From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Very good, very good... It looks like there is no lack of arms or legs."

William looked at the two students with a smile, and said something not very human.

Is it fair to say that there is no lack of arms or legs?

But the two of them were aggrieved and dare not to be angry or speak-they knew what had happened when they went home and saw the toilet seat, and naturally there was nothing to say when they were beaten up.

"OWLs have very good results."

William smiled and patted the shoulders of the two of them. "The school year last year was very hard, and the results are worthy of your hard work."

The two of them who were originally a little cheerful suddenly felt a little hot in their eye sockets—is that hard work?

That is desperate!

Fortunately, William didn't mention it. When he mentioned it, the two felt that they were wronged.

Too tired, really too tired, for a whole year of work, they have been stared at reviewing, reviewing, or reviewing since last summer vacation.

A little bit lazy in the school, the professor is greeted by the way to deal with it.

All kinds of methods are fragile like a piece of paper under countless homework—their various copying skills have nowhere to hide under the premise that the professor is staring at them, and William only used potions to deal with them at first. The paper, afterwards, simply stared at the papers of the two of them and started to check, basically they would not let them find a loophole.

"Looking like a bitter hatred, the OWLs exam is over, I haven't worked so hard to assign so many homework for the sixth grade."

William took out a small packet of multi-flavored beans from the right pocket and handed them to two guys with red eye sockets, "Are there any plans for the new school year? Are you still planning to study in self-defense?"

After the fifth grade OWLs exam is over, students are in a semi-graduated state, all subjects have become electives, if they want, they can even keep their student status for a full year internship outside—many jobs only require OWLs certificates. This is why the OWLs exam is so important.

"We are still considering...Professor."

The two hesitated for a while, but Fred finally spoke up, "Last year we pulled too many things we wanted to do, and the joke products that have been designed experiments and drawings that have already been drawn have been put on hold too much. long time…"

"The courses of the improvement class are also a bit esoteric for us... as you suggested last year, we also want to take an alchemy course..."

"That's it."

William nodded—Since the two are passionate about creativity, in addition to the three basic courses of potions, herbalism, and transfiguration, alchemy is naturally an indispensable elective content.

The courses of the advanced class are far more difficult than the ordinary classes of grades one to five. Even the students who will be promoted to the seventh grade, who will be handed up by William, will have several failures in the final exam—the difficulty of the NEWTs exam is over there. It is impossible for him to put water in class and exams.

What's the difference between the advancement class and the ordinary advancement class if the content of the advancement class is not higher?

Therefore, unless a guy who is a high school student, the rest of the students choose a few improvement classes in order to keep their grades from falling too hard.

"Great choice."

He nodded, "It's not easy to figure out what you want. Last year I also helped you learn about the commonly used protective magic, and then you have to study it in depth."

"Then go on and work hard-maybe you can build a new joke store brand."

Out of the twins’ imagination, the professor’s face was not stunned...

"professor…"

The two voices were a little hoarse, "Um...may we go to your class to listen in? We will hand in homework when you think it is necessary."

"Listen?"

William was stunned, "I'm afraid this won't work-I shouldn't bring sixth grade next year. There is a new professor in the school, and the level is very high. I plan to let him take over the sixth grade so that students can see another style of magic."

? ? ?

The two people who were a little bit sad and guilty were stunned, and even forgot to look at each other, and were stupid in place.

Professor, didn’t you plan to take us after the sixth grade?

Didn’t you think that our talents are outstanding, so you persuade us to continue to study in self-defense?

Wasn't it like that when you took Percy?

We have been entangled for a long time because if you don’t take the elective course, you might lose two caring teaching assistants-why can Percy be the assistant teaching assistant!

"New professor?"

"Yes, it hasn't been announced yet, but the candidate has been confirmed. The new professor is the former Auror Aristo Moody. It is best to drill less when you study in the new school year. I think he has a high probability of doing it again. The old industry used the method of catching Death Eaters to catch students who violated the rules—he is professional."

"We will be arrested if we don't take elective courses?"

"Probably, I think his position is similar to mine. If there are students in the school who violate the rules, they will be arrested. As far as arresting people is concerned, he is more professional than me."

…

After encouraging the twins who lost their vitality and happiness, William happily bid farewell to Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley—Percy was not there, and he was still busy working in the Far East. The rest of the students were not his direct students. Home visit It can come to an end.

‘Is it time to go to the Adams side, or go to the Ministry of Magic to see their desserts? ’

William began to struggle-there was still a while before the game, and he had to find a place to stay.

"Go to Adams... The desserts of the Ministry of Magic, forget it, Azkaban's catering is made by the Ministry of Magic. It always feels weird to eat at the Ministry of Magic, let alone a blow. Hand's lounge..."

Although it is certainly not going to cause a lot of batters to come around now, he still feels like he is going to eat pork chop rice...

Shaking his head, he quickly came to another camp.

The administrator here is called Payne. Although there is a good point, he is indeed called by this name.

"Ah-hello, may I ask, you are..."

The manager held a thick document and asked in a responsible manner.

"I'm visiting a friend, I didn't book a campsite."

"Visiting friends?"

He glanced at William's clothes, and then subconsciously glanced again—a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Visiting friends? God—why do a group of your friends come to this place to gather?"

He lowered his voice, "If I were you, I would run away with my friends. There are so many devils believers here!"

"They are wearing weird clothes, talking messy things, and carrying a ceremonial stick in their hands-they think they are hiding well!"

…

The weird stick...

Okay...Just as they were chatting, William even saw the guy with his wand in his ass.

It's true that where the secrecy law doesn't work, everyone is free to play...

"Don't call the police, just leave secretly-I saw your dress looks like a normal person said, here..."

He shook his head, "They are willing to pay anyway, although the payment is messy."

"Okay, I must pay attention..."

William nodded, responded seriously and tried not to laugh out loud—a little bit in front of him, an old wizard in ladies pajamas was proudly introducing what to the people around him...

Saying goodbye to this serious administrator and asking about Adams' specific location from him, he ignored a group of wizards who should have entered Azkaban in the rest of the UK, and walked towards his destination.

"Professor William!"

Cedric Diggory’s voice sounded, and William smiled and turned around—Cedric was the best child in this fifth grade exam, with a gentle personality, except for being too stubborn in unnecessary places. , No big problem.

"Good afternoon, Cedric."

Looking at the middle-aged wizard standing around him, William finally chose a more intimate addressing method.

"Professor William!"

The red-faced wizard with a short brown beard walked up quickly, stretched out his hand towards William, and shook it.

"I heard about you from my family a long time ago, and I met for the first time today."

"I am Amos Diggory, Said's father, and I work in the Department of Fantastic Beast Management and Control."

He hurriedly introduced himself, "My Saide has been talking about you throughout the holiday, Professor—he said he learned a lot of learning methods from you that he hadn't mastered before."

"This kid is too modest—" William shook his head slightly. "He is very good, talented, and willing to work hard. It is also right to get that kind of results. According to our school statistics, he is the well-deserved number one in this exam. "

"Really? Great!"

Although you can see it by looking at the transcript, the professor personally came to believe that it made the matter a lot more convincing.

"That, Professor."

Amos lowered his voice, UU read www.uukanshu.com "That, about employment..."

"He must be fine. Even the most picky Auror recruits can't filter him down. You should know this better than me, Mr. Amos."

"I'm still a little worried."

Amos smiled honestly, "Also, this year is about to begin... Does he have a chance?"

"The opportunity is great, but it depends on the choice of the Goblet of Fire. It can always upset and select people we didn't expect."

William is not surprised that Mr. Amos will know about the Triwizard Tournament-although the event is still under discussion, but the other party said that he works in the Department of Fantastic Beast Management, then he must have received a lot of information.

In the Triwizard Tournament, magical creatures are indispensable, and the import and export of those dangerous species must be audited by the office.

"It would be great if he could be elected. He always has a chance."