From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice, William subconsciously wanted to hide the parchment.

But before he had time to start, he realized one thing-judging from classmate Selma's account, it was impossible to hide it, even for the time being.

He could only stare fiercely at the twins, hoping that the two guys could roll off quickly.

Since the new questionnaire had been circulated by Pippi, Professor McGonagall didn't know it for no reason.

Doesn't the whole Hogwarts know who is most suspected of these two fools? If you open the door and see you two, it's really yellow mud falling in your crotch, it's hard to tell.

In particular, these two fools were so scared by the new form that their faces were pale, as if they were very self-confident.

But the brothers did not realize the embarrassment of their position at this moment, and the two of them froze over there, motionless.

‘I tried my best, after all, you are also suspected...’

Seeing that the two were not moving, William had to respond loudly and walked towards the door, looking forward to talking with Professor McGonagall at the door, procrastinating for a while-

"Yes, I just finished the course here."

However, Professor McGonagall opened the door almost without any hesitation-here is the classroom and not the professor's office. It is enough not to be in class, and no other response is needed.

"Brother Weasley hasn't left..." Professor McGonagall asked this question when he opened the door, and at a glance, he saw the two brothers who were standing on the podium with their pale faces and staring at the parchment in a daze.

Don't know if it was an illusion, William felt that he saw the floor trembling, as if he was about to come alive.

When he quickly recovered from this suspected illusion, he found that his hand was already touching the wand.

'illusion? No, it's Transfiguration? The so-called Transfiguration Field? What can't even be read on the normal polymorphism books, only the ones that are introduced on the cards?

Or is it a special phenomenon caused by the leakage of magic power?

Or...’

Although he knew it was not the time, William was still attracted by this phenomenon.

"It seems I'm very lucky." Professor McGonagall looked at the parchment and then at the two brothers, his tone as calm as ever, "Come out with me, Weasley."

The two red-haired children froze as if under a petrification curse, and then as if under an Imperius curse, they drooped their heads and left the classroom with Professor McGonagall without saying a word.

"Wait, Professor McGonagall."

After the two followed out, William woke up from the shock, and he followed after a few short runs. "It's not necessarily what they did, it needs to be investigated."

Professor McGonagall stopped, looked at William who was running over, and then stared at the two stub-like brothers.

"You are right," Professor McGonagall's tone finally softened for a long time, "but I think they may know a little bit more than the other students."

"I remember you still have classes, Professor William," Professor McGonagall quickly changed the subject, "I think class is about to start."

"Yes, Professor," William nodded, indicating that he would not intervene again-if it weren't for the two hapless guys just now because they were too scared to cause unjust, false and wrongful cases, he wouldn't bother to take care of this stuff.

Students who are about to take the OWLs test, it’s too stupid to spend time and effort to make this kind of questionnaire. Even if the questionnaire the twins made is not his but Professor Snape, it will not affect William’s raising his hands in favor of them being severely punished. .

‘I don’t know if they choose to lie...’

‘But I shouldn’t be so stupid...’

Thinking about it, William returned to his classroom.

"Hello Professor."

"Hello Professor."

He nodded in response and returned to the classroom against the scattered students. At this moment, the children from the other two colleges were already sitting in the classroom, waiting for the next class to proceed.

However, judging from the state of their communication with each other and the smiles that shouldn't appear on their faces during the make-up lesson, it is clear that the parchment handed over by Selma has spread throughout the school.

‘Even if they didn’t do it, it wouldn’t be better...’

William shook his head-even if they were not responsible for Professor McGonagall's investigation, as the instigator, the punishment they received from Professor McGonagall would not be small.

But that has nothing to do with him, and the next lesson is going to be.

If you don’t concentrate on making up classes on Saturday, what else can you make up?

"Be quiet, today we will consolidate what we have learned next week and explain a little test-taking skills by the way."

He imaginarily clicked the blackboard with his wand and let the chalk work.

——

"Survived..."

In the empty classroom, Fred and George looked at each other like prostration, and clearly read the light named Sheng and Hope.

Although they were detained for more than a month and had to copy school rules a hundred times, they still survived.

What is more pleasant than surviving?

"Sure enough, the scariest thing is..."

Fred sighed, but before he could finish speaking, George, who flew over, shot him back with his hand.

Because the speed was too fast, the hand made a crisp slap after visibly twitching the air.

"Pooh…"

When George took his hand away, Fred spit and complained, "You are a wizard, use a magic wand next time!"

"You are a wizard, use your brain next time!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

For a long time, they stopped laughing wildly after the disaster, "The question is, which **** was so courageous and did that kind of thing?"

"How did I know? You promised to catch the suspect within a month!"

"Can you feel better if I'm caught?" Fred glanced at George. "Do you think Professor McGonagall knows who is Fred and George is? Would she settle accounts with only one person?"

Silence, or silence, the two looked at each other and ended the mutual pit in a tacit understanding.

"It must be the seventh grade ~www.readwn.com~ and only they have the guts!"

The seventh graders are more courageous than the usual Gryffindor because of the fast graduation.

"It's not necessarily. The first-year students still don't know Professor McGonagall. I think they are also very likely!"

"It's useless to guess like that, we have to find Pippi to get the original-I believe that he must have found it somewhere, and his head can't make up such a terrible thing."

George said categorically, "It's easier to investigate if you have the original. I don't believe that guy can hide so dead!"

"Even we are pitted... Hogwarts is only for us to prank others," Fred gritted his teeth, "If you can't catch him, I swear I will soak in the library before the exam and review it!"

"Come on..." George broke through him ruthlessly, "You're just afraid that you won't find anyone, and you want to avoid the professor's follow-up punishment!"

"are you going?"

"go."

ps: I finally wrote a version that can be viewed.