards of Gringotts want to do that."

　　 "It's normal, it's Gringotts, UU Read www.uukanshu.com Percy."

　　 William smiled, "But that's too far away from you. The problem you want to solve this holiday is not that."

　　 "But now, it seems that you have solved the most important problem. Well, you now look like a normal wizard, instead of making people feel like you won't refuse as before."

　　 "Professor, you just say that..."

"Okay, okay, don't think about it so much. I can't actually answer the questions you asked, so you have to find it yourself-whether it is pureblood investment in Gringotts or smuggling by Ministry of Magic personnel. , Or the chaos of the team of hitters, these are not the topics of my research.

　　 "Then, professor, what are you researching?"

　　 "Me?" William smiled, "I'm studying how to let you children understand the essence of magic, so that you can study magic more deeply, and learn to study magic or other things at the same time."

"The magic itself is enough to study a lot, let alone how to better master it. As for other things-you, you can't expect a professor who writes the paper to be responsible for too much. thing."

　　 "Yes, Professor..."

　　 "Don't think too much, learn to find the answer by yourself," William shook his head, "Also, you have to pay attention to finish school first, Percy."

　　 After Percy left, Harry couldn't help but ask.

　　 "What's wrong with him, professor?"

"he's good."