From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Although William had never met the Dursleys, he had done his homework before coming.

The school attaches great importance to Harry. Although William has not yet figured out the reason for this, Professor McGonagall has told him in advance-"Try not to have excessive conflicts with the Dursleys. Appropriate warnings can be used. , But can't overdo it. ’

To put it simply, it is good that he doesn't tear his face here, and the school will send him to sing the red face.

So, he lightly touched his toe, and in the next second, he appeared directly downstairs-although training was a bit difficult due to school site problems, he has not put down the practice of apparition in the past two years.

"Um…"

William looked at Mr. Dursley, snapped his fingers casually, and the gun flew up and fell into William's hand.

"Hello, Mr. Dursley, if I am not mistaken."

Vernon stared at William, the blood vessels in his temple were about to explode, but in the end he still didn't speak.

"The villain who visited hastily carried a gun, Mr. Dursley. According to the castle law, I seem to have unlimited self-defense rights."

"According to the law, you guys should be tied to the cross and burned to death!"

He shouted at William fiercely.

"The teachings are outdated, sir, but the castle law still applies..." William spread his hands, and dragged a chair and table with a snap of his fingers. "But we don't need to discuss this for now. If possible, we sit down. Let’s talk."

He took the lead to sit on the side of the table and even handed back the gun from the table.

"Sit down, Mr. Dursley, although this meeting was a bit earlier than I thought, it's not bad now."

Vernon hesitated, and finally sat down and held the gun-although the young man before him downplayed it to worthless, the cold barrel is now his best source of courage.

"Introduce myself, my name is William, a professor at Hogwarts."

William compared himself to himself, then turned his head to look at Sirius and Harry, "Harry, Mr. Black, come here, I think this negotiation requires the three of us to participate."

When William said Harry's name, Vernon's hand twitched, but in the end he chose to say nothing. He was just looking at everything, trying to analyze the available information from the chaotic situation.

His eyes go from the table to the chair to the surrounding decorations.

Garbage bags, game consoles, partially replaced furniture, sorted out old things...

In the end, he had to come to a sad fact-this group of self-proclaimed wizards did not occupy this place temporarily, but really regarded this place as their own home.

"It's a bit rude to say that, but Mr. Dursley, I don't think you have introduced yourself yet."

When Sirius and Harry were sitting on each side, William said to Dursley who was opposite.

"It's not that I was deliberately rude..." The words themselves were full of rudeness, but William seemed to have not heard them. "But you have figured out everything, right?"

"certainly…"

William nodded, and then started talking nonsense with his eyes open.

"In fact, we came here to investigate Mr. Dursley's serious violations of the law and make remedies and punishments."

"I am not like you!"

William's words clearly angered the guy on the opposite side, and he directly divided himself out with a roar.

"It's different, so you have violated the laws on both sides," William nodded. "The room has been magically soundproofed. Just when I tried that gun, ranting won't solve any problems, sir."

"According to Harry's description," William glanced at Harry, "It is true that your family abuses children and uses child labor."

"You are a professor in that school, and you are not an investigator in any **** group!"

Vernon's voice grew louder, "I adopted him and fed him for thirteen years!"

"There is no doubt, Mr. Dursley, so Harry will pay you six hundred gallons, or about three thousand pounds, for support after he becomes an adult."

William nodded, not refuting Dursley's opinion in the slightest.

This huge number shocked Harry, not to mention six hundred gallons, he was someone who Sikor didn't want to pay the Dursleys!

Despite this, he did not object, but cast his eyes on William.

"Three thousand pounds..."

Vernon's face was gloomy, and he no longer snarled as before.

"Well, if so, I don't have much opinion."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Dursley." William shook his head. "Because you didn't provide a good accommodation environment. In fact, Harry had been sleeping in the cupboard until he was eleven-therefore, we need to deduct six hundred. Support in pounds sterling."

...

"Therefore, one hundred pounds have to be deducted here. After conversion, Harry will have to pay 1,500 pounds of support expenses after he reaches adulthood." After cutting for a long time, William finally gave a figure that made Harry feel much better. .

"If there are no additional demands, we will probably get such an agreement."

William made the quill work while talking, and a final agreement was quickly reached.

"If you have no comments, please sign, Mr. Dursley."

The final draft is very simple, there are no patterns or the like, and the writing is clear at a glance.

Roughly, the Dursleys adopted Harry until he became an adult at the age of 17, and Harry had to pay 1,500 pounds of support in the first year of finding a job as an adult.

After confirming that there were no text traps and no blackmail, Vernon murmured and signed.

Although staying with these strange guys still made him uncomfortable, the not-so-small amount of unexpected income made him look at Harry a little more pleasingly.

"So, that's it?"

He threatened to sign a mess of things instead. Although it was profitable, he still didn't want to stay here for a quarter of an hour.

"Yes, that's all, Mr. Dursley."

William nodded and put away the contract.

——

"Solved a big problem."

After the Mr. Dursley had left, William stretched out and exhaled in a happy mood.

Instead, Harry had an unhappy look-paying the Dursleys three hundred gallons as an adult? What a joke!

"That's what you have to spend, Harry," William said to Harry while accepting the contract, "I know, you definitely don't like that life, but there is no doubt that you have lived for ten years at Dursley's. One year, this is more than the reward you should pay."

"The one that can be bought out with money is the cheapest, Harry." William said while looking at Sirius next to him. "Mr. Black, I hope you don't help Harry with this money and let him use the money after work. Pay by salary."

"Okay..." Sirius hesitated a little and agreed-anyway, the amount was not large. The professor in front of him came with the task of investigating, and he would not refuse such a trivial matter.

"That's really great."

William rolled up the parchment and put it away.

This result is worthy of his series of operations that were threatening, then nonsense, and then bargaining.

Adopting Harry to the age of seventeen, and then Harry pays the support. This is a two-way contract. Once signed, it cannot be changed. After all, there is magic on the parchment.

The adoption itself meant that Harry became a member of the Dursley family, unless Mr. Dursley was proficient in magic and used to find the original to modify it far beyond William's ability, or even if he drove Harry out of the house, the newspaper would sever the relationship. It's all useless—the patch on magic only recognizes magic, not the Muggle suit.

He doesn't know what Professor McGonagall thinks and arranges, but it's not wrong to have more insurance.

Anyway, according to the feedback from the Ravenclaw scammers who entered Azkaban, this kind of magic supplementing magic trick is quite easy to use. If they didn’t go to Gringotts to get a little more Muggle currency, they would never turn over. of.

——

"So, Professor William, you finally signed this contract with Mr. Dursley?"

In Professor McGonagall’s office, William was reporting what he had learned during the holiday, and by the way, he handed in the original contract—this kind of thing that might be a breakthrough is of course good for throwing at the school, and Dumbledore can’t hold on to something he’s sure Can't hold it.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall," William replied with a yawn. In order to hand it over, he went back to school even before the holidays. The ride on the Cavaliers bus was a bit swayed along the way for safety. Sleepy.

"If the contract is the guarantee, at least we can deal with the situation of last summer vacation, instead of persuading the Dursleys to continue accepting Harry."

If it weren’t for last year’s event, he wouldn’t have used the contract to ensure that Harry wouldn’t be kicked out. It’s really...

"Thanks for your hard work, Professor William."

Professor McGonagall thoughtfully collected the manuscript of the contract, and then asked another question with concern, "What do you think about Sirius adopting Harry?"

‘When I left, the elf hadn’t scored yet...’

This was the first thing William thought of, but since Sirius said to find it, there is a high probability that he will find it.

"I'm still investigating. At present, it seems that there are some minor problems, but Sirius is still trying to make up for it."

"He is surprisingly reliable in this matter."

...

William didn't know what to say for a while.

"Okay, that's it... If you don't mind, can you go find Albus with me? I think he should be in the office today."

Naturally, I didn't mind—Dumbledore was the most mysterious person in the castle, but as the first white wizard, he stood as good as half a library.

Unfortunately, even the dean did not find this principal who didn't know what he was doing every time.

It was also easy to see the principal when the Sirius rumors were at its strongest. Dumbledore is now much busier than usual. As far as William heard the chats from the professors, the principal has gone abroad many times since Christmas and the current semester.

——

"contract?"

Dumbledore got up from the chair, his face slightly tired.

William noticed that the diary he found last year was floating on the table. Next to it, the top one on a stack of parchment was writing all its secrets-origin, materials, number of pages...

"Yes, contract."

Professor McGonagall repeated, "Professor William tried to use the contract to supplement the protective magic, but I am not sure whether it is feasible."

"Interesting question, Minerva... I think it should be possible, but we need a little experiment to prove it."

Dumbledore nodded at Professor McGonagall, then looked at William again.

"Sorry, Professor William, can you wait here for a while? I think I need Minerva to do some experiments."

"Of course no problem, Professor."

After all, it is a common method used by fraudsters~www.readwn.com~Even Dumbledore is not too sure-even if he is the number one white wizard, he has special skills in the art industry.

‘But...I can go too, right? ’

William is a little confused. It stands to reason that it would be better for him as a client to go to the simulation, but why keep him in the principal's office?

It can be said that the reasons for distrust may be explained in another place, but who will leave people who do not believe alone in their own office?

But William quickly understood why.

"Professor William."

The mural on the wall suddenly spoke-it was one of the past principals.

"Are you interested in making a deal that doesn't violate school rules?"

"The only heir to our family--" said the painting, "if you want, I think we can sign a contract."

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