From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Goooooooooooooooo..."

The flame licked the bottom of the pot, causing the soup in the pot to continue to boil, a peculiar umami of mushroom soup accompanied by water vapor wafting out of the pot, making William feel even more hungry when he hadn't eaten much these days.

‘It’s a pity, it would be nice if there was a little bit of dead bread...Why am I not good at cooking? ’

William whispered while concocting a potion.

Drinking soup with dung stones is really a shame. He is going to make an antidote on the spot according to the toxins that mushrooms may contain.

As a pharmacist who thinks he is OK, although he can't accurately distinguish whether wild plants are poisonous or camouflaged like Adams, and can even cancel their toxicity, but after a brief judgment, the possible toxicity can be re-modulated. A comprehensive antidote is fine.

He can even adjust the taste of the antidote to make it taste better in the mouth-this is much stronger than the dung stone.

Taking advantage of the interaction of the ingredients, William took out the few remaining breads, and started to bake them over a bonfire—a little bit of heat, and after the soup is soaked, these are considered to be brown bread reserves. It's softer and more delicious.

"boom…"

After an almost inaudible noise, William saw Dumbledore appear nearby.

William didn't even let go of the bread he was manipulating, and instead greeted him with a smile. Since he knew Dumbledore had come, he let go of his hanging heart on the road these days.

Dumbledore walked over with a smile, approached the fire, lit his wand, and conjured a chair across from William.

"It seems that I'm here at the right time, but Professor William is too diligent. You don't forget to practice potions when you cook—the soup looks good, can I have some?"

"..."

The bread was spinning around the campfire on his own, but William didn't want to try the hardness of the bread—it's good, Dumbledore, why are you drinking soup?

"How about...try the potion first?"

After hesitating, William took out a bowl from his utensils, made a bowl, and handed it over.

Feeling that this is not right, William added, "I adjusted the taste, and now it should have a sweet and sour taste similar to honey lemonade..."

What and what is this?

After William finished speaking, he felt that what he said was not the case.

No way, it’s too embarrassing—someone discovered a pot of soup that needed an antidote...

It’s so pitiful, if it wasn’t for being chased all the way or even not knowing the way, he would not be wronged—of course, it was also related to the fact that he tried to get some fresh ingredients and found this bunch of mushrooms after the beater left...

Adams also had to carry a little pot-mainly because his dazzling mushroom soup is so delicious, that's why William saw the mushrooms temporarily and did not harm the animals-if this is pot broth, don't you need an antidote?

Fortunately, Dumbledore was also very interested in the lemonade-flavored potion. After drinking it, he even had a little discussion with William about the sweetness...

"Some bread, too, Professor William."

While drinking the mushroom soup, Dumbledore made a decisive request, "Very delicious soup-it seems that even if I can't come, they can't find you in this land, Moody."

Can we not mention the soup...

"I was touched by people. It wasn't that I made a temporary intention to go to the market over there to take a look. I guess it was blocked when I was at my residence. The Auror deserves to be an Auror—they actually grabbed the candy I bought and checked it all the way. Coming here, I said why Azkaban was half filled by Mr. Moody."

Of course, this is a bit exaggerated. In fact, William had calculated that it was nothing more than a shorter running time, and it was impossible for them to block him.

"After all, he is a professional. Moody's will come to Hogwarts as a professor after school starts. I have already negotiated with him. What grade do you think is more suitable for him?"

"difficult…"

William put down the bread and thought about it, "I feel that Mr. Moody is not very good at communication... I prefer this former Auror who is better at teaching some students with better talents, at least those with basic knowledge. I tend to He serves as homework for students above the third grade."

"But it's not good, the first impression is too rigid, maybe he is unexpectedly good at teaching-a little investigation may get more accurate results."

"survey?"

"Well, investigate," William nodded, "To be honest, after leaving the frontline teaching for too long, those basic things will be hard to notice. I personally prefer Mr. Moody to complete the seven-grade exercises, and then based on the grades. To determine which grade he is suitable for."

People are lazy, and with the learning of magic, there will always be some more difficult to master but easy to use spells to replace the easy spells learned earlier.

For example, leg-locking spells, petrification spells, and sleeping spells. Although they are clearly divided, these control spells are basically coma spells in the end—but you can’t directly put the leg-locking spells directly on the first graders without teaching them. Curse it, isn't that a joke?

"I look forward to that scene. I think crazy-eyed guys will like this welcome ceremony at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore had a very, very obvious smile on his face—the last time I saw this smile, William remembered that Lupin and Snape were duel because of Bogut...

This principal is a little bit awkward...

"Then sort out the test papers. We will give him the questions after the Quidditch World Cup," Dumbledore nodded. "We can't stay here anymore. The Ministry of Magic is already nervous enough. NS."

"US?"

"Yeah—you should go home to prepare for the Goblet of Fire, Professor William."

Dumbledore nodded, "Regarding security, the age limit of participating students, the selection of warriors-we have a lot of things to work on, you can't expect me and Minerva to take care of it all."

"But, isn't it ten days before school starts?"

"I almost forgot—" Dumbledore disguised himself with awkward acting skills, and then handed William an envelope. "I forgot to bring this letter with the owl when I sent it out, and it's time to fill it in now."

…

William, who felt wrong looking at that expression, took the letter and opened it for a few moments.

First of all, I got promoted—because of the recruitment of a professor this year, the self-defense technique now has a large office, and he will serve as the director of the self-defense technique office.

Secondly, the salary has risen-the weekly salary has increased by two gallons, so I can buy a lot of sweets.

Finally, and most importantly, he needs to return to school in advance to participate in a series of arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament.

Although it is not good to think so, he always feels that the promotion is because William deprived him of his vacation and asked him to go back to work...

Okay, after the residence is targeted, the remaining few days are not worth trying to find a new residence, anyway, there is no place to stay, it is also an option to go back to the school and live in the office in advance.

Although Voldemort has a dark history of sneaking into the school, it is still safe to stay with William in his own office for a while-it is easier to resist Dumbledore in the office than elsewhere.

"Well, I'm going to go back to school now."

"One more thing," Dumbledore added cheerfully, "you have to go to the Quidditch World Cup, in the name of the school."

What are you kidding? Participating in the Quidditch World Cup?

People come and go, it’s impossible to replace www.uukanshu.com, but the noisy environment is overcast...

"The top box, together with the Minister of Magic, I will equip you with the door key, and go straight back to school to my office."

"There are enough Aurors over there. I don't think there will be any accidents that can break through the defense line over there. We need to give the Ministry of Magic the necessary support, especially for such large-scale international events."

There were enough Aurors guarding, and the Minister of Magic was also there. If he arrived just before the opening, the problem would not be a big deal.

Not to mention the privilege of carrying the door key with him—it’s not free, just like his equivalent of Auror’s ability to cast spells. Once authorized, it’s permanent. .

"If something happens, bring Harry and the others back."

Dumbledore put down the bowl, his tone serious again.

"I will."