From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It's almost time to start, Dad."

"Well, Luna, take care of yourself, I'll get off first." Xenofilius carefully straightened the wand behind his ear for his daughter, waved goodbye, and then quickly turned to the corresponding window under the train and jumped up. Give your daughter a bright smile.

　　 "十、"

　　 He stood a little further away, facing Luna in the window more than an exit.

　　 "九、"

　　……

"One!"

　　 He waved his hand and tried to control not to cry.

　　 However, the false siren of the Hogwarts Express did not sound, nor did the train leave.

　　‘I made a calculation mistake? ’

Xenofilius had such an idea in his heart, but he quickly rejected it. As a magazine that he considered to be a rigorous exploration of the mysteries of the magical world, his table was very accurate, and there would never be any. Delays, not to mention that he specially adjusted the time to the radio last night in order to send the children off.

　　 Just when he was surprised what happened, the parents around to see him off also found something wrong.

　　 The Hogwarts Express always departs on time at 11 o'clock. Why is it suddenly slow today?

　　 For a while, the entire station fell into a rather embarrassing situation-parents who didn't control their emotions were everywhere, couldn't help crying, couldn't help laughing, shouting something and suddenly discovered that the train was not leaving...

　　 Before the parents began to question, a new group of people suddenly poured into the passage of the station.

　　 These newcomers almost completely violated the rules that have gradually formed in sending students over the years-they are wearing wizard robes, and their wands are placed in a fairly obvious place, and they seem to have no concealment at all.

　　 Under the suspicious eyes of the parents, these newcomers quickly assembled into a team before the Hogwarts Express, and then boarded the train directly after the leader spoke.

Before the parents who saw them off sent their doubts, the Ministry of Magic staff who came with them barely separated a small open space. Then, a short and squat, stocky and down-to-earth man with a messy gray was left behind. The man with the hair walked in.

　　 He tapped his wand against his throat, and then his voice covered the audience.

　　 "Parents, students, I am the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.

　　 Please don’t panic. Nothing unusual is happening now. The great guys who just came are our hitters. They were specially transferred to accompany the students to complete this journey to school.

　　Although this trip to send the children to Hogwarts is absolutely safe, I still feel a little uneasy, so I specially transferred these great guys, and their arrival made us more at ease.

　　 The Hogwarts Express will officially depart in ten minutes—well, I think those kids will think the journey now is as good as they used to be, but their dinner might be late.

　　 But don’t worry, the food at Hogwarts is great, they won’t be hungry! "

　　 The Minister of Magic came to the scene to explain in person, and the team of strikers who seemed to be very elite, let the parents no longer doubt the problem of train delays.

　　 After all, it is a good thing for the Ministry of Magic to strengthen the protection of the Hogwarts Express, and everyone also took this train to school back then, and recognized its reliability.

　　 Like Fudge said, the Hogwarts Express departed later, but it drove steadily, which made the parents who saw him off quite agree.

　　 "Congratulations, Minister, this speech is very good, I think your approval rate has to rise again."

　　 After Fudge left, the secretary of the minister accompanying him said to Fudge cheerfully.

"It's okay, but if you can't catch Sirius, you're still in vain..." Fudge shook his head slightly, "Damn it, that guy Blake, why have to take it out the next day after I get to jail! Those **** are still there now." Using this as an excuse to attack me, saying that the **** Black took it out because of me!"

　　 "What's even more annoying is that some people believe it. What do they think that newspaper is! Is the door key?"

　　Fuji became more and more angry, and almost burst out vulgarity directly.

　　 It took a long time before he calmed down, "Have you arranged the dementors along the Hogwarts Express?"

　　 "The arrangements are in order, Minister."

　　 "That's good, it's better to arrest Black in this operation. If the Auror is caught again, then Rufus Scrimgeour will be very happy. The old lion has always had bad intentions."

　　 "And Crouch, hum..."

　　 Fudge made a disdainful noise through his nose, then leaned back in his car, and began to think about the posture of taking photos for the headlines of the Daily Prophet tomorrow-today's speech can be organized as headlines.

　　 ‘It’s a pity that I was in a rush, otherwise it must be a great front page photo with the photographer... Now I can only make up work photos or something...’

　　 He thought with regret.

　　——

　　 "Is today's car late?"

　　 "Why is mother still there?"

　　 "Is the train broken? Then can we fly to Hogwarts in a flying car today like Potter last year?"

　　 "I want to eat, why can't the dining car come?"

　　 "Where are the prefects?"

　　 "Please, let me refer to the divination homework!"

　　 The Hogwarts Express is messy, and the students are rarely empathetic to anxious, causing the atmosphere in the car to be very happy now.

　　Some students who plan to create miracles on the journey can't wait now, and can't wait to find a good brother in the same bedroom for help.

　　 "Fred, George, see what I got!"

　　 One of Hufflepuff’s children ran over happily and shouted at the twins, “Cedric’s holiday homework! Everyone should work together and get them done before going to school!”

　　 Among the fifth grade students this year, Cedric is recognized as the strongest. Therefore, his vacation homework is recognized as a high-quality model among students.

　　 Had it not been for the twins' tendency to lead the Hogwarts mischief, Hufflepuff’s children would never share their hard-earned homework.

　　 But it's a pity, so far, only one person who has heard the two complain directly about the bad life during the holidays is Lee Jordan.

　　 "Oh, Flynn," Fred looked at the boy who ran over, "Thank you, but it's not necessary."

　　 "Isn't it necessary?"

　　 He looked at the twins, his eyes wondering, are they under the Imperius Curse?

　　 "Well, man, how should I put it, we are done."

　　George patted the good-hearted guy on the shoulder, "Actually, it's not very difficult, of course-it's just more time-consuming."

　　 "Well, we are all fifth grade students, Flynn, this is the year of OWLs."

　　 Fred looked serious, "After taking the OWLs, we will be almost seventeen years old, then we will be adults, so we need to make a little change now."

　　 The two spoke so seriously that Flynn was shocked, and the students who followed by rubbing the reference homework were shocked.

　　 "Are you cursed?"

　　 "The bizarre curse in the pyramid?"

　　 The onlookers talked about it, and finally they came to the conclusion-‘The Weasley brothers have made a new prank again, and they’re doing it again! ’

　　 "Mischief?"

　　 Fred and George looked at the group of people, glanced at each other, shook their heads, then opened their boxes and took out a thick pile of parchment from inside.

　　 "If you don't believe me, see for yourself!"

　　 The people who didn't believe it naturally gathered together and began to observe.

　　 "It is their handwriting, I am familiar with it!"

　　 "Yes, the handwriting is right!"

　　 "Heaven, history of magic, transfiguration, spell lessons, magical creatures..."

　　 "It's all!"

　　 "It's their handwriting, it's all done!"

　　 "That's not right, how come there are so many more?"

　　 "The timeline of the history of magic... or the previous notes?"

　　 "The sorting out of the transfiguration notes..."

　　 "The systematic division of the curse..."

　　……

"and also…"

　　 The friends who were playing together looked at the familiar words and the absolutely unfamiliar notes, and began to fall into confusion...

"you guys…"

　　 "What's the matter with us? We've all said that we are much better than Percy's big head, and we get serious. These homework is just like that."

　　 The two said and gestured with their fingers, indicating that their efforts were just a little bit.

　　 They brag and brag so much that they don't blush, after all, these things were bought by them with blood and tears during the holidays.

　　 As the fingers made a small gap, the whistle sounded-the train started.

　　——

　　 "It's okay here, Harry, although that's not great, but you are not suitable for going to other boxes."

　　 William took Harry directly to the rear of the Hogwarts Express, and deliberately took Harry around the long way before getting on the train, confirming that most of the students understood that they had gone to the back of the train.

　　 This is planning for the worst-if Sirius really tries to find Harry on the train, the rest of the students will suffer the least harm.

　　 ‘There are a lot of blowers...but unfortunately there is still no Auror...’

　　While Fudge was speaking, William looked out the window and shook his head.

　　 It was a pleasant surprise to be able to mobilize so many strikers. It was impossible for the Minister of Magic to agree to it. With the protection of the prefect, ordinary students should be fine.

　　 As for the commanding power of the striker, he had never thought about it—how could he be a pure layman thinking about commanding the insider.

　　 ‘How to arm the defense is their plan, and the prefects will be notified later to pay attention to strangers... and they must be warned not to approach the last car...’

　　 William contemplated in his mind, the wand was aimed at the box door without any qualms, he pulled Harry slightly to the side and opened the box with his wand.

　　 In an instant, William directly and quickly cast an iron armor curse on himself, and kicked him into the leg socket behind Harry's knee.

　　While Harry knelt down in pain, William kicked him on the ground, while the figure that appeared with his wand toward the box was a curse of an eye spell, expecting the spell to take effect, temporarily controlling the opponent's vision.

"when!"

　　 There was a loud crash, and William’s spell hit the iron armor curse, making a dull blow.

　　 And the figure in the room also reacted, and a sleeping curse shouted loudly and flew directly towards William.

　　William leaned slightly, and while he added the iron armor curse to Harry who fell on the ground, he shouted out, "Professor Lupin?"

"it's me!"

The figure inside 　　 replied, but the wand in his hand did not relax. While pointing firmly at the door, his body was still tense, ready to roll to avoid the next possible attack.

　　 "It's me, William, I thought someone was lurking here." William yelled, but the wand in his hand didn't come down either. "We were at the bar that day, where was our teaching difference?"

　　 "Which effect is better for actual combat and repeated practice to deepen the spell learning?"

　　 Lupin replied, the rattling breath disappeared from him, and his wand relaxed.

　　 William also breathed a sigh of relief-although the sleeping spell convinced him that it shouldn't be Sirius inside, it was only then that he really relaxed.

　　 "Professor Lupin, you scared me," William said with a relaxed expression, "To be honest, seeing a figure in the box, I almost used a curse..."

　　 "The Eye Disease Curse is not too orthodox, Professor William."

　　 Lupin responded with a smile, but judging from his expression, he didn't mind William being so vigilant.

"I'm more and more looking forward to the next days of working together," William smiled happily. "To be honest, I actually have a lot of ideas in practice, but there has been no system. After all, what I have been studying is potions. The lesson preparation records left by the professor are not very sufficient."

　　 "I look forward to it too, Professor William."

　　 Lupin smiled and shook hands with William, "All members passed the OWLs exam~www.readwn.com~ I think we will have a lot of exchanges about teaching."

"It's okay now. I made a lot of papers during the holiday, and I can study it later..." William said as he walked out the door, ready to bring his suitcase over and show Lupin the test papers. .

How should I put it, everyone is cursed anyway, and I am not afraid of accidents when talking about related content. Last year, Lockhart talked about adventures, stories, and signings. Everyone really couldn't talk together. What about Adams and William? Don't dare to talk more, for fear that the curse will spread and drag your friends into the water.

　　‘I almost fell the box just now...Fortunately, the owl entrusted Percy to take care of it, or else just take care of it...’

　　 William thanked him for being afraid of dragging his owl in and handed it over to Percy, and then suddenly realized something was wrong.

　　 "Professor," Harry endured the pain and looked at William without shouting in pain. A forcibly squeezed smile appeared on his pale face, "Did you kill him?"

　　 The trust in this sentence was too heavy, and William didn't know how to face this child for a while.

"Sorry, I made a mistake, Harry." William knelt down, healed with magic, and rummaged through his pocket to pour the potion into Harry. "I thought it was Sirius who was in ambush, but it turned out. Professor Lupin also took the Hogwarts Express..."

　　 In William's apologetic smile, the Hogwarts Express whistle sounded--it started.

　　Ps: Finally sorted out, so I will update a chapter during the day tomorrow

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