From Azkaban To Hogwarts

A graduate of Hogwarts who sells illegal potions, a felon like a walking dead, and a researcher who researched himself into a cell—all kinds of magicians, William, think he knows a lot better, but he never expected that he The first non-human race in the magic world I encountered was also a strange flower.

　　The house-elf who died asking for money.

　　 The big guy used a series of introductions and fantasies to shape the characteristics of this race, and then the guy in front of him destroyed everything with two sentences.

　　 I have to bear it... The big guy is a good person, and it’s normal to have accidents occasionally...

　　 ‘Kukuku’, William couldn’t hold back.

　　 The big man turned his head to look at William, his expression was full of helplessness, smile as you want, don't hold back.

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　　 The new inmate is a strange thing among the house elves, and he can fight very well.

　　 After rejecting the cleaning responsibilities that the newcomers should bear, several guys who were going to routinely teach the newcomers were taught a lesson by this little man with fast fists and agile pace.

　　 When the more able-bodied guys were knocked down and only William and the others who were inexperienced in fighting were left, the newcomers naturally became a second-class existence-they were all light prisoners, not so many fighting and killing.

　　 After everyone calmed down, the house elf called gold coin described his dream.

　　 He is unwilling to do anything that traditional house elves are used to—cleaning the house, cooking, and handling all kinds of household chores.

　　His dream is to be a great adventurer. If you step back, mercenaries can also be fine.

At present, he has taught himself how to solve common magic traps, the identification and response of common wild magical creatures, magic heraldry, wild survival, and a series of subjects that will be useful in adventures, and he is actively preparing for the establishment of his own adventure team. funds.

　　 However, all these preparations were still dead-he was sent to Azkaban because he was unwilling to perform servant services and was unable to pay the redemption fee.

　　 "I tried to persuade them. As long as I go out for a year, I can bring back the three hundred gallons that I have redeemed, but they don't want to believe me."

　　 The gold coin is leaning against the bed in the corner (Nine Fingers is very thankful that the newcomer did not forcefully ask to change the bed), with a melancholy expression.

　　 "So, I am now a mercenary gold coin, as long as you have Kanon, you can hire me to do all kinds of things-of course, I will not do things like staying here for a while and cleaning."

　　 really has personality.

　　 William estimated that someone in the cell was absolutely tempted, because he was tempted too.

　　 A guy who can hit like this can almost be called five or six prisoners in prison. When no one has a magic wand, his fist is the last word. Such a big killer can be taken care of by spending money. Who is not tempted?

　　 But soon William turned around and fell asleep-no money, goodbye.

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　　 Hogwarts, the main tower of the school castle, the principal's office.

　　 An old man with a flowing silver beard is looking sad at the letter in front of him.

　　 He is currently recognized as the strongest white wizard in the entire magical world, a living legend, a walking epic, and what is more terrifying is that he is as powerful as he is, and he has white hair that is flowing and soft, even reaching his waist.

　　 This letter was sent by an old friend of his. In the letter, this friend proposed a new solution to a problem he faced, but it was this new method that brought him more problems.

　　After thinking for a long time, the old man finally picked up a piece of parchment and wrote a few words on it in a hurry.

　　 After clever folding, accompanied by the wave of the magic wand, the parchment turned into a paper airplane and plunged into the flame of the fireplace.

　　 Within a quarter of an hour, the office door opened, and an anxious female voice came over with the sound of footsteps.

"Albus, I am very happy to see you in your office when the school is busiest. To be honest, although there are not a single student in the school now, there are too many things to be busy with. If you don’t mind If so, I hope you can review the funding application report for next month and write a funding application report to the Ministry of Magic."

　　 The tall, dark-haired witch in emerald green robe said to the old man in a suggested tone, but her eyes firmly told the old man-if I didn't do this, I would strike.

　　Minerva McGonagall, the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts, at this moment finally caught Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster who had cleaned up daily affairs.

　　 Albus showed helpless eyes, smiled gently, and then handed over the letter that had bothered him.

　　 "Come on some sizzling bee candy, Minerva?"

　　 habitually glanced at the name at the end of the letter, which made Professor McGonagall frowned, but soon her eyebrows became tangled, and she dropped the letter directly on the table.

　　 "What a joke! Albus, I don't understand what you mean by calling me. If you are consulting me, my opinion is absolutely no!"

　　 "Relax, Minerva, this is just an idea."

　　 "Let the prisoners of Azkaban come to Hogwarts, what the **** is this! Teach those kids how to get to Azkaban?"

　　 "Actually, compared to last year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, I think the prisoners of Azkaban seem to be safer."

This sentence calmed Professor McGonagall. As one of the few insiders, she knew very well what the status of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor last year was—last year, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts was the least The person who should be selected as the professor, the mysterious person who has been hiding is attached to the back of the professor's head, lurking in Hogwarts for almost a year!

　　 "What's more terrible is that he doesn't seem to be able to control the curse himself."

　　 "Albus, can't you solve it?"

　　Professor McGonagall couldn't help asking, but quickly realized his mistake-if the curse could be easily resolved, Hogwarts would not hire professors so frequently.

　　 In fact, all the professors over the years have felt that they have unique insights in Defence Against the Dark Arts, and want to become famous by solving this curse that even Dumbledore can’t handle.

　　 Each of them was told what they might encounter before they came, but everyone thought that I would be fine.

　　 But now there are fewer and fewer people who dare to challenge—in fact, they even had to use the precious combat power of the Order of the Phoenix in this post. They could have done more outside the school.

"Open the school board and tell them the current problems of the school. Either invest more money in the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, or let them agree to go to Azkaban to recruit prisoners, or let them provide candidates- Anyway, the school must have a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

　　 Professor McGonagall expertly found an endorser for this new policy, and the two unanimously passed the decision.