From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts..."

Lupin was lying on the table, muttering and humming the Hogwarts school song, but he was half drunk.

The Irish team's victory made many people happily unable to sleep. The evening party organized by Sirius has naturally become a good place to vent the energy that has constantly emerged from Ireland's championship.

Lu Ping, the professor, has naturally become the object of many parents to toast. Lu Ping, who has not been able to notice the necessity of the professor to keep a certain high cold in public, is naturally easily persuaded on the table.

But this is also easy to understand. After all, before the new bill that just appeared, the treatment of werewolves in the wizarding society was really hard to say. As for the new law, it is even more difficult to get a certain subsidy in the werewolf medicine. matter.

Although the price of the werewolf potion made the subsidy seem a bit unreliable, but in any case, it was a kindly release of the werewolf by the Ministry of Magic, and it also made the adult wizards more accepting of Professor Lupin. .

‘I don’t know how long this bonfire banquet will last. ’

William was thinking while eating the little cake—Sirius’s banquet was a little prom-like. He really didn’t expect that wizards could dance under this kind of bonfire...

He has been trampled on his feet twice in the dark, and he has been sitting for a long time now, and if it is not over, I don’t know which hapless kid will be trampled on by the celebrity who invited to dance as a sparring...

The bullying professor won’t speak loudly or laugh when he’s stepped on his foot, right?

Obviously, they have been strict enough with this group of children. The fifth grade and the current senior students are not even daring to make jokes at will. Sure enough, it is because too little homework has caused them to have some illusions, right?

‘Lupin is probably not trying to avoid being stepped on by pretending to be drunk? ’

But it's impossible-Lupin has been tortured with malicious intent for a long time, and hasn't learned to refuse goodwill.

‘I don’t want to become a professor like Filch who has a bad evaluation of a student’s stroke...otherwise I can refuse it here for granted instead of making excuses for being a little tired or hungry. ’

He even wanted to pretend to be drunk, but that’s not feasible-an important purpose for him to stay awake is to supervise if anything goes wrong at night. Once lying on the table, it will be at least slow to respond to emergencies. Three to five seconds, that is absolutely infeasible.

"professor."

Harry came back from the field with an awkward look, and his dancing partner ran away with a smile-because Harry was a wave of background boards in the stands this evening, he was still quite popular tonight.

"Dancing back?"

"Um…"

"Is it stepped on or is it stepped on?"

William sipped the water, and asked half jokingly while observing the surroundings.

"Stepped on someone..."

Harry blushed.

"Where is the girl who wants to make an appointment to dance, have you invited it?"

William asked teasingly.

"what???"

Harry was stunned-why did Sirius say everything?

"Um?"

William suddenly became energetic-he just hit a shot without a date, but did he really hit it?

"No…"

"Then hurry up and invite-why sit here stupidly?"

"Can…"

"Go and execute!"

William's tone increased a bit, Harry didn't dare to ask the reason, stood up, and moved in small steps towards that side...

He mustered up his courage, then inhales and exhales...

"Can you dance with me?"

"It's over... my voice is so silly..."

Harry realized what he had done under the command of the professor at this moment. He had just launched an invitation to Autumn, who was resting after a dance!

Time seemed to freeze, and the air suddenly became stagnant.

Then suddenly something appeared, smashing and breaking everything that had solidified.

"OK."

He suddenly felt that everything had become better, and all the happiness and unhappiness today became less important.

The dance music had just changed, and he was almost blushing--

"Everyone, take up the magic wand!"

Professor William's voice sounded abruptly, and the magically amplified voice even covered the bonfire dance music.

Harry subconsciously tried to pull out his wand, but he couldn't pull it out with his right hand.

He quickly changed his strategy, and pulled out the wand with his left hand in an attitude that looked rather strange to outsiders without even thinking about it.

As the warmth of the wand appeared, he subconsciously pulled the person holding his right hand behind him, and then pointed the wand in the direction away from the professor's voice.

The temporary guest musician was still in a daze at the moment. He looked at the source of the warning and found William.

In the middle of the night, he had remembered the face of this somewhat young professor, not to mention that he had been criticizing the professor for a long time while holding a telescope.

Therefore, he regained the good habit that he had cultivated in school. When something happened, he first listened to the professor.

When the music stopped, the people who were going to dance naturally focused their eyes on William. Professor Hogwarts’ authority played an extremely good role at this moment, and a group of people who graduated from Hogwarts or studied at Hogwarts followed up on goodwill. He pulled out his wand, and then watched William an apparition flash to the front of the team.

"Use clear water like a spring to secretly pour Lupin awake, I kept the potion, diluted it three times and used it, and poured it into him..."

There was a small voice in Harry's ears—the instructions that were lowered by magic and magnified in his ears made him decide to execute without hesitation.

At the same time, Sirius also emerged from the crowd and stood beside William.

At this moment, everyone found something was wrong.

Without the suppression of music, screams, panic shouts are endless, and even the light of spells can be found occasionally in the sky-this is definitely not a scene that can be celebrated.

William took a breath and fumbled out the golden ball he had gotten out while watching the game from his pocket.

If the Quidditch gangster makes trouble, it is a good thing to taste the combination of the freezing spell and water-hope this will calm the minds of those guys who have been dazzled by alcohol.

With a wave of his magic wand, he directly hit a beam of light into the air, so that the nearby was illuminated brightly, and also illuminated the rioting crowd who had already walked not far away.

The light did not stop those guys—the loud sneers, wild laughs, drunken screams moved towards them with the crowd.

A group of wizards huddled together tightly. Everyone pointed their wand upwards, pushed forward together, and moved slowly across the field.

Above them, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into various weird shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppet manipulators, and the few above them were marionettes. Controlled by the invisible rope rising from the wand into the air.

‘It’s not just a rogue. ’

William took a breath and noticed something wrong.

They have hoods on their heads and masks on their faces-Quidditch hooligans will not do this kind of masked situation. They regard fights as glory and will attack opposing fans because they lose. All kinds of violent and sabotage incidents are committed, but they will never be masked.

‘This is the same premeditated violence, or a serious violation of the confidentiality law...’

William recognized those who were being lifted up. They were the camp keeper, Muggles.

This kind of behavior is determined to enter Azkaban-he knows very well.

‘I can’t fight, there are too many, Dumbledore may be able to suppress it, but I can’t, and it’s impossible with the people behind...’

He made such a judgment for the first time.

So ~www.readwn.com~ Without blinking his brows, he waved his wand, and the blazing flames ignited directly from the grass.

There was a sound of air-conditioning suddenly heard behind him-not long after the most raging era of the Dark Lord, many people could recognize this terrible flame, especially since it was already slightly blue.

"Leave this area!"

William's voice was amplified by magic, ruthlessly stimulating the eardrums of a group of masked wizards over there.

No one made a sound, no one moved forward, and no one turned to leave.

Everyone distinguished carefully, and easily recognized William, who had been stared at by the telescope for a long time in the raging fire.

‘Hogwarts’ self-defense professor...’

Some people who joined in halfway just to vent were panicked. The authority of the professor is not so easy for them to be challenged.