From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"So your opinion is that our old adversary, Voldemort, has taken Ilvermorny?"

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was stunned for a while after listening to William's narration, and slowly asked William back.

"I hope not too - but from the current situation," William slid his fingertips across the parchments spread out on the table, and the circled data all described the turbulent waves on the other side of the ocean hidden in peace , "No doubt, yes."

"Ilvermorny..."

Dumbledore's eyes looked around the pile of data on the table, and finally focused on the book about the history of Ilvermorny, which is now unfolding on the story about Snakewood, "You Think that will give him a new lease of life?"

"If the legend is true, there is no doubt about it."

William leaned on the chair, "The recipe of the potion is not random, and there are traces of the addition of each ingredient. The use of bezoar is either biased towards detoxification, or it uses highly toxic ingredients that need to be neutralized. , many variants of the compound decoction are inseparable from the bark of the African tree snake - a snake wood with great vitality, which can do so many things."

"I don't know how others are. If I were to concoct the snakewood, I would be sure to develop a potion to prolong life within three years... This is without destroying the trunk..."

William sighed, "The teaching of black magic is ready-made, so is the means of organizing followers. As for manpower, a group of students who have just graduated have not yet found suitable jobs, let alone the layoffs caused by the turbulent situation. Well... the Dark Lord has plenty of staff."

"So, Professor William, you mean..." Dumbledore paused, "He's targeting the entire American wizarding world?"

"No doubt, just like what Grindelwald tried to do back then," William looked down at the terrible things, not noticing a change in Dumbledore's eyes, "the difference is that he already has A solid bridgehead."

"It's strange... Who the **** is helping the Dark Lord - his style of conduct is completely different from the previous ones," William raised his head. "Location, concealment, abandoning the previous Death Eater, he's almost changed. Just like a person..."

"That's one of the reasons why I'm also not sure," Dumbledore finally nodded, "I can't tell if he's really back, or if there's a wizard over there trying to integrate the American wizarding world. "

The difference between the two is too great - if it's really Voldemort, how can he intervene, even if there is enough proof that there is a trace of Voldemort over there, he can directly notify the local Magic and Magic Congress to go to the Dark Lord.

But if it is the latter, then he must not participate. His reputation is too heavy. For the Magical Congress of the United States, unless there is conclusive evidence, his intervention will be regarded as the beginning of an international war in the magical world - the local wizard They may even put aside all disputes and come together to resist his 'invasion'.

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After a moment of silence, Dumbledore looked at William, "I will properly arrange for someone to deal with this matter, hoping to get concrete evidence... Besides, I will ask Fudge to investigate in private when he visits next time. information…"

"Stay vigilant, Professor William, the security of the school is entrusted to you. If he really comes back there, he will definitely try to kill Harry..."

"Okay, I'll take care of everything, Headmaster..."

William nodded, then began to pack up, packing the candy on the table while Dumbledore hadn't recovered his senses.

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"Again, before breakfast!"

Angelina shouted energetically. Although the team still lacked a goalkeeper, she still called out all the members early in the morning.

Harry dared to swear that if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't get rid of one of his training today, and the first one was the principal, then she would definitely think of a way to let herself practice on the court for a while.

"Have a meal and go to training, Harry..."

When she reluctantly let Harry go, there was less than twenty minutes left for Harry to eat.

But Harry had no time to complain. He didn't even have time to say a few words to Ron, who came over to prepare for the trial training. After hurriedly encouraging Ron, he rushed back to the lounge to put down his broom, trotted to the auditorium, and then After dinner, I managed to get to the empty classroom before the agreed time.

"God, your captain is too harsh..."

The other two were already waiting here, smiling and joking when they saw Harry—Cedric and Monty were both Quidditch captains, and they happily walked away after instructing the others to train well and try out. .

"It's okay," Harry wisely changed the subject, "what kind of training do you think we'll have today?"

"I don't know that," Cedric answered enthusiastically. "Everyone knows that what happens to Dumbledore is not a miracle."

"I'm very honored, but it's a bit of an overstatement."

Dumbledore's voice sounded, he walked into the empty classroom, and closed the door, "To be honest, I haven't been in touch with teaching work for many years - even at the beginning of the school year, I was hesitating, what should I do? tell you something."

He said in a serious tone, "Then I thought, for you guys, it's a good thing to be good at what you're good at."

Dumbledore didn't go to the podium, but sat in the row in front of Harry and them, and urged them to sit around, "Then let's talk about what you are good at first."

This is the first time the three of them have seen such a novel teaching - even the professors' clubs are a continuation of the gathering activities, with a fundamental context, and they can freely talk about what they are good at. This is indeed a good topic.

However, just after Dumbledore signaled them to speak, Harry, who was pointed at first, was stunned.

If he's good at it...what is he good at?

The professor said that he had a talent for fighting, he could master combat spells quickly, and some combat skills could be made almost instinctively - but in front of Dumbledore, he really didn't dare to boast that he was good at fighting.

Transfiguration?

Lupin told him to hide, although Harry knew that Dumbledore knew, but there were two former teammates there after all - but even if they weren't there, Harry didn't think he could say that he was good at Transfiguration. .

So what else?

Herbs? Potions? Divination? spell? These are even more impossible to say - Harry's face turned a little red, and in the eyes of the others, he finally closed his eyes and said brokenly: "I think I am good at flying..."

This is the only place where he can confidently say he is good at it.

But the ridicule didn't appear, and Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "Flying? It's a little different from what I thought, but it's not a big problem. I think we'll soon find something helpful in this regard."

"And what about you, Cedric?"

While Harry was thinking, Cedric also thought hard about what he was good at, especially after Harry answered, his answer had been refined.

"I'm not good at it, but I prefer to be more adventurous - I tried it last summer, and it was a bit of a hassle to deal with the difficulties, but it was really fun."

"Adventures? Great too."

Dumbledore nodded, "I probably figured it out."

The next one was Monta, whose answer was very succinct, "I'm good at sneaking, I like the feeling of hiding in the shadows, and I've been thinking about this this summer."

"Sneak? Interesting answer."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "Then, let me briefly describe the courses we will teach in the next period of time, which will change according to your learning progress."

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"By flying, I think you meant broomsticks, Harry?"

Harry nodded quickly.

"Then, a bag of no-mark expansion spells that can be easily put into a broom should be very good. We can practice the no-mark expansion spell first, and then get familiar with the spell variants."

"After being proficient, we can simply learn how to make a broom temporarily..."

"This requires some advanced applications of Transfiguration. I think you can try to master this part of the homework next."

"I'll think about it later in the course, just like this..."

When Dumbledore spoke, both Monty's and Cedric's eyes lit up - they had imagined many times that Dumbledore would teach them something, but no one expected that they would encounter such a surprise !

Maybe for others, such a course is a little tasteless, but for them, such a course is a tailor-made course!

Sure enough, the next training Cedric received was some training in Transfiguration commonly used in camping, and the preposition was also a lot of Transfiguration-related content.

As for monte, Dumbledore said that monte's idea is very good, and then after talking about a few kinds of hidden magic, let monte also start training transfiguration, and the follow-up hidden magic will take a while.

I'm afraid no one will believe this on other people, but Dumbledore said it quite naturally, making the three warriors present have a feeling that Dumbledore intends to spend some time studying related magic.

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"The traceless expansion spell is so difficult..."

Harry was still confused at the moment. Although Dumbledore tried his best to explain in simple terms, he didn't seem to have such a high talent in this area.

The other two have a better grasp than him, but not by much - but that doesn't depress Harry much...

After all, he saw Monta and Cedric's skeptical eyes today.

Aside from the Traceless Expansion Spell, he just sat in on the other two's courses and completed the courses, especially the concealment skills that Monty had to learn... Harry didn't even dare to succeed in the end...

This is very, very outrageous - but it is.

Just what he completed, Monta only completed one... Harry could clearly feel Monta's eyes full of resentment.

'It's just a lot of work. ’

What he's going to learn is the Untraceable Expansion Spell, and he's in dire need of it - if the Firebolt could be carried around, that would be awesome!

To be honest, he was very much looking forward to in front of his twin brothers, in front of the rest of his teammates, and in front of Qiu, lightly wiped his pockets and pulled out the Firebolt, and stepped directly into the flying sky. The scene filled him with anticipation. feel.

Perhaps it was because of over-expectation. When Ron came over to announce the good news at noon, he smiled so happily that the people around him couldn't help but cast their gazes several times. Even Ron was wondering why Harry was so happy behind him.

‘Learn it and show it again! ’

Harry made up his mind, and then took advantage of a little appointment at noon to finish his homework for a while, and hurried to Moody's office, ready to receive Moody's professional training.

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"I understand..."

When Harry took a short break after completing a series of detection actions, he found that Moody's eyes were fixed on him, whether it was the magic eye or the only remaining normal eye.

‘Understand what? ’

Harry was a little puzzled, but didn't dare to ask.

"Try this set again!"

Moody's wooden legs tapped the floor rhythmically, and the room had expanded a lot - he came to another clearing, and pointed to Harry, UU read www. uukanshu.com "Try it, dodge the attack, then control the wand to fight back, destroy as many things as possible!"

A muddy road emerged with the stroke of Moody's wand, something Harry hadn't trained for—but no big deal.

Whether it was the third-year special training or the fourth-year warriors training each other with similar preparations, he rushed over and began to rely on magic and polymorphism to avoid those obstacles - not very difficult, although slightly faster , but Harry made his way through the muddy road with a little embarrassment.

"I finished!"

Harry shouted without turning his head, but before he finished he raised his wand and shouted a new spell, "Armor!"

Just as the Iron Armor Spell appeared, a silent spell hit Harry with a loud noise.

"It's amazing, it's amazing."

Moody's mouth grinned, and his smile was even a little hideous.

"I understand what Professor William said, it is indeed a talent, once in ten years - no no..."

He forcibly held back the follow-up praise, "It's still a little bad, but it's barely considered an Auror seedling."

"However, further training and training is required."

Moody's eyes were full of admiration, but he said things like he needed to work hard.

Harry didn't dare to ask, and he didn't dare to say it—and even more so when I said earlier on Dumbledore's side that I was better at flying.

"Train the spellcasting again, will the sneak attack work?"

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