From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 The mouse named Shaban was sent to Dumbledore, and its owner, Ron Weasley, came out after spending the night in the hospital.

　　 William originally thought Ron would make a loud request to send his mouse back, but it was probably because Dumbledore was going personally. A week passed and nothing happened.

　　 "Yawn."

　　 In the staff lounge, William yawned and put away the books and papers.

　　 "Tomorrow is the weekend, you can't keep reading and studying, William."

　　 Adams put away the beans he had peeled for the whole afternoon, and said to William.

"Finally, there is an interesting theory, I want to improve it quickly." William replied, stretching his waist, "Forget it on weekends, I want to stay in school now, I have to be stared at by those black skins when I go in and out. , That’s not a comfortable experience."

　　 "Can't you use the Patronus Charm?"

　　 "Will use it doesn't mean that I don't hate it," William opened his hands. "I can't help but want to use the patron saint when I see them. With that kind of suffocation, I can't even control any magic."

　　 "It can be said to be accidental to use them once or twice. If you see them and put the patron saint on your head, I guess the Ministry of Magic will send me a letter in less than a week."

　　 "That's true," Adams laughed. "But then again, another week has passed. Does the Ministry of Magic really want to capture Sirius?"

　　 "God knows... they don't even know how Sirius escaped from prison."

　　 "Maybe it's an inner ghost," the professor next to him joined the chat, "I haven't found it yet. Several magazines are talking about this problem."

　　 "Then I don't know, but I'm more inclined to rely on his ability to come out. Black's grades were first-rate back then, and he learned so much dark magic..."

　　 Another professor also joined in, and most of the professors were free on Friday afternoon as the dusk approached.

　　...

　　 "咚咚."

　　 There was a knock on the door.

　　 Then a little boy came in in a panic, and was shocked to see a bunch of professors sitting there.

"whats the matter?"

　　 asked kindly, the professor at the outside of the crowd.

　　 "That... I'm looking for Professor William."

　　 "Professor William, I'm looking for you!"

　　 William stood up from the crowd and glanced at the kid—I don’t know him, not his student.

"whats the matter?"

　　 "Professor McGonagall asked me to inform you that Dumbledore is waiting for you in his office."

　　 This child was probably frightened by a group of professors, and he spoke very fast.

　　 "Okay, I see," William nodded at him, "I'll go over immediately."

　　 "Then professor, I'm leaving now."

　　 He ran away almost impolitely—the children in the lower grades were basically not nervous when they saw a bunch of professors.

　　 "Then I'll go first." Watching the child run away, William smiled and said goodbye to the surrounding professors, shook his head, and said in a surprised voice, "The principal is in the office..."

　　 The professors around him laughed into a ball of laughter—after staying at Hogwarts for a while, you will know where the laughter is, and it’s never out of date.

　　 "Go, Professor William, it is not easy to see the principal on Friday."

　　 Professor Taylor mellowly caught the above sentence, and the surrounding professors laughed again.

　　 Through the crowd and leaving the lounge, William had time to think about what Dumbledore was calling him to do.

　　 But my thoughts were floating and I came to the joke just now.

　　‘The professor in the first year is really different from the professor in the second year. There are totally two treatments—or, until now, I enjoy the normal professor treatment. ’

　　Since he couldn't figure it out, he gave up altogether, shook his head and walked directly to the principal's office.

　　 "This week's password is honey lemonade?"

　　William stepped onto the steps of the principal's office while speaking the order.

　　 To his surprise, there are already many people inside.

　　 Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and Professor Snape.

　　The four deans have all arrived, and William realized this in an instant.

　　 "Very good, Professor William, you are here too," Dumbledore looked a little tired, but the smile on his face seemed a little more than usual, "Then our audience is here, and we can start."

　　 "Audience?"

　　 William was taken aback, but he didn't say anything.

　　 "On Monday this week, Professor William discovered a very strange thing, but due to some special reasons, the school has not made the matter public for the time being."

　　 Dumbledore nodded towards them, "The severity of the matter may be far beyond our imagination. Therefore, several related students were forbidden to speak about it."

　　 "Fortunately, after these days of exploration, we still found a solution to this problem..."

　　 Dumbledore was still introducing, and William was shocked.

The previous things about the crown and the diary until now, William has not heard the relevant progress. He originally thought that this time the mouse was the same, but it was less than a week, and it was only four days to be exact. Dumbledore has announced that he has found a solution. !

　　‘What are you kidding, that’s Animagus! ’

　　 Therefore, this time the theory is missing, William specially made up for a while about the knowledge of that magic afterwards, and has deeply realized how difficult it is.

　　 To put it simply, the training time is generally calculated on a yearly basis... and there is no guarantee of success.

　　 And to learn that magic, what you need is more than the transfiguration skills, but also herbalism, excellent talent, and very, very amazing luck.

　　 The first step alone is annoying enough-for a whole month (must be from full moon to full moon), a single leaf of Mandrake must be kept in your mouth. Never swallow the leaves or take out your mouth at any time. If the leaves leave your mouth, the whole process must start again.

　　 sounds desperate enough, right?

But outsiders don’t know what the leaves of mandela grass mean—when the students cursed by the basilisk last year needed mandela grass to boil medicine, even Hogwarts had to wait until the mandela planted by himself. Pull the grass to mature.

　　 William estimated that if he wanted to learn this by himself that day, the first step of the mandela grass would have to be talked about by Adams for a week or two—this kind of thing is not just physical work.

Excluding the illegal one in this office, there are a total of seven legal Animagus-Williams estimates that a dozen or so illegal ones will end up dead. Normal wizards don’t bother themselves so much, let alone behind them. It's more troublesome, and failure can even be life-threatening.

　　 However, in just a few days, Dumbledore announced that he had found a solution...

　　 This is no longer an outrageous explanation...

　　 can only be said to be the number one white wizard who majored in polymorphism...

　　 Just when various thoughts appeared in William's heart, Dumbledore had briefly introduced to everyone what happened on Monday.

　　 "Okay, I'm going to solve the spell next. I hope that the deans will make decisions based on what happens next, so that we won't come to different conclusions on how to treat the wizard."

　　 Dumbledore said as he lifted a cage from the table.

　　 A comatose mouse is inside, knowing nothing about the outside world.

　　 "In order to prevent him from trying to hide something or thinking about a story, I had to keep him in a coma before the solution came out."

　　 Dumbledore said, imagining the cage door with his wand.

　　 It opened by itself, and then the mouse inside floated out.

　　 ‘Magic is sometimes too targeted...’

　　 William looked at the mouse floating out, and his thoughts drifted away.

　　 Dumbledore stunned the mouse and he could understand it completely-to deal with wizards who were unwilling to tell the truth, either psychic or Veritaserum would work well, but it would not work on animals.

　　As a professor of self-defense, he is very aware of the taboo of mind-consciousness, which is almost ineffective for animals.

　　 Yes, because the animal's mind not only reads a serious deviation, but also has the possibility of greatly backlashing the caster...

Let alone Veritaserum, that thing has a lot of taboos for people. It is a joke to put it on animals to work normally. Professor Lockhart was lucky last year-he even suspected that it was because of the transformation. Animals can evade most of the effects of spells, making Animagus one of the supreme magics of polymorphism...

　　 Just as his thoughts were fluttering, Dumbledore had already tapped his wand at the rat floating in mid-air.

　　 For an instant, the sleepy mouse woke up, and then it began to squeak frantically.

　　 The voice sounded extremely sharp, as if it had been hit by a mouse trap.

　　 "Squeak!!"

　　 Amidst the stern shouts, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com the whole mouse swelled frantically, first the belly, then the limbs, until the mouse became an oval sphere.

"boom!"

　　 When the sphere expanded to its maximum, it exploded directly, but a golden transparent human-shaped container blocked all the flying objects.

　　 Then, the flesh and blood scattered everywhere quickly grew and spread, gradually forming the shape of a person.

　　As the golden light gets weaker and weaker, the ‘people’ inside also become more and more like individuals.

　　It, no, he is very short, if he were not a little mature, William would definitely treat him as a student.

　　 The hair is thin, bald, the whole person is dirty, the nose is pointed, the eyes are small-although it has changed back, it still looks like a mouse.

　　 If the caster was not Dumbledore, William would doubt that the magic was wrong.

　　 but not.

　　 "Little Dwarf Peter!"

　　William who was wondering suddenly heard a gritted teeth.

　　 It was Professor Snape's voice—he had never used such a cruel voice before calling William.

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