From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It's going to work again today, yawn."

William got up from his bed and changed into his robes in a daze.

The class schedule has been arranged, and he will have classes on the first day of this semester.

The second big class on Monday morning is the sixth grade improvement class.

Then comes first grade on Wednesday, then seventh grade on Thursday, and fifth grade on Friday.

There is no way, the curricula should give priority to the herbal medicine class and the magical biology class. After these two courses are arranged, the other ones will be taken. After all, the students can do it, and the plants and animals are not so cooperative.

You can't expect most of the magical creatures to show them to the students while they are asleep, and you can't think that the delicate plants will survive abnormally healthy after being changed pots at noon.

‘An unusually busy week-fortunately, Professor Lupin was there. ’

William took care of himself patiently, then left the room and headed for the auditorium.

"Good morning, William."

Adams greeted him with great spirit, and then pointed to the empty seat beside him.

"Morning," William tried to suppress his urge to yawn, but still couldn't help it. "You have a good spirit."

"You should get up early to exercise yourself. I took care of those plants early," Adams said as he stuffed a newspaper into it. "You always exercise in the afternoon instead of getting up early."

"Not everyone has such a good schedule as you," William took over the newspaper. "What interesting thing happened?"

"Looking at the front page, the Ministry of Magic's public explanation of the attack you encountered last night."

Adams clicked on the front page of the newspaper, and then saw a picture of Fudge.

"Interview with the Minister of Magic? ’

He glanced at the title curiously, and found that it was not.

[Harry Potter-the hidden patron saint? 】

The subtitle is even more interesting.

[The student is attacked, the dementor loses control, but the Ministry of Magic refutes the rumor but keeps silent? 】

‘How do you feel like spreading literature when you read it-the Daily Prophet is at this level? ’

He glanced at the author curiously and found that he was a semi-familiar person, Rita, a journalist who had a bad reputation in Azkaban.

But if he remembered correctly, he was in Azkaban, and the reporter would be a semi-official person with his gossip style, his illogical sensation and the ability to compose stories to cater to readers. .

‘Although I haven’t started to read it yet, it feels like I’ve read articles like money laundering. ’

Even though he said that, he still read it.

…

'Yesterday's dementor's containment of the Hogwarts Express incident attracted the attention of most people in the magic world. In this regard, our Ministry of Magic quickly dispatched an investigation team to work overtime to complete the research work, but the conclusion was People are extremely disappointed.

After such a serious accident, the Minister of Magic Fudge still looked like a okay person. He just announced to the public that the Dementor had not rebelled, but had encountered special circumstances.

This kind of deception of citizens of the magical world is bad and clumsy. In order to expose the hypocritical face of the Fudge government, we interviewed several staff members who did not want to be named.

A righteous striker secretly told reporters, ‘In order to cover up some things, the Fudge government treats the public’s right to know as nothing...’

…

William quickly skipped the useless nonsense, looking for useful information at a glance, and finally found the so-called Ministry of Magic staff's disclosure of the investigation.

‘Harry Potter himself made the dementors extremely frightened. He seemed to have several powerful patron saints attached to him, which made the dementors have the desire to extinguish those patron saints.

We speculate that maybe it was the power that drove the man who couldn’t even mention the name, but now it makes the dementors feel threatened—maybe...’

"Humanoid patron saint?"

William left the newspaper in amazement-he had been in this business for a year, and he was not a newbie at all. This was the first time he saw this statement.

"No, eh, William, do you think this is possible?"

"How do I know, Adams" William opened his hands and signaled his innocence. "You should consult professionals about this kind of thing."

"Ok?"

Adams was stunned, and then stared at William.

William looked at his gaze, and then remembered one thing. The rest of the subjects have professional researchers... Only their subject, calculated by the age of teaching, is the oldest of the older generations, and the teaching age has not been better for decades. He is long.

"How do I know, the patron saint who only practiced during the holidays..."

He shook his head helplessly, "Human-shaped patron saints, at least you have to have in-depth research on this spell to understand, but theoretically it should be possible."

"In the past, a graduate who went to be an Auror could change his appearance freely, while the little Aphra was a perfect master of the phantom curse. So, Harry Potter is the humanoid patron saint. It's normal too."

He smiled and handed the newspaper back, "This is easy, let Professor Lupin teach him or I can come—maybe his patron saint is different from ordinary wizards, and has a special relationship with black magic. Defense."

"It makes sense," Adams nodded. "By the way, speaking of the patron saint, what is your patron saint, William?"

"A beautiful hummingbird, but now there are many students. I will demonstrate it when there is no class," William said while putting the fried eggs on his plate. "Would you like to try to learn, this year, the entrances and exits of the school are all It is indeed dangerous to guard those gray robes without a guardian god."

"Well, okay, I will go to get related materials the next day," Adams hurriedly finished the last bite, "There is still a batch of herbs to take care of. I will go to the greenhouse first, see you later."

"See you."

Adams left, and William began to recall what he had read in the newspaper.

As a professor who has trained Harry for most of the vacation, he knows Harry's talent for self-defense magic.

But in any case, the name of the humanoid patron saint is still too terrifying.

Although the curse of the patron saint can only deal with specific monsters, it has always had a high status in the magic world.

As his students said on the train, the person who mastered the patron saint can easily get a high position.

And it’s a bit strange that such a title was given so easily by the Ministry of Magic—Harry’s a few kilograms and William knows quite well that a Dumbledore in the magical world is enough for the Ministry of Magic to have a headache, and then hold Harry so high. , It doesn't fit the style that the Ministry of Magic should have at all.

‘That article that is derogatory and praiseworthy, no matter how you look at it, it’s a bit wrong to make up for the feeling of flattering...’

I think too much? Worrying about Sirius during a holiday, so you look at everything too dark?

But before William stopped his imagination, a familiar figure appeared.

This immediately diverted William's attention—to be precise, he felt a headache now.

It's Hagrid.

He was wearing a mole-skin coat and a big hand was waving a dead polecat absent-mindedly—it was only September now, and school just started!

‘This guy...Did you take my advice seriously? ’

Dressed up like this, can you really hold a student?

Although William didn't think this image didn't match Hagrid, he didn't think the wonderful degree of Hagrid's class could make up for the impression.

Although the old professor doesn't care much about the image, how long have they been teaching?

However, what made William desperate was that Hagrid didn't understand his worries at all, and stopped when he walked toward the staff table.

"Are you all okay?" In William's incredible eyes, Hagrid stopped by Gryffindor's dining table. He smiled at Harry and the others. "You are going to take my first class! It's after lunch. ! I got up at five o'clock and got everything done... Hope it's too peaceful... I'm a teacher... to be honest..."

He grinned at Harry and the others, then walked to the teacher's desk, still waving the dead polecat in William's desperate eyes.

"Hi, William."

Hagrid greeted him in the voice he thought was as low as possible.

"Morning, Hagrid."

William felt a little tired.

"I am ready. I specially prepared a good uniform and purchased perfume to ensure that the first class can achieve the state you said can hold the students down!"

He looked very happy, "I also prepared the courses to ensure that they can attract the attention of students. They are not dangerous and they are handsome. I believe everyone will fall in love with them!"

‘For this image of you, I believe in a punctuation mark. It still depends on the fact that everyone is a friend. ’

William tried not to let himself complain.

"Oh, this one," Hagrid noticed his outfit. "The Forbidden Forest is very cold in the morning. It's a bit unbearable if I don't wear this one. I will put on that new dress when I go back at noon!"

‘Teaching you is the most failed teaching since I came to Hogwarts... Sure enough, I should write a set of questions... For example, the professor’s self-cultivation related judgment questions...’

"Well, what else..."

Hagrid murmured and finally remembered, "By the way, William, I have a class in the first afternoon. If you can, can you come and visit it?"

"Of course, Hagrid," William forcibly concealed his distrust. "If I can, I'll be there at noon. We can simulate the exercise. I believe that is a good choice."

"Simulation exercises? Great, William, it's a good idea, it's really great."

Hagrid murmured, "See you later, we'll see you at noon, I think we will have a great first class this time."

After he finished speaking, he hurried away with his dead polecat, "I have to take care of the animals. Today is a very busy day!"

'I think so too…'

William pressed his heart silently, telling it that this is just a small scene, don't care too much.

‘I was thinking about giving Hagrid some time at the beginning of school, but Professor McGonagall actually arranged for him on the first day...’

"Professor William!"

Before William's sigh was over, Professor McGonagall came over.

"Sorry, Professor William, there are some small problems now."

Professor McGonagall took her thick stack of class schedules and transcripts and sat on the chair next to William.

"There are too many people in the self-defense magic learning class to declare for the improvement class."

Professor McGonagall said in a slightly surprised tone, "There are only a few who are unwilling to continue studying, and the rest of the students hope to study in the improving class."

"All?"

William was also stunned-didn't this group of sixth-grade students be afraid of doing papers last year?

To be honest, although all OWLs passed, William is ready for the improvement class not many people to sign up.

After taking all the certificates, come to the class again-is this class so attractive?

‘Am I wrong, it’s not hobbies, but grades that prevented students from enrolling in the improvement class? ’

He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

Originally, he thought that after such a devil test paper training, it would be good if 20 to 30% were willing to pursue further studies, but so many students liked it, he naturally wouldn't stop it.

"Then take it all, Professor McGonagall, you just have to apply for more aids and potions from the school, otherwise it won't be enough."

He looked at Professor McGonagall and said his plan.

"In addition, I applied to modify the classroom area. The original classroom was too small."

"There is no problem, Professor William." Professor McGonagall agreed, "Relevant funding equipment and other things will be done soon. Since the students are willing to learn, Professor William and you are also willing to teach, then everything is not a problem. ."

"Well, that's it. It seems that I have to hurry up and refurbish the classroom. This is not a good job. I am afraid I have to bring another professor over.

"Professor Lu Ping is fine, he has no class today."

Professor McGonagall betrayed the Gryffindor graduates without hesitation.

——

"Course selection!"

"I'm done~www.readwn.com~ how about you?"

"Similarly, this course is much easier, and the **** divination is finally gone! Long live!"

"No, there is no need to take notes in the history of magic, and finally I can concentrate on learning some useful magic knowledge!"

"Eh, did you sign up for self-defense magic study?"

"You also reported it?"

"Of course, how could it not be reported!"

"Are you crazy? You still want to do another year of papers this year?"

Another student looked at the two friends who were talking and tried to wake them up.

"I did it for a year last year, and there was no paper in the sixth grade!" The other party shook his finger, "I have been working hard for a year, how can I not try the normal self-defense magic course like it! I don't need to make papers and I run Now, this is really crazy!"

"That's it! Then we can take this to show off with the fifth grade. Isn't it double happiness to watch them do the papers?"

"Don't forget the Weasley brothers, they are in fifth grade this year! Watching them do the questions, we happily go to class, tusk."

"It makes sense, I went to apply to the professor and said nothing can leave!"

"Wait, I will go too!"

——

In the remodeled classroom, William and Lupin are dividing areas-we can't just expand the classroom, we must ensure that students have enough training space in the classroom.

"Professor William, Professor Lupin."

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door and came in, "Sorry, Professor William, the number of deans counted by the deans has increased, so please expand the classroom."

"The spare materials have been purchased urgently and will be delivered soon."

Lupin’s face suddenly paled...he suddenly felt so stressed...

ps: I was wrong, I swelled, I had an unrealistic understanding of myself...