From Azkaban To Hogwarts

When Harry returned to the lounge, his whole body was dizzy.

There are too many things that happened today, and it was too messy, he couldn't understand it for a while.

The two friends who were with him also did not understand what happened today until he went back.

For example, why Hagrid was not only not angry after being awakened by the spell, but was nervous about his house instead.

For another example, the four professors apologized to Hagrid together, but instead of not caring, Hagrid looked at Harry with concern.

Also, why is everyone so happy after hearing Hagrid’s lessons?

There were so many things that couldn't be understood, and Harry couldn't accept it at all.

"But anyway, the new professor's spell is really strong, and even Professor McGonagall called him on when he started it."

After worrying about Hagrid, Ron began to fantasize about a self-defense course again. The new professor looked very strong, which was really expectant.

"He's already strong, Ron, don't forget, yesterday he and Professor William dealt with the out-of-control dementors."

"I just hope he doesn't like to write papers like Professor William..." Ron shook his head, "Fred and George were about to collapse at noon today!"

"But nothing can be done, this is OWLs year after all." He explained to himself, but Harry rarely answered.

"Harry?"

Ron asked in a low voice, but found that Harry's brows were already frowning-he subconsciously followed Harry's gaze and found Colin Crevy.

It was a boy who was one grade lower than them, a crazy fan of Harry.

To be precise, Ron had heard Harry complaining to the boy many times, and that Colin would take pictures of Harry with the camera from time to time, and only stopped slightly last year when the basilisk was most rampant.

But this semester has just begun-is this kid starting again?

"Harry, do you want to tell the prefect?"

Ron's suggestion in a low voice, followed by sneak shots on the first day of the semester, was too much.

Harry hesitated a little and began to think about this suggestion.

However, before he could make a decision, the kid named Colin had already ran over.

"Sorry..." He looked embarrassed, and then handed Harry a newspaper. "I think you will want to read this."

He stuffed the newspaper into Harry's hands and ran away hurriedly.

"He is much more polite than last year, Harry."

Harry agreed, and then picked up the newspaper and read it-it was already great news for him that Colin didn't hold the camera, so he thought he would accept whatever appeared in the newspaper.

[Harry Potter-the hidden patron saint? 】

The enlarged font of the title caught Harry's eyes, and it caused Harry to have a stomachache.

He doesn't even have the courage to read the newspaper, but it is obvious that two of his friends have them, and there are not too many.

Harry, caught in the middle, can only watch with a ninja stomachache. He desperately hopes that there will be less coverage of him in the newspaper. It is better to describe him as an ordinary student, not as exaggerated as the headline.

To be honest, he would rather accept Snape’s poisonous tongue than that terrible title...

But in a lifetime, there are nine out of ten people who are unhappy.

The Daily Prophet uses exquisite writing and exaggerated descriptions to compare him to a patron saint who can walk in the flesh, the embodiment of light and love, as if they had seen with their own eyes how mysterious people disappeared.

"It's terrible, buddy."

Ron looked at Harry, "According to the description above, if you cast a curse on you, it will bounce back on him."

"Nonsense..." Harry retorted unhappily, "Lockhart can easily take effect when he casts a spell!"

"Maybe those spells are not evil enough, think about it, Quirrell wasn't in the first grade..."

Ron guessed quietly, even a little eager to try.

"Well, we have to go to the restaurant quickly, or we won't be in time for dinner."

Harry's blunt switcher topic-now there is more than an hour left after dinner.

He didn't even bother to take the newspaper, and threw it directly into Ron's hands, and then quickly got up and went to the restaurant.

"He's shy," Ron said categorically, "I have to go back and put down my things and look for him again. I don't want to take my books to the restaurant!"

He mumbled and walked towards the dormitory, then put his schoolbag in his place, and added a handful of food to Babban.

"how do you feel today?"

Ron teased Scaly with his fingers, then pulled out the rat tonic and gave it a spoonful.

After all this, he shook his head, put it on the table, took out the old newspaper from the nest, and put the new one on the mat-anyway, it wasn't a picture of Harry, so he didn't have any pressure to use it.

"Take care of yourself, Scattered!"

Ron cautiously patted the spotted den, then turned and left.

——

"It's not so good..."

At the dining table, Ron looked at the students who looked at them from time to time, and talked quietly with Harry.

Although today is the first day of school, many people have no time to read the newspaper, but after a whole day of fermentation, the report of the Daily Prophet has spread throughout Hogwarts.

"There should be no problem, Harry, it will be okay after a while, and the newspaper actually didn't say anything."

He relieved Harry, "Didn't the seniors say that the patron saint is an area that the black wizard can't touch in this life!"

But this obviously didn't help much. Harry was still worried about Hagrid being cursed in the afternoon, but he had to worry about himself in the evening.

"Ominous..."

Harry whispered, "Even the dementors are going to kill me, let alone Sirius. In the eyes of the dark wizard, maybe I have to kill me?"

"Why are you worried about this again? Didn't the professor say that tea divination is not stable yet."

"can…"

Harry was still a bit tangled, but he didn't know what to say.

"I have to find Hagrid as the professor said... but I just took the professors and attacked him..."

Harry was entangled not knowing what to do.

——

"Well, good, that's it."

William looked at himself in the mirror, confirming that the first class would not leave freshmen with a nickname because of the clothing problem.

A first-grade child is the most likely to nickname a professor, and he definitely doesn't want to take this risk.

The matter of Sirius invading the school and controlling Hagrid with the Imperius Curse has been resolved, and he wants to shift his focus to the course itself.

He came to class to teach and educate others to accomplish a little bit of his own personal wishes. When there is nothing to do, he naturally sets teaching as his first goal.

'Speaking of it, I have to apologize to Hagrid in private—'He confirmed everything again.'Although Hagrid doesn’t care about it, Professor McGonagall’s focus is on whether he has seen it, but this is indeed the case. I pay too much attention to Sirius...'

"I'm going to class and the window is open. If you want to go out to play, go out by yourself."

He rubbed his owl that he hadn't found his favorite name, and after confirming that he had enough food and water, he left the office.

‘New semester, first-year freshman. ’

While walking, William adjusted all his conditions, and then opened the door of the classroom.

He walked to the podium in a familiar way and put the paper bag with his right hand on the table. After supporting his hands on the podium, William began to look at the new students. From the first row to the last row, none of them were missed.

Then he smiled and said to everyone in a voice that was a little higher during class.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to my class."

He left the podium with his right hand, and then tapped the paper bag that had just been put down with his magic wand. The paper bag opened instantly, and the thick survey papers flew out of the bag, and then landed precisely on everyone's table.

"A simple investigation paper is a little understanding between us," William put away his wand, and said to the students in a bewildered tone, "Hurry up, if we have enough time, we can learn some interesting magic. !"

The most unbearable thing for freshmen is this. Because of the Ministry of Magic’s regulations, most people have their own magic wands before entering school. Now is when they are most curious about magic. The students in the audience are still hesitating. Everyone started to examine the survey paper as quickly as possible, wishing to fill it in immediately and enter the world of magic.

"It's a simple survey..."

The freshly baked Gryffindor sitting at the back of the classroom looked at the professor above, then at the paper in his hand, and couldn't help but curl his lips. Two days ago, the senior seniors changed their way to describe this self-defense. The terrible result of Professor Shu is the same as the branch hospital, it is a scam!

‘Those big crooks! Especially the twins from the Weasley family! ’

He thought to himself, but the answer in his hand was not slow at all. The magic that had just been hand-rolled was already cool enough, and he was very curious about the so-called funny magic of the professor.

‘Brand new students, brand new educational concepts, I hope they can keep up with the teaching progress,’

While the students were looking at the papers, William was also looking at them, and his heart was full of surging, ‘I hope they can keep up, otherwise the fifth grade will have to do a duck-filling education again, that’s too much of the foundation of the sixth and seventh grade...’

"If everyone's answers are the same, put the paper down on the upper left side, and then take out your own magic wand."

William didn't conceal his intention to let them answer quickly-if the survey paper is carefully considered and then filled out, it will be compiled.

Under this temptation, William was pleased to see that everyone was speeding up to complete the work, even a little flustered...

But it doesn't matter-it doesn't seem to be just filling in randomly, and he has prepared punishments for filling in randomly.

"Very well, it looks like it's all done."

William waved his magic wand so that they were superimposed on his podium. Then he didn't even look at it. "The progress of the next class will be adjusted according to the content of the survey papers, but for now, take the magic wand and come to us~www.readwn.com~ Here is a very interesting game."

He picked up his wand toward all the students, "Watch my gestures and changes."

As soon as the voice fell, William gently stirred his wand, and then the top of the wand lit up.

"Snapped!"

After a snap of his fingers, the curtains of the classroom all fell, and then became more encrypted and opaque than before, making William's wand appear brighter.

"note--"

William stretched his voice, his wrist swayed slightly, and the spot of light instantly turned into a butterfly of light and flew out of his magic wand, and then another...

One, two, ... the wand flickered repeatedly, and the butterflies flew out of William's wand, and the speed was getting faster and faster. At the end, William gently shook the wand, and dozens of butterflies fell from his wand. Come out and fly into the air.

Countless light-transforming butterflies are flying in the classroom, falling on every student, and then disappearing into a light spot, completely disappearing.

"Snapped."

With another snap of his fingers, all the butterflies disappeared in an instant.

William waved his wand to dispel the magic on the curtains, and then put them away-he just figured out a simple point for wandless casting, and it was very tiring to use.

But there is no doubt that this move successfully suppressed all the students.

"Has anyone found anything?"

William looked at the student with a gentle smile, "Just what do you think... or experience the interesting spell I just released?"

This question is a little bit transcendent, but what if?

Maybe there will be another Percy or Hermione this year? A talented student like Cedric can also be...

"Spell without a rod?"

A student asked unconfidently.

"Answer wrong," William smiled, "I have been holding my wand."