From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Minister, according to your arrangement, the latest speech is ready."

The assistant respectfully handed the speech to Fudge, and Fudge took it over and looked at the manuscript with a satisfied smile on his face.

From today, the magical world of England officially declares war on the mysterious man - although this is a bit risky, but the frequent good news from Dumbledore's side during this time has given him enough confidence in the matter of declaring war.

Of course, there is a little bit of selfishness here - once the wartime state is entered, this election will be forced to be delayed, and he will continue to be re-elected during the wartime.

But it's no big deal, everyone knows that it was the mysterious man who made the first move, and he, Minister Fudge, was the hero who exposed the Dark Lord's resurrection conspiracy.

"What's old Barty's reaction now?"

He suddenly remembered Batty, who was supposed to be a strong contender for this term of ministers - if he misses this election, I am afraid that Batty will have no chance in his life.

"Mr. Barty has been agitated lately, Minister."

‘Finally smell it? Late, Barty, and my dear Auror Chief of Staff Scrimgeour...'

"I see, I'll go and tell him to take a good rest later. Although the war is coming soon, we still need to pay attention to rest..."

Fudge nodded, his face full of a victorious smile, "After working a little overtime tonight, I'll be giving a speech on the radio to declare war at eight o'clock in the evening."

"Yes, Minister."

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"I'm finally back..."

William looked at the familiar Hogwarts scene with a smile on his face - Dumbledore summoned too hastily, and he still had half a class to finish.

"Yeah, we all came back alive."

Moody moved his body and showed a rare relaxed expression, "Seriously, I feel a little weird now."

He really relaxed, and he didn't even care about the vigilance work around him - after killing the Dark Lord himself, he felt that even if he died suddenly, he would have no regrets in his life.

Lupin held the corpse of the Dark Lord with his wand, and stood silently in the middle of the team with a complicated expression. When William stared at Voldemort's corpse, something suddenly sounded out—for Lupin, the Dark Lord was a killer. Here comes the murderer who killed his best friend...

'Perhaps it's time for Professor Lupin to do it...'

'But it's not a big problem, participating in an ambush and driving the Dark Lord to a dead end, what else? ’

'That's why Dumbledore hasn't spoken all the time, is it because he needs to go back to school to work overtime, so he suddenly feels sad? ’

William secretly glanced at Dumbledore from the corner of his eye, and found that Dumbledore's eyes were filled with a look called despair.

'The Dark Lord is dead, why are you showing such eyes all of a sudden? ’

"Professor William, what did you tell Minerva?"

Dumbledore's voice trembled.

"It should be 'We have to carry out the highest protection'" William thought for a while. "Isn't it discussed before? Once a dangerous situation occurs, let the students retreat to the common room so that students can be fully protected. "

"Ruined…"

The joy on Dumbledore's face turned into despair, "Professor William, do you think it's too late for me to retire now?"

? ? ?

What and what, isn't it good now, you don't exercise the executive power of the headmaster anyway, let others hear about your retirement, and think that Hogwarts ruthlessly abandoned the old headmaster after Voldemort. ...after all there is a tradition on the Muggle side of things.

"There are still a lot of Death Eaters and purgers in the American wizarding world, Principal. Besides, do you look like someone who needs to retire?"

"I think this is necessary..."

Dumbledore looked at Hogwarts Castle, "Minerva seems to have opened the final defense system - Professor William, do you know how long it will take for those stone piers to be built to restore energy... You know it will take a lot to restore the entire defense system. How long does it take..."

"I think Professor McGonagall must have done a comprehensive consideration, maybe there is an emergency..."

William racked his brains to explain nonsense - the castle was quiet, not a single stone was broken, and there was an abnormal accident.

"But Minerva doesn't know either. She hasn't fully taken over the protection system, she only knows how to open it..."

The look on Dumbledore's face was so wonderful that it made it look like they had come back from the halberd, rather than killing Voldemort - a look that finally made William understand a little bit of Dumbledore's pain.

Magic belongs to magic, and the research on this thing is conserved—a protection system that even Dumbledore was satisfied with and made Professor McGonagall eager to try, a long-standing protection magic, the cost of its maintenance and repair is absolutely proportional to its strength.

This is not just a question of money, because of its complexity and confidentiality issues, in addition to a lot of money, the repairer must be someone who can protect the secret and have a deep understanding of it.

"Ah, principal, unfortunately, I'm not very proficient in alchemy. You know me, except for the course of self-defense, I'm only interested in potions."

William had a sincere smile on his face.

Watching him take the lead, the rest have already reacted. "Albus, you know me. I'm only good at dealing with black magic and arresting people. If I get started, maybe the protection system will collapse."

Lupin finally reacted at this moment - although the protection system should not be leaked to outsiders, but they have proved themselves by killing Voldemort, so the two colleagues said that.

"Professor Dumbledore, you know me well. I haven't learned any serious crafts over the years, and I haven't taken alchemy courses in school."

Tired - I didn't say anything!

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "Go back to school..."

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"The mysterious man is dead!"

When the body was placed outside the school and under strict guard, many senior students tried their best to take a look, and then spread the shocking news throughout the school.

The owls flew away from the school in batches, and everyone was scrambling to pass the news to their families - during this time, the cloud of war weighed down everyone a little bit breathless, even the news of the destruction of the Horcrux Couldn't raise much morale.

And when everyone was mentally preparing for the war, their headmaster, Dumbledore, actually took action and brought back the body of the mysterious man!

Professor McGonagall happily announced today's holiday - this news made some students who could not control themselves go crazy all of a sudden, they began to celebrate everything with various actions, and the blackboards in each classroom were written with chalk Victory, then make them conspicuous with clumsy magic.

Various streamer banners were adorned in every corner of the castle, and even Mr. Filch would turn his head and pretend to be invisible when he saw these students who were posting things indiscriminately.

The Weasley Brothers even moved out all the fireworks that they were going to do, and provided them to everyone for free. Although a few unlucky people were invited to the office because they were lit in the castle, this did not weaken the castle. Cheerful atmosphere.

In fact, it wasn't until the night was about to go to sleep that the two brothers finally remembered that they had set off all the fireworks they had planned to use to make things happen - they should have done it on the day of graduation!

Fortunately, this wave of advertising is out - everyone is very satisfied.

"Anyway, it's not too bad, my brother..."

"Just have to figure out another prank..."

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"Ah, Professor William!"

After knocking on the office, the fat monk came in politely, "Today is really a good day to celebrate."

"Yeah," William sat back in the chair and leaned back, a smile on his face, "I like days like this."

"That's it..." The fat cultivator hesitated, but finally made his request.

"Sorry, there are so many ghosts wanting to know, they asked me to invite you to come and tell us how that man-know-how was killed - we all saw it, it was you who called it out of Dumbledore's office took him."

The silver on the fat monk's face was a little heavier.

"Ambush, we dragged and Dumbledore did it - he fell into a trap and fought to his death."

William lied and didn't write drafts - he has finally gained some fame in the potions world. If it is known that he has successfully poisoned the Dark Lord, what will happen to his future fame?

Although everyone knows that if you are good at potions, you will definitely be able to create poisons, but this cannot be said clearly.

'By the way, you have to get your confessions right with them, and you can't carry the name of being good at poisoning. This is not a good reputation...'

While thinking about it, William responded, and told the fat monk about the facts about the poisoning and sneak attack, so that the ghost friend happily left with the first-hand information.

After sending the letter and Dumbledore and the others, William leaned back in his chair and grabbed a chocolate frog to enjoy.

Seriously - it's the first time he's been so relaxed about a chocolate frog since leaving Azkaban and getting his acceptance letter to Hogwarts.

"It feels good to be without a curse..."

William looked at the cards on the table, and his heart was blessed - today is a good day. Could it be that the last chocolate frog card that was not eaten was eaten today?

He flipped open the card in high spirits, and couldn't help laughing - Dumbledore's smile was watching him.

"I knew it…"

He smiled happily and put the card on the table, "It's okay, eat slowly, you don't have to worry about the **** curse and the possible Dark Lord coming."

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The room was ringing.

William didn't use the prosthesis for the first time, just pointed his wand at the door, "Come in."

The person outside the door seemed petrified, and after a while, he tentatively opened the door and walked in - it was Harry.

"Harry, why, do you have any doubts about not enjoying this rare vacation?"

"Come on, sit here and grab a chocolate frog - carefully pull out the card first, I'll take a look..."

Under Harry's puzzled look, William laughed wildly and put a new Dumbledore card on the table.

"I'll just say, it's not that easy, let's talk about it, what's wrong?"

"That's right, Professor..."

"The Dark Lord is dead, and you can't believe it in your heart, thinking that it was your responsibility, but someone else did it?"

"Um…"

"Is it because of prophecy, other people's words, or some inexplicable news?"

"Yes, it's Professor Trelawney."

Harry laughed embarrassedly after saying that - why did he come over to ask this because of Trelawney's disbelief?

"Or divination, the so-called destiny?"

William shook his head with a smile, "You are his natural enemy, he is your natural enemy, you are destined to fight each other, only one can survive?"

"That's what I don't like much about divination - it puts everything down to destiny, and the more people resist, the more they're going to that **** end."

"That's not right, Harry, it's very wrong - if Professor Trelawney says you're a great apothecary, don't you think it's absurd that you can be a great apothecary whether you study or not... "

"Just like you, your fighting talent is very high, but if you don't train, can you really defeat a seventh-year-old with dignity and let no one think you're just a fluke?"

"Self-defense never talks about this, Harry, even the most intractable Voldemort bat can only be expelled by the Patronus. There are still many people who can do it. You can imagine what kind of dangerous creature Lian Deng will be one day. Bridotte can't handle it, only you can handle it?"

"Divination that can't be changed, that's not divination, Harry, I've always thought so. Fatalism and bloodline theory are the same thing—because they're both deliberately constructing an innate fact that can't be improved upon. own absolute authority."

"If you don't believe that your friend Granger was born inferior, how can you believe that only you can defeat the Dark Lord... It's a great honor to beat him once, Harry."

"Okay, that's it, it's getting late, you should rest. After this small holiday of celebration, our class will be tense."

"Course... nervous?"

"Yeah, the owls exam, it's the year of the owls, Harry."

"…"

"You don't think the exam will be cancelled, do you? Impossible, even if the Dark Lord hits the door, it's time to review."

"By the way, if your test score isn't an o this time, I'll let you run out of time to date this semester, I'm not kidding, Harry—don't think the Dark Lord is dead, you don't need to study hard, knowledge It's time to learn, I won't lie to you."

It's not that he has been thinking about researching poisons all the time, UU reading www.uukanshu. How can the Dark Lord of com be so easily poisoned - this is the accumulation of usual hard work!

"Professor, owls' grades are only released during the summer vacation..."

Harry tried to argue.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, I'm very familiar with Professor March, and I'll let the examiner figure out your grades alone - I promise, if you fail the test, you'll be too busy to regret it."

William watched Harry hurriedly leave and flee in a hurry, a smile on his face again - now...

…

"I knew it was Dumbledore's card again!"

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