From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Outside William's office, Harry rushed all the way.

He almost forgot to knock on the door, but he finally remembered and shouted, "Professor William, help!"

"boom!"

There was a loud impact, and then, the office door in front of Harry was shattered into pieces of wood, rushing directly behind him, building a large wooden shield.

"Get down!"

William's voice came from inside, and then Harry saw the wooden shield shattering behind him shattered into sharp sawdust, hitting behind him.

"No one is attacking, but someone is injured!"

Harry yelled out loudly as he lay down in a hurry-as he finished all of this, he still dragged the scabs steadily, trying to keep the savior-sacrificing mouse from a little bit of harm.

As he shouted, a violet magic had flown out of the office and landed on the empty wall, silently dissolving into a large, uncomfortable dark solution.

‘Grumbling...’

Harry swallowed silently and vowed to pass by the door of this office without wearing an invisibility cloak in his life—no, if possible, he wouldn't even want to leave this floor.

"Why are you still stunned, come in."

William had already appeared at the door, shouting at Harry who was still in a daze.

"Professor, your door?"

"Come in first, didn't you mean someone was injured?"

William didn't even look at his poor office door-he spent a lot of time on it in order to make it smoothly stimulated to the outside world and stable in normal times.

It is impossible to fix it. Let's not mention the problem that the magic added above will make the repairing more difficult. Only the black magic he added last will be sentenced to death.

The walls can barely be repaired, but in no rush-saving lives is important.

"Yes, Professor."

Harry was relieved from the shock, hurried into the office, and then habitually came to the table.

But this time he was embarrassed and didn't even know where to put his hands.

On the desk in front of him was a thick pile of materials, and beside the materials, the parchment that had been written spread out and occupied half of the table, and a quill was floating in the air, waiting for the next order.

There is no doubt that the professor has just been researching, and maybe it is very important research—

He didn't even know where to put Scabbers.

"Oh, the table is a bit messy. I'm still working on something."

William gently waved his magic wand, and a transparent bubble enveloped the entire table. Then, he patted the desk with his hand to move it toward the corner of the room.

Then, as the wand waved, a small table by the wall floated over.

"Don't be nervous, it's a bit simpler, what kind of wounds, what kind of wounds, or you have to run back and forth again after you go."

It’s a big deal for someone to get hurt, but it’s extremely stupid to rush over if you’re anxious. Not all potions are suitable to be carried with you. The more effective potions are, the more squeamish they are. If you dare to take them for a day, they will dare. Deteriorating to you.

"It's not a human, it's Scabbers," Harry finally had a place to put it down this time. "It's this mouse, it's injured, Professor."

"Spotted?"

William was stunned, then watched the mouse on the table.

"Is this bitten by a cat?"

"No, Professor, Shaban was bitten by a dog."

…

Are the dogs in the magic world nosy? Robbed the cat's work?

"The injury is serious..." William said as he put on dragon leather gloves, and then put on the second layer-the student's pet was fatally injured, and if he was able to rescue it, he felt that there was no problem.

Although the rescue object was a mouse, it was a bit too strange.

"Don't worry, I'll check the injury first," he said to Harry, without stopping, a piece of parchment was rolled up and turned into something like a wooden strip.

"Theoretically, pet mice will not attack people at will, but you should be careful. If it hurts too much, you will lose your mind."

As he spoke, William used a wooden stick to open his splattered mouth, and then used magic to glue his teeth to the stick.

"The left hind limb is missing, giving birth... well, giving birth... forget it, missing, missing tail... the injury is serious, but it's still alive."

"Is it still saved, Professor?"

"Of course there is a rescue. As long as it is not caused by black magic, a missing arm and a broken leg are not serious injuries to the wizard. You must keep this in mind."

William guessed at the missing part and drank Harry to explain it.

"Of course, if you are sure that the opponent is good at black magic, then you'd better keep all attacks away from you. There is never a lack of lethality guys in this world. God knows how many terrifying black magic is there."

Harry tried hard to remember those words, but he found it too difficult—especially William even used magic to measure the weight of Xia Banban, which made him really incomprehensible.

"Grumbling?"

"It's not for food, someone else's pet rat, okay, go with food, go with food."

With William guarding the mouse with his left hand while driving away, Harry noticed the huge owl.

"professor?"

"Don't worry," William tapped the magic wand in his right hand on the parchment, and quickly calculated the amount of medicine needed for the ratio of weight and missing wounds-the most essential difference between the magical world's treatment of animals and Muggles is precision.

A little more or less potion is not a big problem for wizards, but most creatures can't bear this kind of crude medicine feeding method.

This time, the original professional knowledge was used to save the mice. The test effects of the restorative potion were all made with creatures. This set of William inherited quite well—more than 90% of the mice can recover normally. Symptoms such as limbs one size larger than one size smaller or weakness.

‘First is the Bone Spirit, and then...’

William mixed the potion according to the proportion, and tried to make the regrowth perfect without any loopholes.

"It's done," William directed the mixed potion to float with his wand, "the craftsmanship has not fallen."

As he spoke, he tapped the wooden stick previously used to block the rat's mouth with his finger, and then let the medicine float in by itself.

"Just wait. The mouse's legs and the rest will grow well soon," William nodded to Harry. "However, a rat of such an age has suffered such a situation, and it has been spawned by potions and can survive. I can’t tell you how long..."

"Thank you, Professor. Ron will die happily. If Scab died to protect him, Ron will be ashamed for a lifetime!"

"protection?"

"Yes, protection, this is the second time it has protected us."

Harry said it seriously, "The first time it bit Gore, the second time it stopped the terrible black dog for Ron."

‘If you’re not afraid of the damage caused by the rat, it’s almost a punch...’

But William did not express the intention-whoever interrupts this kind of thing is stupid.

"How come there are black dogs? By the way, speaking of it, your class seems to belong to Hagrid, right?"

Only then did William find out what was wrong. Previously, he thought that Scabbard was bitten by someone else’s pet, but this protection was used...

"Yes, Professor, but the dog in the class got out of control. He tried to attack Ron, but was blocked by Scab, and then he ran away."

"Swallowtail dog?" William looked at Harry, "But, I remember that kind of creature would never attack a wizard without authorization!"

"It's another ordinary dog, Hagrid uses it as a comparison, but it suddenly raided."

Scab's injury stabilized, and now Harry was also curious-if the black dog attacked him, what weird guesses could he make, but what happened to Ron?

And the big dog kept staring at him, but when he moved his hands, he didn't react to being hit by his own magic—it was reasonable, and it was too strange to attack Ron.

"Ordinary dog ​​is out of control..."

‘Rabies? ’

‘I remember there were special potions coming, and I prepared some. ’

William got up to look for medicine, and shook his head for Hagrid's misfortune—what was it like to catch a mad dog for class...

"There is a high probability of rabies. There is a special name in the magic world. Wait, I will get you some medicine."

It should be on this level, this is for smallpox treatment, this...leprosy...this is this.

"Drink a little, Harry, take the medicine back by the way, and the student who has been relieved closely with the black dog takes two tablespoons. This is a potion for prevention."

William handed the medicine over, "Remember to tell them that if you don't take the medicine, at least if you are sick... Forget it, just tell them to take the medicine."

He originally planned to tell these children how many days to stay in the hospital, but considering the fact that the school just started, forget it-Gryffindor really dared to bite, and then be hospitalized, and if there are one or two more in fifth grade , The trouble is really big.

"Yes, Professor..." Harry replied in a low voice, lingering doubts in his mind—if it was rabies, why did it look at himself before attacking Ron?

"Professor, by the way, there is something very strange to me, when it strikes-God, Scabbard!"

He couldn't help but yelled. Scattered was originally very calm. Although the wound did not grow up immediately, the blood had stopped long ago, and bones and other organs were also slowly growing.

That kind of wound looked a bit strange, but the spot was calm, but it was completely different now—the spotted wound seemed to be cut open again by a knife, and blood began to gush out slowly.

What is even more frightening is that cracks appeared in the upper body that had been good at this moment, and small blood beads penetrated out, forming a spider web-like blood line.

‘What a joke! ’

William drew out his wand, and a bright magic rushed out and wrapped the rat firmly, "This is the case when the amount of potion is severely insufficient! Is it a pig? Pigs will not have such a serious reaction. "

After cursing, William's hand did not stop, the healing potion originally prepared for the students was directly poured in, and the amount for the owl was directly used.

‘Damn it, it’s not enough! ’

William quickly increased the dose, this time it was a cat, and then it was a dog—knowing that the dose was enough for human use, the blood collapse was alleviated.

Harry watched William's careful and crazy dosing process beside him. He didn't even dare to take a mouthful of the atmosphere, for fear that he would affect the operation.

But as William added the medicine again and again, Harry found something was wrong-the professor's face was getting worse and worse, and in the end, although the terrible phenomenon was suppressed, the professor's face was ashamed as he was about to kill.

"TMD."

Harry heard a similar sound, but couldn't figure out what it meant.

Soon, the previous potion was taken out again, and a super-large dose was fed to Scabbers—the original slowed or even reversed recovery and suddenly became normal, and Harry could even see Scabbers' legs growing at a slow but visible rate.

But with such a scene, the professor's eyes were cold as if he was about to kill.

"Sure enough... sure enough... that's not just the legend of Azkaban, it's actually true..."

Harry heard this mumbling.