From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Well, in this lesson we introduced the magical creatures that should be prevented in advance if you venture out and the spells commonly used to dispel them-of course, this is not perfect, just the most common ones."

　　 "You should know what to write about in the paper -" William smiled lazily at everyone, "Then, today's class is over, and we will see you next week."

　　 A group of students filed out, discussing the content of the course before they walked out of the classroom.

For children of this age, adventures are always desirable. Although the professor didn’t catch a dragon, it made them a little regretful, but just hearing those adventure-related stories made them enough. Excited.

Although William believes he is not as knowledgeable as Professor Lockhart and has a legendary adventure that can be written, the smugglers in Azkaban often sleep in the wilderness at night in order to avoid the free food and drink provided by the Ministry of Magic. Not too bad.

'Speaking of it, adventurers are indeed a good profession. At least when you sleep, you don’t have to worry about the blower coming over to find something. Even when they use their magic wand to aim at you, you can calmly say that you are looking for the wrong thing and sleep on the fire next door Is smuggled. ’

　　William, who was clearing up the lectures, was amused by the joke that suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he realized that there was a student standing at the door of the classroom.

　　‘Life is too easy and your vigilance is weakened? ’

　　 Self-doubt like this, William walked out of the classroom a few steps, only to find that the two standing at the door were quite familiar with him-just met last night.

　　 "Why, classmate Percy, is there anything else?"

　　 William had an expression that nothing happened.

　　 "Professor...I...I, last night..."

　　 It can be seen that this child has put in a lot of courage before he decides to come forward, and at first glance, he is a student who has made no mistakes.

　　 However, William had also heard the name of this student from other professors. His dean, Professor McGonagall, also introduced this student to William on purpose.

　　 This child is considered to be a high-level figure in the sixth grade. He showed admirable learning ability when he was in the third grade, and obtained a certificate of twelve exams in the fifth grade graduation exam.

　　 This is a remarkable achievement, because some classes are not one class per week. The 12 classes have serious conflicts in class time. They have to get 12 certificates and even have to apply for special help from the Ministry of Magic to complete the class on time.

　　 William looked at this Weasley's veiled expression, and suspected that all his violating abilities had been put on his brother's side.

　　 "Last night? Did something happen, Percy?"

　　 This sentence is successful. I think Weasley, who came from the head, lost his head. William smiled at him: "The stars were beautiful yesterday. I didn't notice the rest."

　　 "Yes, Professor."

　　 To William’s expectation, it seemed that not punishing Percy was the greatest punishment. After William refused to admit that he saw him last night, the child left unhappy.

　　‘This kid, is it unexpected that he should be punished if he admits to his death and makes a mistake, even if he doesn’t let it go? ’

　　 William closed the door of the classroom and thought as he walked.

　　——

　　 "William, are you finished?"

　　 In the faculty lounge, Adams lay lazily on the rocking chair, and there was a sense of disuse.

　　 But William knew it wasn't—part of the herbs in the greenhouse was harvested. Adams added a night shift to take the seventh-grade children to collect the herbs. He was simply exhausted.

　　 There is no way, Professor Sprout is so old that he obviously can't make it through the night.

　　 "It's over, I feel pretty good. Although it's a bit off the topic, the students like it. It's also considered that my planned topic has been rolled out. Why are there such people in the faculty lounge today?"

　　 "Quidditch."

　　 Adams cherishes words like gold, and can't wait to close his eyes.

　　 "Quidditch?"

　　 "Yes, the freshman's flight class is about to take place, and Mrs. Hooch needs to check the broom in advance. The professors passed by with excuses for help-it's on the front lawn."

　　 Adams had a look of over-cultivation, and quickly said a long string of words, as if wishing that William would immediately run over to the lawn and join Quidditch.

　　 Understanding that he might have only slept for less than three hours, William smiled and shook his head, and then left the lounge as he wished.

　　 It is mainly that William himself is also very interested in the flying broomstick-although in theory, he was caught in Azkaban on the flying broomstick.

　　‘Flying, even wizards have to rely on broomsticks. This is neither science nor magic. ’

　　On the way out of the castle, William thought.

　　 But at this moment, he has completely ignored the difference between science and magic. Since he came to the magical world, he has not personally touched the flying broom!

　　——

　　 The sun in September is warm enough but not scorching, and there has been no rain recently. The temperature at Hogwarts happens to be the most suitable temperature for human habitation, and it is just right whether it is warm or cold.

　　 There are no students outside the castle on Monday, and the neat lawn trimmed by house elves is pleasing to the eye. I really want to sleep on it, and then lavishly deserted it all morning.

　　 But William is not here to kill time~www.readwn.com~ Compared to taking off the broomstick, the lawn is not so attractive.

　　‘After all, it’s flying. If you don’t take this opportunity, you have to buy the broom yourself, plus procrastination, I don’t know when it will be pushed. ’

　　William walked toward the lawn, while walking toward God.

　　 Just when he was stunned, there was a sudden shout from other professors in front of him.

　　 "Professor William! Professor William!"

　　 It's Sinjid-he is quite active when he is not in the bar.

　　 "I'm here, I heard you are checking, let me see if I can help."

　　 William smiled over there.

　　 "You are late, we have checked, there is no major problem, we are going to take a test flight, but it seems that the test flight is not interesting, we are going to make a simple Quidditch."

　　Professor Keitelburn showed a bright smile, but only looking at his smile, William felt that only the last sentence was the point.

　　Sure enough, these professors came out to play specially.

　　 But even Mrs. Hooch, who was in charge of these things, looked elated, and William thought he had underestimated Quidditch.

　　 Maybe the principal will be happy to join when he comes out?

　　 As for the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall-William had heard that the vice-principal had participated in the school team before.

　　 "It's just right, we are one team short of forming a team, William, you also come, count as a golfer, time is tight, we don't need Golden Snitch."

　　 Professor Keitelburn said with a smile, as if I was a referee.

　　 Ah, this...

　　 Say you don’t believe me. Before, this was also the ability to eat rice, but I haven’t touched a broom...

　　Ps: It’s gone tonight...