From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Staff lounge.

William sat in the place where he usually stayed, with his upper body slumped on the table, feeling neither sad nor happy.

"What's wrong William?" Adams' voice was full of joy - he had just killed everyone while playing cards and won a small pile of snacks.

"Preserves? Candies? Cookies?"

Without waiting for William to respond, Adams piled snacks on the table, picked them and asked.

"Let me be quiet, I just suffered a disaster-" William raised his head, his voice weak.

In just the past two hours, he had suffered a real disaster, which was only slightly worse than returning to Azkaban for a new tour.

Professor Lockhart, who was assigned by Professor McGonagall as a guide, spent two hours bragging incessantly to make him understand that there were such people in the world - he had seen many braggadocios, but he kept bragging. It was the first time he encountered someone who didn’t stop for two hours!

‘No one who drinks too much at the wine table is this outrageous! ’

William thought feebly, and took a pack of pineapple preserves from the pile of snacks - he finally understood why the senior professors at the table ate and left quickly after seeing Professor Lockhart.

"Have you got it? Then I will distribute it to others -" Adams hugged the snacks with a happy face and began to distribute them, leaving William who was temporarily recovering some blood by relying on candied fruits and complaints.

William swallowed a mouthful of candied fruit with satisfaction, stared at Adams's back, and offered him his sincere blessings - hoping that Adams's admiration would not be disillusioned before Professor Lockhart left the school.

To be honest, this wish is a bit difficult. After all, after Professor Lockhart seized the opportunity, he did not let him go even as a new professor.

Biting off another piece of preserves, William began to think about the rooster incident that had been bothering him all week.

Although he was still a little worried, the matter was already in the hands of Professor McGonagall, and Professor McGonagall's intention was obvious, and he could naturally see it.

‘I hope the professor can catch the person and solve this matter properly. ’

William has great confidence in Professor McGonagall - so many Gryffindor professors can take care of them obediently, so what other problems can stump the vice-principal?

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"Okay, that's it for today's conversation. Please come back."

Professor McGonagall's voice was as steady as ever, but the student sitting across the table seemed to have been forgiven. He suppressed his happiness and said hello and quickly left the office.

This scene made the professor even more unhappy.

Today can be said to be the most unhappy day since she took office as the head of Gryffindor - she interviewed thirty students in a roundabout way, but after nearly four hours of conversation, she got nothing!

In the past, even if these children were naughty and troublesome, they would immediately behave themselves after coming to the office. This is the first time that they have hidden things like this today.

Trouble does not disappear out of thin air - William is no longer troublesome, and the trouble has been transferred to her side.

‘The people who are going back should be able to convey the seriousness of the matter. In addition, they can consider applying some protective magic to Hagrid’s chicken coop. ’

The professor rubbed her aching forehead. She hoped that this matter could be stopped and would not continue to happen. The current matter was no longer a simple chicken killing incident. Simply attacking the guard in the lounge was already a serious disciplinary violation. , if things continue to develop, her first withdrawal notice this year will have to be sent out with regret.

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People's joys and sorrows are not the same - Gryffindor is holding a small party.

Professor McGonagall obviously couldn't hide it from anyone by calling so many people out at once. After the second student who was interviewed came back, this matter had been spread throughout the lounge.

Just as Harry and Ron received a hero's welcome after crashing their car into a tree, Gryffindors began to spread the word eagerly - although Professor McGonagall was afraid that someone would try to imitate the attack on the Fat Lady. The portrait concealed some things, but everyone quickly guessed the two chicken killing incidents in succession.

Faced with the spontaneous gathering of many students, even the prefects were a little helpless - to be precise, most of the prefects were having fun.

Harry and Ron were also among the crowd, watching the senior children come in one after another and receive a hero's welcome.

"Harry," Ron pulled Harry over and muttered softly, "I always feel like the howler letters are coming from somewhere."

"Didn't you say that we haven't really found out yet?" Harry said hiding from the crowd, his tone full of uncontrollable happiness.

The joy in front of him made him enjoy it extremely, especially the person who committed the crime and the focus of the matter were not on him, which made Harry, who had been tortured by Lockhart during this period, breathe a big sigh of relief.

"I think Fred and the others, Professor McGonagall must have made something wrong, otherwise the problem would have been solved long ago."

Ron betrayed his brother effortlessly, and he looked around the crowd - maybe the next one to come back would be Fred and the others who were caught.

Harry didn't answer. Although he also thought it might be the twins, he couldn't throw the pot over so confidently.

"Hey, Harry, look, both of them!"

Ron poked Harry and pointed to the corner of the lounge with his finger.

It was Fred, George, and a bunch of fourth- and fifth-grade children. They were slightly separated from the celebrating group and were muttering something under their breath.

Before Harry could respond, Ron pulled him and squeezed over there.

"Good evening, Harry."

Fred said hello cheerfully, and then his eyes drifted to the entrance of the lounge, holding a small notebook and not knowing what to record.

"What are you doing?"

"secret."

George responded to Ron with the simplest answer.

At this time, the crowd suddenly burst into cheers.

Everyone quickly looked over, including Ron and Harry - and then their mouths almost didn't close.

"Hermione? Are you kidding!"

Ron heard George curse under his breath, but George quickly wrote down another name in the notebook.

But he didn't care about the book anymore - many Gryffindors began to praise Hermione for starting to look like a real Gryffindor.

"Think about it carefully - in fact, it is very possible that Harry and Ron drove to school in a flying car, and she also made big news."

Harry heard someone muttering quietly, and then George and the others started writing and drawing in their small notebooks again.

But he couldn't care about it anymore. Harry took Ron and squeezed towards Hermione.

Fortunately, there were a lot of people being talked to today, and Hermione was easily taken out.

"Why are you still there?"

Harry asked eagerly.

Hermione had a complicated expression on her face - a mixture of happiness and anger, as if she knew her neighbor next door was being demolished as well.

"The professor said that I am an excellent student and is more concerned about my recent academic development."