From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Today... there is a course for the seventh grade, and then we have to continue to deal with matters related to the triwizard competition..."

　　 William got up from the bed in a daze, looked at the timetable he had filled out a lot of notes, and yawned.

　　 "The Triwizard Tournament, when can we arrange it all?"

　　 Mingming has three professors in this class this year, but he feels more tiring than last year.

　　 "Is there a letter for me?"

　　 He got dressed and asked towards the owl by the window.

　　 "Gu~"

　　 It stretched out a leg in a very, very funny posture, indicating that it had nothing.

　　 "Okay—it seems that Dumbledore hasn't figured out how to arrange the child."

　　 While talking, he took out a big bag of owl food from the table and prepared to add food.

　　 While it came to eat, William poked the soft feathers on its forehead narrowly, pressed a dent, and then clamped the paper bag for the seventh grade class, preparing to go to the auditorium to eat first.

　　 However, at this moment, a beautiful tawny owl flew up from the window, and it landed on the table very smoothly, and put the letter down by the way.

　　 After finishing all this, it tilted its head and looked at the owl food bowl that was slowly mingled with mice.

　　‘Look at people. ’

　　 William glanced at his own owl—it ​​had to fold its wings and jump out before going out the window.

　　 "Gum, mum!"

With a threatening shout, the little guy who was planning to beg for owl food was frightened and flew towards the window, but he hesitated when he flew over the window sill, stopped on top, and continued to crooked. Lift his head and look at the food bowl on the table.

　　 "Gum?"

　　The victorious Owl squinted at William with a proud look.

　　 ‘I didn’t even think about a name... I don’t know what is he...’

　　 William knocked on its head, then shook his head and took out two mice from the food bowl. He then fed the owl staring at the food bowl, and then opened the letter and started reading.

　　"..."

When 　　 was halfway through the letter, he suddenly regretted it—it was time for the greedy ghost to be hungry!

　　 Early in the morning, here comes a letter that requires overtime!

　　 He originally thought it was Dumbledore who brought it here, but Professor McGonagall sent him a temporary emergency, asking him to go to her office in a formal suit, and then have a formal meeting with the visiting wizard from Durmstrand.

　　 "It's so good...what are you doing...the early morning talks, don't you feel tired?"

　　 While spitting, he changed into more formal clothes, and then hurried towards Professor McGonagall’s office.

　　 When he hurried to Professor McGonagall's office, he discovered that he had seen the visiting professor-the last time he visited Durmstrang, the person in charge received him.

　　 "Good morning, Professor Baker."

　　 "Hello, Professor William."

He shook hands with William, and then sat back to his previous position, "The time is urgent, please forgive me again for my hastily visit-according to the three-party Ministry of Magic report, your school seems to be planning to evaluate the underage wizards who are trying to compete. Then they were allowed to sign up through the Goblet of Fire."

　　 co-authoring is this...

"In the last summary of opinions, according to our negotiation conditions, all parties have reached a basic consensus on the limits of participants. As long as the final selection method does not exceed the previous limit, it is enough. I think the selection we have planned is enough to select The students who are responding to the crisis come."

　　 "Of course, we quite agree with this point-but President Karkaroff raised a question yesterday. May I ask, is Professor William responsible for the selection of minor registration qualifications for this event?"

　　 "Of course," Professor McGonagall endorsed William directly. The professor of self-defense must be better at this than the other professors, especially William has shown his reliability. "The qualifications for underage wizards are fully responsible by Professor William."

　　 "That's great," Professor Baker breathed a sigh of relief. "According to the previously negotiated reservation, we ask Hogwarts to share the selection plan for underage wizards. I hope you will submit it before the end of this month."

　　 He couldn’t help but admired the principal—the principal Karkaroff specifically asked him before leaving, “If it’s Professor William’s plan, we’ll get it back and use it directly. If it’s someone else’s plan, apply for reference.”

　　 "The biggest advantage between us and Hogwarts is the teaching program, so at least everything should not be clearly behind others."

　　 "Since we can't dig Dumbledore, nor the Professor William, we have to promote it from other sources."

"Without Dumbledore, it is advisable that we can teach black magic freely. Without Professor William, we will use his original plan. We may not be able to provide the same, but we cannot be too far behind. In this way, we have the core black magic teaching. We will not be left behind by other schools, and may even go further."

　　 It’s much more convenient to be able to use it directly. The Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for so long and everyone can only copy homework from paper. It is too tiring to work out the plan alone.

　　? ? ?

　　 William was taken aback for a moment before he realized what this Professor Baker meant—co-authored that they had selected the minor wizards here, and came over here for free?

　　 At any rate, give hundreds of gallons the meaning to purchase the program authorization!

　　 He turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall smiled very happily, not even aware of William's help.

　　 "Of course, we will share the corresponding plan before the end of the month, but we hope that the content of the selection will be kept strictly confidential before the official start."

　　 "This is as it should be. We will start the test simultaneously with Hogwarts."

　　 Then there was a series of quite bureaucratic conversations-after confirming that Hogwarts would share the selection plan anyway, Professor Baker hurriedly returned without breakfast, and reported the news.

　　 "Professor William, you have to work hard again these days."

　　 Taking advantage of Professor Baker's contented departure, Professor McGonagall's tone put great pressure on William.

　　 "If you don't eat breakfast..."

　　 He glanced at the file bag-yes, originally he wanted to put it a little later, but now it seems that he has to advance the expected course, and then adjust the course he is preparing to the back.

　　‘I originally planned to open my eyes to the students in the later stage, but now...’

　　 He shook his head, sighed, and walked to the dining table with the paper bag.

　　—

　　 "Haha, William, I saw you run to Professor McGonagall's office again-I heard that Professor Durmstrang is here again, isn't it necessary to work overtime?"

　　 At the table, Professor Taylor looked gloat.

　　 A group of professors around also laughed, one by one happier.

　　 Yesterday was the first day of school. Everyone was assigned a lot of work by Professor McGonagall, and William and the professors who worked overtime during the vacation were temporarily off. As a result, those who were on vacation this morning were taken to work overtime again.

"so far so good."

　　 William found a place, sat down, and took the folded Prophet Daily from Adams, "Any news?"

His attitude stunned the surrounding professors. Everyone, you look at me and I look at you. Then they laughed together, causing the students to look at them frequently, and they began to wonder if the professors were planning to prepare for the exam in a frantic manner today. NS.

　　 "Say if you have a problem, we will help you. I have been busy for a summer vacation, so I should take a break."

　　 "It's okay, I'm fine, by the way, where are Professor Lupin and Professor Moody?"

"Professor Lu Ping hasn't gotten up yet. He has been approving summer homework yesterday afternoon. Looking at the momentum, it is estimated that he will stay late. Professor Moody's words may be preparing for class? I remember that Moody's is the first time to teach students. -Do you think he is nervous and speechless?"

　　 "How could it be possible that Moody didn't blink his eyes when facing the dark wizard, he might be afraid of students?"

　　 "Yes, but the pressure is estimated to be not small. I took over the sixth grade children as soon as I came up. I heard that there are a lot of enrollments for the increase class this year?"

　　 "I didn't pay attention to this," William shook his head, "I took care of the herbal medicine yesterday."

　　 "Eh, Professor William didn't you approve your summer homework?"

　　 Another professor asked in surprise—mainly William’s statement was a bit weird.

　　 "No, I didn't assign my summer homework."

　　 William shook his head, "After completing the OWls exam in the fifth grade, the assignment is inappropriate, right?"

　　 "Of course not appropriate."

　　 The students are going crazy, so I can't relax, it is too inhumane to assign another homework.

　　 "Graduating from the seventh grade, can't it be arranged?"

　　 "Well, yes, there are still sixth and first grades?"

　　 "Oh, I let them read the book and review by themselves. The first term of the school starts to get the test, and the error rate is more than 10% higher than the end of the semester. This semester homework is copied from last year's textbook."

　　 William opened his hands and introduced his summer homework.

　　 The first grade is a foundation. Copying the textbook once more makes it more solid. As for the current seventh grade, it’s time for interviews and internships, so there shouldn’t be much homework assignments.

　　! !

　　Professor Yigan showed a shocked look, and then he thought about it, and then realized that it seemed that this method was not available...

Taking advantage of everyone's shock, William took advantage of the best sausage grilled on the table, and then remembered something and asked, "By the way, Professor Moody's first class is in the classroom on the third floor, right? ?"

　　 "It should be, I saw him decorating it yesterday, Professor William, I remember that you are in class too, right?"

"Yes."

　　 William nodded—he was still working on the schedule, but he didn’t expect to use it in advance, which is really embarrassing.

　　—

　　 "What is the situation with this speculum, half good and half bad... it has never been like this..."

　　 In the office, Moody patiently tidied his clothes and fiddled with the sight glass by the way.

　　 Of course, he is not worried about controlling the situation, so he can firmly press the black wizards on the ground. A group of children who have not left the school have no pressure on him.

　　 If I have to say that there is a little bit of pressure, it is from the Professor William.

Everyone has really collided. Moody has a deep memory of the professor's strength. Although he is not the top and difficult to grasp, he can grasp the level for about four months without a helper. Compared with the card Karlov almost took him half a year, but that was pretty good, especially when he was a little too young.

　　 Even if the strength is strong, the problem is those papers...

　　 He caught the black wizard all his life, but he didn't rely on paper and pen... In this respect it is really...

　　 "I'm fully prepared, let's go and see those students-black magic... well, the self-defense class is a little more practical."

　　 "Damn it, I am about to be the guy who has been talking about, and Albus' work is so harmful..."

　　 He murmured, and then walked out with a firm step—he didn't get his job done by catching the Death Eaters by thinking and thinking.

　　—

　　 "It's nice to see everyone again in the new year."

　　 In the seventh grade classroom, William looked at the group of children he had brought from the fifth grade to the present with a smile.

　　 "This year's Triwizard Tournament is no longer news. As you can see, many people are eager to try and try to bring the trophy back to Hogwarts."

　　 "The idea is very good, and I am very supportive-but in my personal opinion, you and the Warriors are directly lacking."

　　 As soon as he said this, a commotion was immediately caused among the students.

　　 In the corner, Nancy held his forehead and sighed, and whispered to the classmate next door, "Professor is starting again..."

　　 It’s been the third year of this routine. Professor, you can’t change the way...

　　 But obviously, this method is very useful, almost everyone's mind is concentrated.

"There have always been adventurers who travel the world, and there are no warriors who imprison themselves. It is not enough to be satisfied with accepting knowledge. You have to learn to explore the unknown. If you only accept knowledge from me, you will have the most achievements in your life. It's to catch up with me, even in terms of some magic, far behind me."

　　 "You must learn to explore the unknown, learn new knowledge from different people and different things, so that you can get closer to the goal of being a warrior."

　　 "Do you understand it!"

"Understood!"

　　 The response from the students was very good, which made William nod his head.

　　 "That's good, let's get together and go outside the classroom first."

　　 William announced with a smile, and then took the lead and left the classroom.

　　 "Will you see Thunderbirds in this class-there will be some at the beginning of school!"

　　 "Maybe!"

　　 A group of students were enthusiastic, followed behind William happily, and then turned left and right down the stairs.

　　 "This way is wrong, it's not the way to the auditorium..."

　　 Walking along, these seventh-grade children realized something was wrong, but everyone became more interested.

　　 "咚咚咚!"

　　 William, who was walking in the forefront, knocked on the door, and then he felt that something was shooting through the door, and the Iron Armor Curse almost instantly blocked the bad things.

　　 Then, the door was opened. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Moody stood at the door, "Professor William, what's the matter?"

　　 "I remember that we mentioned before that there will be a certain number of auditoriums-as a condition for taking over the sixth grade."

　　I took over the senior year when he came up. Now it’s not when Hogwarts is missing a professor. It’s definitely not that simple. Moody's promised to attend the class very easily.

"Yes."

　　 Moody nodded, and then an unlikely operation came to mind—should, not?

　　 However, William smiled and nodded, "That's great, it seems we have reached an agreement."

　　 "Come in, let Professor Moody teach you a lesson, that kind of decisive combat experience is the part that you are seriously lacking now."

　　 The compliment element in this sentence makes Moody very useful-after all, the person who speaks is not a ubiquitous hitter, but a widely praised current colleague.

　　 So, when he reacted, William had already expanded the classroom with a traceless extension, and by the way, he brought his students into the classroom with him.

　　 "Please don't mind me, Professor Moody, it's just an open class."

　　 William smiled very cordially and sat among the students without embarrassment at all.

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