From Azkaban To Hogwarts

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"Next, please enjoy this night as much as you like."

As Fudge's voice fell, the dinner party officially began—unlike Hogwarts’ rules of dancing first after dining in the restaurant, the Ministry of Magic almost used the form of a buffet party, with the emphasis on dancing and communication rather than dining.

After all, the guests on the two sides are different. Hogwarts is full of physique children. If they don’t fill their stomachs and hold a dance party, there will really be idiots who give up dinner for dancing, and then ran there in the middle of the night. The kitchen is looking for food.

But it didn't matter what was going on with William-after the award, he and Mr. Marcos had a very pleasant conversation, and he could get some useful knowledge almost every minute.

If you have to describe it, it's like going to the whole easter egg guide after clearing a game. You can know where you are wrong at a glance, and you can achieve the best results with a little modification.

No way, because of the laboratory explosion accident, William’s knowledge of potions was not complete, and there was no way to find it-wizards in the master-discipline mode can get this knowledge from the teacher, and the best in the school, You can get these things from the improvement class and the professor's club.

And these conditions above, William himself does not have.

But the problem is not big-his foundation is very solid, and the solid Mr. Marcos admires it.

"Fortune Elixir?"

"Well, a very classic question-but I can't say, I can't say."

Marcos’s face was full of smirks, “You should know why I can’t say it. It’s more helpful not to say it than to say it—I can kindly support you with a piece of blessing material. Seriously, this thing is this year. The price increase is terrifying...Someone is scanning the goods frantically..."

After complaining for a while, Marcos shook his finger, "No matter success or failure, I will bring you more information than I can tell you."

"Let’s talk about it today, Professor William—"

"Writing to contact, your conjecture about the improvement of the wolf poison potion is very, very helpful to me. If it weren't for it would be too rude to leave now, I would like to rush to the laboratory to do the experiment right away."

"I will entrust the owl to send the ingredients of Fu Ling Ji. We can't talk anymore. If we continue to talk, I'm afraid I can't help solving your problem-it won't do you any good."

"Well, Professor William, go to the ball and dance. Such a lively ball is much more interesting than talking about potions with me, a middle-aged wizard."

Marcos smiled and drove William out of the rest area at the back, and refused to talk to him anymore.

The reason William is very clear-if he solves it alone, then his future development in potions and the development of inquiries along the way are not the same thing, it is completely for his benefit.

‘Enough has been harvested. ’

He sighed, then began to wander around to find a remote place, and began to copy the inspired inspiration.

Although the Ministry of Magic didn't prepare tables, chairs and benches for the dinner, the problem was not big—transfiguration was used for this, and sometimes he didn't care about other people's eyes so much.

"...Well, the reprocessing of the boiled potion flame."

"...The application of some auxiliary materials in the flame."

"..."

‘That’s about it. ’

It is impossible to think deeply in this environment. Let alone the Ministry of Magic shutting down other layers to prevent people from running around, the environment of the Ministry of Magic alone cannot make him feel at ease and think wholeheartedly.

As far as his work in copying those thoughts, many people have passed by, and there are even people standing there watching, but he doesn't care-after all, he used Transfiguration to make a desk and chair and copy it is indeed a bit shocking.

If it weren't for worrying about forgetting, he wouldn't be able to do that-if he did, he wouldn't be afraid of others watching.

"Professor, are you finished?"

When he raised his head, a familiar voice could not wait.

Familiar, but didn't recognize it.

"Yes, I have some temporary feelings," he said while using his magic wand to light a temporary table and chair, making it return to its original appearance—a piece of pastry.

"It's a pity, it's a waste of food, but there is really no good deformable material on site."

As he explained, he threw the pastry into the trash can, and finally remembered who this kid was, the first student, Nymph.

"Good evening, Nymph, I remember you got an internship at the Ministry of Magic, which department are you in now?"

"Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, I am now in charge of memory write-off."

"I remember your Forgotten Curse would work pretty well—have you seen other professors?"

"They are over there, I will take you there, Professor."

Under the leadership of Nymph, William quickly found his colleagues who got together, but, puzzlingly, Lupin was gone.

"Ah, William, good evening."

Professor Taylor was holding a wine glass and was chatting with a middle-aged wizard, "Introduce, this is my former classmate, Green Rex, the current director of the Department of Magical Transportation, but we haven’t seen each other for almost two years. Up."

"Hello, Mr. Rex."

William stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Professor William."

After a brief introduction, William figured out what they were talking about-flying broomstick.

Quidditch is a normal topic. Wizards love Quidditch, and the flying broomstick is a necessary vehicle for Quidditch. As for the Department of Magical Transportation, there is the Flying Broom Control Authority under its subordinate unit. It is normal to talk about the new flying broomstick. Up.

But... the flying broom...

So, after talking for ten minutes, William decisively took over the task of bringing the children, and was responsible for taking Afraid, who had long wanted to go around, to look around.

The Nymph on the side lost the middleman on William's side, and took the opportunity to find an excuse to lead the way, but soon left with a thief smile as an excuse.

"Let's go, take you to eat something you like, what do you want to eat, Afra?"

William could only greet the child with a smile.

"I want snacks over there, ice cream over there, and candies over there!"

Afrau and her acquaintances were never polite, and pointed out what they wanted with joy. William took her over with a smile, and then handed it over according to what she pointed out.

"Eh?"

He suddenly saw the familiar figure.

There should be a dance party in school today, right? But the figure with feet on the other side fetching things, very much like his student.

"Selma classmate?"

He walked over quickly and found that he was right.

"What are you?"

"The Ministry of Magic has a wide variety of desserts. Professor, some of them are not available in schools, cafeterias or even school clubs!"

She had some surprises in her tone.

Actually, there is no need to explain. Looking at the small plates in her hand, William is very clear-this kid came here to eat and drink. Although it is a bit outrageous to do so at the prom, it is true.

But... it seems that there are indeed some styles he hasn't bought in the store.

Or, taste it?

He picked up the tray and then the food.

Just halfway through the meal, he noticed that someone was pointing at himself, and still commenting quietly...

"Eh, are you sure, Nymph, the professor, is he... yes... look at the two kids over there..."

The voice was low, but William still heard it vaguely.

He glanced at Afrah, who was eating happily, and then at Selma, who was barely enough for the second-year student's height, and suddenly understood, and then walked two steps outside—the wind critic was killed...

"Where I want to go, let's invite, I told you, you also saw it, Professor William is taking care of children..."

‘Does this mean that if you don’t agree, you will lose your reputation? ’

William glanced at Afra – you can’t give Afra to Selma, a student who doesn’t know whether to rely on an intern or what kind of identity to come and eat. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com put aside the promise to Professor Taylor Regardless of her achievements, William would not trust Afrah to entrust her to her.

"Professor, can you please have a dance?"

The staff of the Ministry of Magic who sneaked over by Nymph had already come over and openly invited William.

Just when William hesitated how to tactfully refuse without destroying his reputation, Lupin suddenly appeared.

"Ah, Professor William!"

He uttered a relieved voice, and then when he saw Afraid coming over to invite Ms. William, his tone became cheerful, "Too, no, I mean, I'll take care of Afra , You go dance!"

Yes-there is no excuse.

Refusal not only offends people, but is also easy to be victimized by public criticism.

He bent over and saluted, "Well, can you dance with me, lady?"

While questioning, William quickly cast a spell concealed in his shoes-I hope I was stepped on less this time...

ps: Two thousand words can't end life and death, I wrote more in my life...

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