From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"yawn…"

William was wearing his pajamas, draped himself a jacket, and then pulled out a flame from the fireplace, transforming it into a shield.

‘Big night, what hapless kid... didn’t sleep well yesterday...’

He pointed the door lock with his wand, unlocked the two spells that locked the door, and stood in the dark, turning the chair into his own.

"professor."

Harry's voice sounded, and the child yelled unnaturally into the chair.

‘It’s okay, the look is not too panic, it seems that there should be no big problem. ’

He smoothly canceled the deformation, returned the chair to where it should be, and then put the flame into the fireplace outside the office.

"It's so late, what's the matter?"

Harry sat down in the chair, already a little bit ridiculous, and hesitated a little before speaking.

"That's right, didn't I become a warrior today...but I..."

"Do you doubt your ability is not enough?"

William stared at him with a gentle smile. "Or, do you plan to get some exclusive information about the Triwizard Tournament from me?"

"I... I'm just curious, why me."

"Then you are going to talk about it," William asked back, reaching out for a drink, "Why not you-tea, pumpkin juice, or hot chocolate?"

"Hot chocolate, professor."

Harry felt a little nervous at the moment, until the hot chocolate was held in his hands, he answered uncertainly, "I am not old enough, and there is too much difference. Many of them have learned magic for three years longer than me. Woolen cloth…"

"Then tell me, what is the time gap between you and Miss Granger in learning magic?"

William asked rhetorically.

This made Harry blush quickly, even though they usually assumed that Hermione was the first place, but when the magic gap between them and Hermione was actually put out for comparison, it was really impossible to say.

"But they are the best..."

"That's not necessarily true. I don't know the warriors of other schools, Hogwarts, I think I still have some qualifications for evaluation."

William nodded, "Cedric is too paranoid, and he doesn't have a natural keen sense of combat. His performance in the course is completely driven by knowledge rather than excellent duel skills. What about Ravenclaw’s classmate Valen, actual combat The level is too poor, and the psychological quality needs to be improved."

"As for Slytherin's montage classmates, he is very good in actual combat ability, but because of his overly strong physique, he has quite fatal flaws in combat. It is too easy to suffer when encountering first-class players. What's more, he has a reserve of knowledge. The amount is worse than the other two warriors, but fortunately, a little bit of unscrupulousness makes up for many shortcomings."

"Monte?"

William's evaluation made Harry quite puzzling-he was most familiar with this old opponent of Slytherin, because Wood always likes to emphasize Slytherin people, and Monta is the most shameless, even for the lower grades. People who do all three abuses.

"Well, he doesn't care about being ashamed, he can do whatever he can to win, I think this should be an important reason why Goblet of Fire chose him as a Warrior——"

Without worrying about the words going out, William can still say something bad about the students, "Of course, as far as I am concerned, this is not a behavior that should be promoted, but it is really useful at certain times. "

"But Harry, remember, don’t learn from him. There is not so much cheap to take advantage of in this world. Taking shortcuts will eventually limit your development-I talked with classmate Montai once, but it’s a pity that he doesn’t seem to have How to listen."

"Yes, Professor, I will remember."

Harry nodded heavily, then entangled in asking, "But, what about me?"

"You?" William smiled, "You are a little weaker, but you can barely catch up with them, but you are better at fighting than them, if it weren't for Granger's academic crushing Advantages and some shortcomings of the school, your probability of winning the first place is actually not low."

Out of basic respect for a fortune-telling professor who is inconvenient to reveal his name, he still respects his predecessors who teach the course, so William can only put his words euphemistically.

"I am first?"

Harry couldn't believe himself a little bit.

"Of course, it is to exclude those courses that are not related to combat. I mean the courses related to duels. You also chose divination for yourself..."

William shook his head. He now remembers the child being frightened by the results of divination and restlessly sitting and lying down-this is probably what the professors hate. He can always think of students' embarrassment in the chat...

"Fighting talents, decent strength, plus it's normal to be a warrior."

William nodded, "But to be honest, in my estimation, there are actually five or six children who have a chance to be selected, at least according to my estimation. Maybe you have something I haven’t noticed and been recognized by the Goblet of Fire. Talent-it makes you stand out."

"what is that?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the courage to challenge? Perseverance to the predicament? Or the perseverance to despair? I don't know-but even without that, you are still selected."

"So you are definitely a qualified warrior. When I put you on the list, I made preparations for you to be selected."

William knocked on the parchment paper, turned it into a dice, and threw it away. "Like it, no matter which side it is thrown, I am not surprised."

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go to rest, Harry, don't let Filch struggle too long on the question of catching you or not-in my experience, he will eventually catch you reluctantly. The office."

——

"I was thinking about it?"

Harry's heart was full of irrepressible joy at the moment-he hadn't thought about the possibility that the professor would lie to him.

It was the first time that his strength was proved to be recognized, which gave him an urge to cheer, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still gave up. Only then did he realize that he had forgotten to mention another important thing-Myrtle still had something to do. I'm looking for a professor.

"Professor may not sleep well..."

He was a little uneasy thinking, but a little bit wanted to laugh...

With this tangled thought~www.readwn.com~, he soon returned to his lounge.

Then, he was shocked by the portrait of the fat lady-the original portrait of the fat lady was a separate portrait, but now it is crowded like a Christmas dinner.

Dozens of eyes stared at Harry firmly, looking at him terribly.

"Good evening, Harry!"

The fat lady smiled and pointed to the lady closest to her in the portrait, "Violet just told me everything. Who was just selected as the warrior of the academy?"

However, to the surprise of the fat lady, Harry, who should have been shy in front of him, admitted openly, "Um... it's me."

"Yes, it's you!"

The fat lady smiled happily, "So what's the password?"

"nonsense."

"No, at least it's not about the Warriors."

The fat lady responded with a smile, and then opened the passage to the lounge.