From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"I don't know what he understood..."

Looking at Hagrid who was going away, William hesitated, but in the end he didn't follow.

After all, Hagrid is the officially appointed professor, who has both the recommendation of the former professor and the approval of the school, which will never be questioned.

"I have tried my best to let Hagrid learn to standardize and learn to consider issues from a security perspective. If the content of the course is involved, it will become my class..."

William is very self-aware of himself, and his knowledge of magical creatures is definitely not enough for Hagrid to hit with a few fingers-he specializes in magic self-defense, and he has tried his best to talk about the basic points that he has explored. Going down, he became a professor of magical biology.

‘Let’s go back and look up the files, and also have to prepare the lessons for the day after tomorrow...’

‘Of course, before that, I have to fill my stomach first, Hagrid is too nervous about his lessons. ’

William looked at the dishes on the table that were of much lower standard, shook his head, closed Hagrid's door, and walked directly towards the castle.

——

When William returned to his office, he found a low figure standing at the door of his office.

Perhaps it was because he heard the footsteps of the people coming, the child stretched out his hand and took out the magic wand almost instantly, but immediately stopped in a panic when he saw the future energy.

It's Harry.

"Today is the first day of school, why did you come to the door of my office?"

William loosened his wand slightly and smiled and asked, "If I remember correctly, Hagrid just said this morning. This afternoon is his first class. It is for your third-grade students. ."

"professor."

Harry's mood was abnormally low, and he looked melancholy-something that was rare on the face of a child of this age.

He looked at William, but his eyes were dull as if he had been served by a dementor himself.

"I might be dying."

"may?"

William looked at Harry, then looked at his face, his face ruddy, and the corners of his mouth were still greasy that hadn't been cleaned during lunch.

He didn't believe in evil and observed it carefully, and then tried to feel the breath of curse or black magic.

But nothing happened.

"You look good, I don't feel the curse, and your complexion doesn't look like poisoned..." William looked into Harry's eyes, "Why do you think you are dying? What death letter did you receive? ?"

Although such things as death letters sound ridiculous, they can really spread among students.

Whether it is a Muggle or a wizard, you can’t escape the so-called so-called don’t copy this letter several times and send it to many people, you will be unlucky/dead/lost XXX etc...

Naturally, no one believes it in adulthood, but the spread among the students is not without precedent. William heard him say when he fetched the files in Filch's office-there were many students spreading such things, especially during the years when the Dark Lord was rampant. , Even some letters are directly used if you don’t copy, there will be a Death Eater curse when you go to the bathroom...

It's pretty ridiculous, in the middle of the night, when you go to the bathroom, does someone follow?

"None, Professor..."

Harry looked at William, "It's unknown."

"Unknown?"

William was stunned, "What's unknown?"

"Professor Trelawney saw the unknown in my tea! Professor!"

Hearing this name, William didn't know what to say for a moment.

To be fair, he has been working in this school for the second year, and some rumors about Professor Trelawney have been heard-"She is a liar!" "Unqualified professors who only use unknown to scare children!"

William has heard a lot of these kinds of words. At first he tried to help defend himself, but after being hit by the facts, the only thing he could do was to disapprove of such words.

Although Professor Trelawney let him pass the primary election, he was able to pass the retest to enter Hogwarts, but it is certain that Professor Trelawney does not seem to have any talent...

Now Harry asked, he could only try to say something nice to Professor Trelawney while comforting Harry.

"Well, how should I put it, Harry..."

William tried his best not to speak nonsense. To be honest, he would rather face the dementors now-"Terry Lawney has a very outstanding talent in some divination subjects, but tea divination... is actually new in itself. The reliability is not very high..."

"Not very high?"

"Yes, not very high."

William has almost made up the story. "You have to know one thing. Wizards have a very short history of drinking tea. At least the time for English wizards to drink tea is very short."

"very short?"

"Of course, because the United Kingdom does not produce tea, the history of tea drinking in the United Kingdom is actually very short. When Hogwarts was first established, the United Kingdom did not even have tea."

"No tea?"

Harry looked at William in surprise, he was completely shocked by the news.

It's like a baby from Shu area was told that the so-called Sichuan cuisine without chili peppers has no soul is a lie-because at least before the Ming Dynasty, chili peppers did not appear in Shu area...

"Of course, although the United Kingdom loves tea, the United Kingdom does not produce tea, so tea divination is not too old, like drinking tea..." William smiled and looked at Harry, "Although magic happens from time to time It’s updated, but this kind of divination is inherently uncertain, so this newly born divination base is very easy to make mistakes."

"If you want to say that the divination is accurate, it should be the horseman's divination. Hagrid has a good relationship with the tribes in the Forbidden Forest. If you are not at ease, you can ask Hagrid to take it for divination once."

On the one hand, he denied the tea divination, on the other hand he brought up the more ancient divination method.

Harry immediately calmed down because of the extraordinary usefulness of this set—most wizards were of the ancient school, and the new magic was indeed prone to errors without many experiments, causing the freshmen to believe in ancient magic more.

As soon as the magic of tea divination was exposed, it suddenly lost its mystery and authority.

"Then, Professor, am I really okay?"

He carefully reconfirmed.

"Of course, stay vigilant, learn to ask for help, divination or something, go to Hagrid, the horseman’s divination is not secret, as far as I know, the tribe outside the school charges 500 gallons for the wizard’s divination. You have to be introduced by an acquaintance!"

"So expensive!"

Harry couldn't help exclaiming. Although he inherited a sum of gallons, the price of five hundred gallons was far beyond his tolerance.

"Of course, but the forbidden forest is not needed. Hagrid has a good relationship with them. If he takes you there, it is absolutely free."

William smiled and nodded. After Wang Zhan's shot, the effect was outstanding.

Most people accept the principle that what you pay for what you pay for. After hearing the price, they feel that this kind of divination is reliable.

Although the horse people think so too.

The horsemen outside rely on that one-handed divination to eat, and the price is so scary-Azkaban said it is ‘those harsh horsemen, their quotations can scare Gray’s face! ’

"Okay, it's getting late. It's time to prepare for the afternoon class. Remember to secretly say to Hagrid-Don't spread the word about the Forbidden Forest with Horsemen, otherwise the group of students will squeeze the Forbidden Forest and explode. "

"Yes, Professor," Harry finally smiled, "Then I will go to class."

"Go," William waved his hand, then opened his office.

‘Divination? Professor Sybil's fortune-telling was indeed... but it must be guarded... Sirius was still outside, and Harry was indeed prone to danger. ’

‘Let’s find Filch’s information later, but I don’t think it’s credible...’ He shook his head, ‘you know, he’s known as the No. 1 Death Eater and a spy...’

——

"that's all?"

Ron looked at Harry, he still couldn't believe that his friend was in a good mood with just a few words.

"The professor doesn't know how to fortune telling, and he's not a professional fortune teller," Harry whispered to Ron with his schoolbag. "Tea fortune telling has only such a short history, it's really unexpected."

"So it's still my number divination," Hermione began to talk about her class, "numbers are there very early, it's definitely ancient magic!"

"You haven't made it yet, Hermione."

Ron whispered, "And it conflicts with other classes!"

"Okay, okay," Harry was now in a calm mood. He interrupted the conflict between the two. "What do you think Hagrid will prepare."

"God knows... I don't think it's a safe thing. Think about what we've all seen on Hagrid's side..."

What can be there?

A dragon and a dog-but a dog has three heads.

"I think it's dangerous... Even worse, we are in class with the Slytherin group."

Ron pointed to the Slytherin student in front and said that it is Gryffindor's tradition not to deal with Slytherin.

"Hurry up," Harry didn't want to clash with ordinary Slytherin, he didn't like fighting very much-unless it was the nasty Malfoy.

They speeded up, and soon they were next to Hagrid's cabin.

"God, that's..."

Harry couldn't help but exclaimed, trying to share his strange experience with his friends.

But the sound of inhalation from around made him understand that they had also seen it.

"Hagrid..." Ron searched for a suitable vocabulary. "How could he become like this?"

No wonder Ron was surprised-although Hagrid was warm and friendly, he was always sloppy, and even in late summer he wore out-of-season moleskin clothes.

But now Hagrid is dressed in a super-large wizard robe, his hair and beard are neatly trimmed, and his whole body has changed except for his huge size.

"Come on, kids, hurry up!"

Hagrid greeted them with a gentle voice—Harry had never felt such a voice on Hagrid's side, even if it was the birthday that he would never forget, Hagrid's voice was a bit bold.

He couldn't help but looked at his friends and found that they were also confused.

"Hagrid is not cursed, is he?"

"There shouldn't be, let's say... this is Hogwarts... with Dumbledore."

Ron responded in a low voice, but Hermione was still in a daze.

But Hagrid's voice did not stop, and his movements became more cautious.

"Should you all come? Well, today is our first class. I hope you can like the content of this class. Well, everyone is here. Come with me."

Hagrid walked cautiously, not much faster than the students, and looked at Harry and the others in fear.

Harry had never seen Hagrid like this--no, it seems to have seen him somewhere...

"What happened to Hagrid?"

"do not know."

Harry still didn't figure out where he saw Hagrid like this...

But this kind of dialogue didn't affect Hagrid's taking them to a place not far from the cabin.

"Come here, everyone!" Hagrid's voice increased slightly ~www.readwn.com~ but it still made Harry think something was wrong.

"Well, let's open the book first."

"How to open?"

A voice appeared abruptly, interrupting Hagrid's strange words and making Harry frowned.

He was too familiar with this voice.

It was Draco Malfoy's cold, prolonged tone.

"Don't worry, let me demonstrate." Hagrid was not angry at all. He picked up the book and showed it to everyone awkwardly. "Look here, yes yes, that's it. This book is a bit difficult to open. A light stroke on its spine, and then..."

The book opened at the sound, but Hagrid didn't stop, he showed it again.

Harry noticed that Malfoy's face flushed.

"Oh, how stupid we are!" he sneered, "we should stroke these books! Why didn't we think of it!"

"Don't worry, this kind of book is really strange to open, but the content inside is actually quite interesting. I have discussed with previous professors and several famous researchers (drinking alcohol). It is very..."

Hagrid explained patiently, not in a daze, Malfoy's face became more ruddy, and he began to find fault again.

But it is of no use, failing or failing.

Hagrid explained patiently and tenderly, and when Malfoy asked a question, he carefully explained all the relevant parts-whether the knowledge was useful or not.

In the end, Harry saw Malfoy standing there like a **** that had lost a fight, without a word, his face extremely ugly.

"Any question?"

Hagrid asked patiently, and Harry noticed that Malfoy turned his head secretly.

"If you don't have any, it would be great. Let's start learning our first lesson today. Look at these puffed wool!"