From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Professor?"

　　 Harry's shout stunned William and woke him up.

"It's okay, I have some bad speculations." William is not good at talking to the students too much of those dark things. Some of the things circulated in Azkaban are too dark even in the adult world, and they are not suitable for students. contact.

　　 "That spot?"

"It may have encountered some special things and needs to stay in my office," William considered how much information should be revealed, "but no matter the truth of the matter, I can tell you with confidence that its injuries have been brought under control. ."

　　 While explaining to Harry, he invited his own owl and hurriedly wrote a note on the table.

　　 "Go to Professor McGonagall's office, thank you very much."

　　 tapped its beak with a finger, and tied the note, William's owl flew to the window, jumped a few times, got out of the window, and then fluttered its wings and flew out.

　　 Taking advantage of the time when Professor McGonagall was not here, William walked quickly to the side of the mouse called Scab, trying to take advantage of this time to verify his judgment again.

　　 Harry, who couldn't figure out what happened, made no sound obediently, just watched.

　　 ‘It’s a normal mouse no matter how you look at it...’

　　 William looked at the mouse carefully-after the treatment just now, its wound has been stably recovered...

　　‘No! Absolutely something is wrong! "

　　 William immediately found something wrong. Under the effect of the potion that seemed to be completely overdose, the front paws of this mouse did not recover!

　　 It is clear that the whole body is growing, but the front paw that is missing a toe has no meaning at all to grow out, as if it is born to be vacant and does not exist at all.

'dark magic…'

　　 As a professor of self-defense, William immediately made a judgment that only black magic can completely wipe out the presence of the body and make the recovery method useless.

　　 "How long has it been alive, Harry?"

　　 William turned abruptly and asked Harry.

　　 "Sorry, professor, I don't know much...but Ron has been raising him in the first grade. It was Percy's pet before."

　　’It’s not against Harry... it may even exist before Percy enrolls in school. The probability of it encountering Harry is so low that no one can guess. ’

　　‘Then, it’s likely to be killed very early...’

　　 "God! What happened here?" Professor McGonagall's voice came from far away, and then there was a rush of trotting in the corridor.

　　 After a while, Professor McGonagall appeared in front of the door where the door no longer existed.

　　 Her wand was facing the room, her eyes were slightly puzzled, "Are you okay, Professor William? And Potter, what's wrong with him?"

　　The story is too complicated to write down the note at all, so she is still at a loss.

　　 "I'm fine, Professor McGonagall."

　　 William tried to look like he was smiling, "There is something that needs your help. I have a terrible guess now, but I can't do anything about it."

　　 "The problem?"

　　Professor McGonagall was stunned, and she forgot about the door that she was going to ask about. She glanced at Harry suspiciously, "What's wrong with Potter?"

　　 "No, it was a mouse and a pet mouse that gave me a headache."

　　 William shook his head, and stepped to the spotted table a few steps, "That's it, Professor."

　　 "Mouse?"

Professor McGonagall followed him confusedly, and then followed William’s hand to look at the table—over there, a mouse was in a coma and seemed to be seriously injured, but the wound was healing and growing. He was fed a valuable potion.

　　What can the mouse have to see?

　　If the person who made this scene is Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall even intends to deal with it as a prank.

　　 But she quickly discovered what was wrong-whether it was hair, paws, tail, or anything else, this mouse was no different from a normal mouse. It felt like a mouse, but it was not a mouse.

　　‘Very clever transfiguration... almost fooled me..."

　　 "I'm not sure, what do you think?"

　　 Professor McGonagall did not respond. She waved her magic wand and several hairs fell from the mouse's body, and then floated into the air.

　　 But nothing happened, and the mouse's short hair finally fell to the ground lightly, motionless.

　　 "Your guess is correct, Professor William."

　　Professor McGonagall took a breath and nodded. Her face was not good. "Although further research is needed to confirm which kind of deformation it is, there is no doubt that this mouse is not a mouse."

　　 "Where was it found?"

　　 Using the magic wand to get the rat fur up again, Professor McGonagall asked with a serious face.

　　 "It's Ron's pet, Scabbard. It was injured today, and Hagrid suggested that I send it to Professor William for treatment..."

　　 Before William could respond, Harry seemed to be frightened, and explained the whole problem like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

　　 "Percy's pet, and then gave it to Ron?"

　　 Professor McGonagall repeatedly confirmed, while waving her magic wand—a transparent cat got out of her magic wand, stepped on it in the air, and then rushed directly towards the wall.

　　 Seeing this scene, even if Harry had always been heartened, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

　　 "It usually lives in the lounge?"

Harry was stunned, and realized from his surprise that the professor was asking himself, "Yes, professor, he has been living in the lounge since the first grade, especially this year it is in poor condition and staying in the dormitory. Days are even longer."

　　 "Then does it usually act aggressively? Or, is there anything that doesn't match the behavior of a mouse?"

　　 Harry thought about it seriously, "No, Professor, it just doesn't bite like a normal mouse, but that's the generality of pets."

　　 "What about the rest time? What is the recipe?"

　　"..."

　　 One question after another was thrown out, and Harry had to think harder to answer every now and then.

　　 "Professor, it's me."

　　 Percy's voice was a little panic. He stood at William's door without a door, looking at the two professors inside, his expression a little nervous.

　　 "Come in, Percy."

　　 William nodded at him, "Come here, do you know this mouse?"

　　 "Scaly?"

　　 Percy shouted in surprise, "What's wrong with it?"

　　 "Suffered a little bit, Harry sent it over, but it's still being treated. Hearing Harry said, it was your pet before?"

　　 "Yes, Professor."

　　 Percy nodded and thought about it, "I raised it since I was very young, and after all, it has been in our house for twelve years."

　　 "Twelve years? Where did you get it in the first place?"

　　 "A pet store," Percy blushed, "At that time the rats were on sale..."

　　 The Weasley family’s family situation, William, can be considered to be familiar, and he immediately understood that they were buying Scabbers purely for cheap at the time.

　　 "Why is it missing one of its toes?"

　　 "It was like this when I bought it...Because of the missing toes, it was cheaper..."

　　 Percy flushed even more.

　　Everything makes sense—transformation, cheap sale...

But he can’t go back yet. Although William is definitely not their home, it still depends on what Professor McGonagall said. When he asked Percy, Professor McGonagall had already begun to test what kind of polymorphism it was. This led to such a consequence.

　　 "Unexpectedly..."

　　 When Professor McGonagall raised her head, her eyes were filled with rare surprises: "It's not body transformation...It's Animagus."

　　 Animagus?

　　What kind of transfiguration is this?

　　Although he has been working **** his own transfiguration, William of Animal Transformation is still working on it, let alone the more complicated human body deformation. As for the existence of Animagus that surprised the transfiguration professors, William did not dabble.

　　 "Animagus?"

　　 Percy was frightened, "But, did you not say, Professor, there are only seven wizards who have mastered this spell in this century?"

　　 Seven...

　　 William suddenly understood why he didn't know-even black magic, it is rarely difficult to this point, only seven people master it.

"Obviously, this is illegal Animagus, and the degree of proficiency is very high." Professor McGonagall nodded, "I can even say that in terms of Animagus's deformability, he is better than I am strong."

　　 "You too..."

　　 Although Professor McGonagall said it was an understatement, and William knew that it is unlikely that Professor McGonagall would not, but he still couldn't help feeling that he was a salary thief who got in compared to other professors...

　　 "Better than you?"

　　 "Yes, I didn't even recognize it immediately..." Professor McGonagall shook his head, "I have to find Albus, I can't get rid of this level of polymorphism."

　　 "I beg you here, Professor William, I have to go to Albus's office myself."

　　Professor McGonagall nodded at William, and then quickly left the room. Because the door didn't exist, her footsteps in the corridor were very loud.

　　‘The previous method of using the patron saint to bring messages is good, you can think about it-but why does Professor McGonagall have to find the principal himself? Are you afraid that it is not clear that the principal pretended not to be in school? ’

　　 Knowing that it was not a human body deformation, William was in the mood to make a joke. He even made a little joke about the two principals.

　　 Being imprisoned and controlled by one's own transformation magic are two different things. The former makes people feel sad, while the latter is...

"How difficult is Animagus? Azkaban is talking about human deformation, but as Professor McGonagall just said, Animagus is more difficult than human deformation. Seven people in a century... Hogwarts Account for two..."

　　Although Professor McGonagall didn't say that Dumbledore was Animagus, William directly acquiesced that the principal is good at it—what magic Dumbledore would not be strange.

　　 "Professor? So, Shaban was turned into a mouse?"

　　 Harry finally asked after hesitating for a while—he was not stupid. According to the discussion with the professors and the conversation with Percy, it was too easy to come to this conclusion.

　　 "It's basically like this. UU看书www.uukanshu.com"

　　 William nodded—it doesn't involve erasing memory, illegal imprisonment, etc. It can be said, after all, the impact is not that great.

　　 "Then, is it made like this by bad guys?"

　　 Harry hesitated and continued to ask.

　　 "Can't confirm..." William shook his head. At first, he was also affected by the sad mentality of the rabbit and fox, but now that he interrupted, he thought of more things.

　　 "You have to know, Harry, don't believe in sealed things easily, especially if the other person is wise." William looked at Percy again, "You have to remember too, Percy."

　　 "Learn to judge by yourself, instead of accepting what the sealed people and things say. Even if Veritaserum is present, lying is very easy. You can even tell a part of the truth and mislead you elsewhere."

　　 "So, it's a badass, it was turned into a mouse?"

　　 Harry still didn't understand.

　　 "Learn to judge, now we know nothing, everything must be based on reality, blindly relying on the first impression is the least reliable."

　　 William emphasized again, "But we will have the result soon, the principal is here."

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