From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Are you ready to award honors?"

"Yes, as soon as Iphamonia came to toss, the Ministry of Magic couldn't arrange it, so it simply postponed the time to Christmas."

William sighed and began to sort out the books in his hands.

The state of the blessing agent is not very good in the past few days, and the bubbles have become a lot more than before—he speculated that it might be related to the weather, but he couldn't be sure.

He has neither boiled a blessing potion, nor has he learned from the teacher what this ultimate potion needs attention.

Even looking through the entire Hogwarts library, the help he can get is almost zero. Those books don't describe the process of making the elixir and the possible mistakes step by step.

He could only slightly increase the temperature of the flame based on his own experience and speculation, in order to maintain a good boiling state for the blessing agent.

"But, in that case, what about your Christmas ball?"

"Christmas ball?"

William looked up from the book and looked at Lupin.

"It's the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, the Christmas ball!"

Lupin stared at William in surprise—he couldn't believe that William, the professor who worked with them to perfect the entire process of the Triwizard Tournament, didn't know anything about the Christmas ball.

"Are you kidding, isn't tradition cheating?"

William looked at Lupin in surprise, while shrinking his feet—on the ship last holiday, he had a bad impression of the prom.

"Cheating is a tradition that cannot be said. The dance party is obvious. On Christmas night, the three schools will hold a grand dance party to commemorate the precious friendship of the three schools that has lasted for more than a hundred years."

"That's also...otherwise there will be all competition left."

William thought so. "If you don't go, don't go. I can't refuse the award of the Ministry of Magic. Professor McGonagall will cut my funding for half a year."

"That's true. Fudge will definitely not come to Hogwarts on Christmas, otherwise he can't be the central figure," Lupin joked. "Our Minister of Magic will definitely not like that feeling."

"If you let Fudge hear this, be careful of your special allowance for hitters."

William joked about Lupin, and then put away the useless reference books, "I have to find a batch of books to look at, let’s go first-by the way, who is your dancing partner at the prom? ?"

He asked casually, only to find an awkward smile on Lupin's face.

"If you haven't invited you yet, I would like to ask you something-I went to the award ceremony that day and lacked some friends who were still waiting for the ceremony. Are you interested in going there?"

He quickly remedied it, and the embarrassing smile on Lupin's face immediately disappeared.

"Why not? You have to be worthy of the special allowance that Minister Fudge paid. On the school side, Christmas is already a holiday."

"That's a deal, see you later!"

"OK."

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"It depends on the heart. If you are inclined to the process, there is nothing."

Hermione thought for a moment, and responded to the door knocker's question.

"It makes sense."

The door opened.

"It's the subject of this sophistry again."

Those Ravenclaw students were chatting and discussing, and pulled Hermione in by the way—the Ravenclaw students never repelled people from the outer courtyard to come in, after all, sometimes they couldn’t get in by themselves...

"Speaking of which, what are you doing in our college lounge?"

"I want to see that golden egg." Gu

After making up her mind, Hermione was already fearless—when she made a choice, neither the school rules nor the professor could stop her, let alone such a trivial matter.

"Golden egg?"

"That's on the side of Prefect Nancy. It will be taken out at the celebration tonight. If you want to see it, it may take a while to wait-how about we do a number divination while now?"

After a complete set of time-consuming digital fortune-telling, Hermione won the recognition of several senior students who followed along with the divination.

Ever since, she naturally had her place on a table, waiting for the golden egg to be displayed.

When the spices were set ablaze, the golden eggs were placed in a wooden box and lifted out.

All the students fixed their eyes on the golden egg-although they were not selected as warriors, everyone was full of interest in the puzzles contained in the golden egg.

"This is the disguised golden egg?"

Hermione cautiously asked the girl at the same table who had just done divination.

It is a piece of golden egg about the size of a dragon egg. In the middle of it is a thin gap. It seems that it can be easily broken apart along that gap.

‘Should you break it apart in public? ’

This thought came to Hermione's mind, but the only standing Ravenclaw named Nancy was smiling with a magic wand, and didn't mean to do anything at all.

‘She’s almost waiting for everyone to finish eating. ’

Hermione stared at the golden egg with no taste—it felt like a very interesting question that had just been solved halfway to Hermione, which made people want to fill it up right away.

However, it wasn't until the snacks and drinks on the table were used up and down that Nancy began to speak.

"Students in the lower grades will let you go later, and the students in the upper grades of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com will be ready."

Before Hermione could react, one after another Iron Armor Curse appeared on the nearest Ravenclaw, and they even imposed a Head Bubble Curse on themselves, as if they were about to participate in a war. .

Even that Nancy added enough protection to herself without exception.

"Well, you say, what is the easiest thing we will encounter next?"

"Well, age curse? The kind drawn by Dumbledore?"

"Expansion spell?"

"Dye your hair?"

All kinds of discussions came from the upper grades—the golden egg in their mouth seemed to be no longer a symbol of honor, but a bomb that would explode at any time.

"What are you kidding? That's for the warriors..."

Hermione just wanted to complain.

That Nancy had already taken out the magic wand and aimed it at the golden egg, "First, let's come the simplest magic that allows it to open by itself. If the spell is not powerful, please retreat quickly."

Some seventh graders even took a step back.

Just when Hermione was surprised, Nancy's wand tapped the golden egg.

The next moment, a very good smell suddenly appeared in the room, and in an instant, the skin of the golden egg began to melt.

Countless golden particles radiated into the air, and then happily attached to the shield on the wizard's body. If Hermione was right, they were toward the face.

But the wizard in front handed a bubble curse, and the golden powder could only desperately draw the golden snitch on the bubble curse.

"It's safe. The professor doesn't seem to be preparing for a more lethal level."

The words rang with a buzzing sound, and the tone was very happy.

ps: I’m still very stuck today...I’ll write a while, but it’s gone tonight. Let’s see if we can add up to one chapter during the day tomorrow.