From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Bring so many fresh herbs, Professor William, what kind of potion are you going to boil?"

　　 "A little healing potion and a potion for treating burns."

　　 William brought a lot of herbs, barely squeezed out a smile and replied.

　　Professor of herbal medicine, one is counted as one, it is so irritating!

　　 How could he have been eating potions mixed with rice before, how can it become a level that needs to be improved in the eyes of herbalism professors?

He knows the truth—whether Adams or Professor Sprout, the pharmacist he comes in contact with is either a potion master like Snape in the school, or a master outside the school. The average pharmacist wants to mix with Hogg. Watts couldn't mix any herbs, so his vision was naturally higher.

　　 But it’s very irritating...

　　 "Boil the potion well, practice the magic well..."

　　 He went back to his office without annoyance, set up the cauldron, and then began to take a deep breath to adjust his mentality.

　　 "Anyway, you must be calm and careful when boiling the potion."

　　 "Cut the herbs first."

When the silver knife was held in his hand, William naturally settled down, and he no longer considered those who did not. In the process of processing herbal medicine, the silver knife is a necessary prop. Many potions can be cut or squeezed by the silver knife. Makes a very magical change.

　　 "Slice first, then squeeze, if necessary, you can use ordinary flame to bake for a period of time to increase the medicinal properties..."

　　Fresh herbs are very easy to handle under a sharp silver knife, and the fragrance of fresh herbs does not take long to occupy the entire office.

　　 "Gum, mum!"

　　 "Its root is sweet, do you want to taste it?"

　　 William said to his own owl without raising his head. When he heard the sound of flapping wings, he clicked the cut roots and let it fly out.

　　 "Well, these herbs have to be processed fresh. There is no need to dry them in the sun or the shade. I have to be busy for a while—"

　　 The herbal medicines in the greenhouse are the lowest in quality, so Hogwarts can provide so many high-quality medicinal materials so freely.

　　 "First boil a pot of acne medicine to see the effect."

　　 He heard from Professor Sprout when he was taking herbal medicines. There was a funny incident in the school today—a hapless kid who believed too much in his curse level and prepared to use magic to deal with his pimples.

　　 The result was very bleak. If it weren't for the superb magic of the school doctor, the poor kid's nose might have changed drastically.

　　’Herbalists always think that their own high-quality herbal extracts can play a good role, but how can the extracts compare with the meticulously proportioned potions? ’

　　 With a little bit of anger, William replaced the experimental potion with an acne potion, and the results were quite gratifying.

　　 "Probably enough for a month."

　　 He clicked the cauldron and let it pour the potion into the bottle by itself.

　　 "After processing this wave of herbs, I will go—"

　　 "咚咚咚!"

　　 The door of his office was knocked quickly, and Harry's nervous shout came from outside the door, "Professor, professor!"

　　 William quickly hung up his defense, opened the door with a wave of his wand, and then pointed firmly to the door.

　　 After discovering Harry himself, William's wand did not loosen, "Harry, what happened, in such a hurry?"

　　 "It's fighting, Professor."

　　 Harry said hurriedly, and after realizing that this did not provide any effective information, he quickly added, "The Slytherin people are fighting, and they can't fight in the corridors of the castle!"

　　The Slytherin students fought, but Gryffindor didn't applaud and watched, but instead came to accuse him?

　　 I'm very puzzled about this-and people in Slytherin don't usually fight each other? The academy that is best able to dominate internally is actually someone else...

　　 After a little hesitation, William still agreed.

　　 "Okay, I'll be over."

　　 After simply casting a spell on the herbs, William made sure that the crucible was handled properly and there were no hidden dangers, and immediately followed Harry to the scene.

"Is there no senior Slytherin around? Although it is not appropriate to say that, there is a situation in the college. In fact, seniors are more suitable than professors to intervene, especially Professor Snape doesn't like professors from other colleges to intervene. In the case of Lettering’s internal affairs."

　　 I don't know what Harry thinks, but this kind of thing is a situation he can understand now, and William intends to make it clear.

"Unless special circumstances, non-graduates of this college, even professors, are strictly prohibited from entering the rest rooms of the rest of the colleges. Neither Professor Dumbledore nor Professor McGonagall have entered the rest of the college except for Gryffindor College. Room—Of course, it was an accident at Ravenclaw College."

　　Although there are many things that are not accessible at the professor level, William has previously contacted enough students in Azkaban.

"If there is a conflict between different colleges, if I deal with it in the past, the students will be convinced. Whoever disagrees can naturally be put in confinement. However, conflicts in the hospital can easily be counterproductive unless they are managed by a professor or dean who goes out from home. We will call the professor who graduated from that college to deal with internal conflicts."

　　Students are not robots. If they give an order, they will execute it properly. On the surface, they agree, and it is normal to cooperate with other people in private to make things worse.

If he helps again, the guy who was helped will wait to be squeezed out by the whole hospital, and even Dean Snape will suppress this matter—why, a professor in the outer hospital still intends to blend into Slytherin's daily life. ?

　　Don't say he is a professor who is not in this college, even the dean of this college can't intervene.

　　 Harry’s friend, Hermione, is regarded as a top student who wins extra points for the college. When she was pushed out by a girl, Professor McGonagall cared about her and made the other students dare not go further. It was the limit.

　　 The student didn’t get the Imperius Curse, so you listen to what you say. Isn’t it a dream?

　　 Azkaban knew so many Hogwarts students, and William knew the unflattering rules within the college better than many professors—even if the sorting ceremony was cancelled, this grouping phenomenon could not be changed.

"I'll find a few senior students to help the beaten child get ahead. I don't want to get involved in it myself. I don't want to get involved directly. Professor Snape will complain at most. The students will also converge a little, and the matter is basically over-right, who is bullied?"

　　 Although Harry was talking about fighting, it was definitely not just fighting. Someone should have been bullied.

　　‘Let’s give the new first grader a victory? ’

　　‘The quality of these Slytherin sessions is also too poor. Didn’t they all have been completed within the academy before...’

　　 Slytherin is the favorite place to give new students their power-they even have wizards divided into pure blood, mixed blood and mudblood, let alone classifying themselves.

　　 Twenty-eight Holy Blood is definitely not the same as the rest of the family, right?

　　It's definitely different between rich and no rich, right?

　　 There is definitely a difference between talented and untalented ones, right?

　　 The ones that are related at home and those that are not related are definitely different, right?

It’s not that William is talking nonsense. Azkaban may have some bragging elements, but the former Slytherin Dean Slughorn has a small addiction in this respect—it’s just that the former Dean doesn’t collect much pedigrees. , But in other respects, the dean is not left behind.

　　While William was slandering some Azkaban slurs, Harry hesitated to answer, "It's Malfoy, he's—he's being forced to eat fried snails, a new creature that Hagrid cultivated."

　　 "Malfoy?"

　　Why, betrayed too many Death Eaters, was chased to school?

　　 It shouldn’t be—after a moment’s stun, William realized that it was Malfoy Jr., who could barely count as Harry’s.

You said it earlier... That kid will definitely be squeezed out. I will just inform Dumbledore directly. It is inconvenient for other students Dumbledore to cross Snape and intervene. This kid must be fine. People betrayed such information to protect the family. , Isn’t this just a ready-made and easy-to-use excuse?

　　 "Then hurry over, I will catch a senior student on the way and come forward. Slytherin in grades 6 and 7 can still talk in the courtyard."

Say hello to Dumbledore afterwards and ask him to say hello to Snape. This kind of discrimination is definitely unavoidable, but being forced to eat deep-fried snails will definitely not happen-no doubt, it must be raw Eating is still the kind that a group of people surrounds.

'No wonder it's a fight-together is to save Malfoy, and also, as far as the relationship between the two is, it's not bad if you don't fall into trouble, save people...this kid throws Azkaban into a bone. Nothing left... but a good boy. ’

　　 With this thought, William quickened his pace and prepared to go to save people.

　　‘The child named Ron was only allowed to eat slugs the year before, and now he eats fried snails...’

　　 He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and looked for a suitable sixth-grade or seventh-grade tool person all the way.

　　 "El, come here and get down."

　　 A lucky guy was walking by the stairs happily and was spotted by William at a glance.

　　 "Ah, Professor William!"

　　 The child became nervous all of a sudden—he had just been promoted to the sixth grade and had not completely overcome his phobia of the professor.

　　 "OWLs did a good job in the test, it was super normal, I remember you were E."

　　 "Yes, Professor! Many questions I just read the wrong questions again just before the exam!"

　　 The kid was very excited, and the report card that was higher than he expected made him very happy in the second half of the summer vacation.

"It's a good habit to review the wrong questions," William nodded. "Come over and help. Someone came to my office just now and said that someone was fighting. It was a lower grade in your college. You used to separate the two sides and protect the one who hadn't beaten each other. child."

　　 "There is such a thing?"

　　 A look of anger appeared on El’s face—the lounge is so big that it’s not enough for a fight, can it be seen by the professor?

　　Many of the seventh-grade children are already in the internship situation. Of course, their sixth-grade students have become the best in the lounge. As a result, the buttocks are not hot, so the lower grades come over and make trouble?

　　 "I will take care of it, Professor."

　　 He almost patted his chest and assured William, and then strode towards the scene of the crime.

　　 "We should just go over it slowly now, and give him some time to deal with it. If I intervene in the past, Malfoy will be even more uncomfortable afterwards, and then it depends on how Professor Snape protects him."

William simply explained to Harry, “Sometimes it’s easier to deal with in the upper grades than the prefect. There is always a messy and unclear relationship between the students—when we are over, they will basically accidentally wrestle. This is an excuse to cover things up."

　　 "Compared to the school rules, this is not a correct approach, but the situation at Slytherin College is only better with this approach."

　　 "Is there no way to do it once and for all?"

　　 "How can there be such a useful method, people are not machines, even machines will make mistakes."

　　 William spread out his hand, "If you have to change it, you will probably go back a thousand years ago and grab Slytherin himself by the neck—what's the sound?"

　　 There were faint roars and panic shouts from the students. William raised his hand and kicked Harry away by adding the Iron Armor Curse, kicking him to the wall and casting him the Illusion Curse.

　　 But after he held his wand on guard for a minute, the shouts and growls did not get closer or farther.

"what happened?"

　　 He pulled up Harry, who was holding his legs with a dazed face and suffering from pain, and then quickly walked to the nearest oil painting.

　　 "Professor Moody is punishing students."

　　 The oil painting smiled very happily, and even smiled when he answered William.

　　...

　　‘Punishing students? ’

　　 William was taken aback, then realized that something was wrong, "Harry, can you run?"

　　...

　　 When I said this, William realized that it was wrong.

　　 "Well, we have to go over quickly. Professor Moody's may physically punish students-after the Auror catches the prisoner, he will basically try to make them lose the ability to resist."

　　 "Yes, Professor."

　　 Harry just subconsciously responded, and then he was lifted up on a stretcher.

　　 William quickly deformed a stretcher and held him up, and then, in order to fix him, a band of bandages fastened him firmly.

"almost."

　　 William nodded, regardless of Harry's protesting eyes, he controlled the stretcher with his left hand and the wand with his right hand and hurried towards the place where the roar came. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 However, when he ran over, it was too late.

　　 Malfoy lay on the ground in horror, with a fire crab's leg that William had only seen during the day...

　　 Opposite him is an angry moody.

　　 "I—never—allow—"

　　 The wand in Moody's hand controls a group of ferrets, and they slam into the ground and rise into the air in pain with the fluctuation of Moody's wand.

　　 The scene in front of him was weird, but William quickly made a terrible inference.

　　 Those ferrets—students?

　　 "Professor Moody?"

　　 "Ah, Professor William."

　　 Moody responded, but his work did not stop, "As you can see, I am teaching a lesson."

"Ruined…"

　　William thought—I can’t hate Moody, but I hate Malfoy...

"Ruined…"

　　 Malfoy was interrupted by the pleasure of revenge, and suddenly thought of the terrible things that would happen next.

　　Ps: I didn't finish writing at noon, and then I felt that I couldn't break it in the afternoon, so I just post it together now.

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