From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The leeks that have been raised for more than half a year are growing very gratifyingly. Even if the papers are handed out and the children start to do the questions with a look of hatred and pain, it does not affect William's hearing of 'ding' prompts from time to time.

‘Check it out, the quality of the box seems to be related to talent. ’

William sat on the podium and began to sort the boxes - the fifth-grade students had been taking the exam for more than half a year. William was not confident in other classes, but he knew the talents of these children in the self-defense class he taught.

"The boxes provided by the talented students are reserved for later testing of the elixir." William simply classified them, and then began to open the boxes in a row.

'Why are there so many white cards...'

William took a look and found that Bai Ka's skills were also very unified...

[Possibility of young people: Tear this card, and there is a certain probability that the unselected one will open the treasure box and draw again. 】

'It can be considered a skill... As for this certain probability... if you can guarantee the bottom line for ten consecutive times, it won't be a loss...'

William shook his head and counted. There were three meal coupons mixed in among the pile of white cards. It was considered a good thing. As for the other white cards, they were also piled with probabilities. The probabilities allowed the potion to be successfully refined and used. The Quaffle knocked the opponent off the broom, making it a mess, not as good as the young man's possibility.

"You have been a professor for a year. Don't you know the talents of your students? Just be content..."

William shook his head, collected the papers and handed out the parchment at the same time, "Okay, now that the exam is over, let's make a tally of what we have to write, balance work and rest, just don't pay too much attention, this is the year of OWLs. , you don’t have much thoughts elsewhere!”

"The teacher-student relationship still needs to be maintained," William looked at the students below who couldn't hide their joy, and finally gave up on finishing the last sentence.

"It would be too cruel to tell them that this is the last holiday-like day they can enjoy, and that the homework assigned by professors during Easter break will crush you to death..."

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"Your advice is great, Professor William!"

The ghost sitting opposite William exclaimed, "On Valentine's Day, we send them blessings, scare them and tell them how beautiful love and the world are. God, why didn't I have such a professor when I was alive? ?”

"But it's not too late now," she looked at William seriously, "I finally understand why some people choose to continue walking. It must be you who lead them to discover more beauty..."

This made William a little ashamed - most of the ghosts who chose to go on had convinced themselves that they wanted to go on, and he just listened carefully to what those ghosts said.

"See you later, Professor William." The ghost stood up and bowed, "Thank you for your Galleons support. We will use this money to make more wizards fall in love with this world."

"Thank you for your hard work," William replied with a smile, "I will apply to the school for all the procedures as soon as possible and notify you with an owl."

"Well, it's the same address," the ghost lady excused herself and floated out from the wall of William's office.

Halfway through the float, she suddenly turned back as if she remembered something, and looked at William with a serious expression.

"By the way, Professor William, would you mind becoming the deputy director of our troupe?"

"I'm afraid this isn't appropriate." William was stunned for a moment, and then quickly declined - what an international joke, that is the singing group of ghosts. Although the singing is well received by ghosts and normal wizards, he is a living person. What's the deal with going in...

"It's okay, we can wait." The ghost who came to discuss business looked more serious, "I believe that you, who loves life so much, will definitely accept our ideas after death. Even if you live to be two hundred years old, two It’s less than a hundred years old, but our singing group has a history of seven hundred years.”

"I know it's hard for you to accept it, but it doesn't matter. We have enough time to wait for you to make a decision..."

William didn’t know what to say at once…

"Sorry, sorry." Seeing that William didn't know what to say, the ghost salesman finally realized that he had said something extraordinary. "Sorry, Professor William, I didn't mean that. Anyway, please think slowly." ...It's not... Goodbye, see you on Valentine's Day!"

She ran away through the wall in a panic, leaving William confused for a while.

‘No, I remember we were having a good business discussion. I’m leaving Galleons and you are leaving, and we can finish the work happily together. Why are we talking about two hundred years in the future all of a sudden! ’

Thanks to his reputation among the ghosts, this time he easily made an appointment with one of the more famous singing groups among the ghosts, which loves to praise life - almost all of them are because they think the world is too beautiful and are afraid to go on and watch. To the literary ghosts of spring flowers and autumn moon.

The choice of a ghost had been something he had thought about for a long time - no one could send blessings more unexpectedly than a ghost, so that he could truly examine the first reaction of the person who received his unique gift.

And it doesn't matter even if the murderer finds out that he has exposed himself, at least within William's knowledge, there is no wizard who can kill the ghost.

'Unless Dumbledore takes action himself...or the Dark Lord has a chance to return to his best...'

William pondered and began to write poems for those key targets.

But William soon discovered that he really didn't have that level.

"It's midnight, and the library is closed..." William thought, "It's easy to be discovered if I borrow something tomorrow..."

I looked through my collection of books - magic books, magic books...Diagon Alley special issue...magic books.

"Come to school, I haven't even read those novels and biographies..." He was surprised to find that there was almost nothing available in his library - copying special issues can easily lead to duels...

William, who was shaking his head, finally caught a glimpse of something useful from the corner of his eye - a decorative hardcover book from Professor Lockhart that looked like it would fill up his inventory.

'best seller? It’s not impossible…’

'Professor Lockhart is also a popular writer. Although I just briefly read it and didn't read it because I was doing research later, travel novels should be like 007 movies. They are more or less tainted with so many words related to love. . ’

'It's amazing that the person who confessed anonymously is an ardent fan of Professor Lockhart, the kind who has been a fan for ten years and comes uninvited... Anyway, everyone knows that Professor Lockhart has many fans! ’

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"Damn it, I was so busy working on that plan that I forgot to prepare a greeting card..."

"Let's mix in the early works that I tried to write back then. Anyway, they are greeting cards from students to students... I mean some of them were found in fan letters and secretly passed on!"

Lockhart also wrote vigorously.

"You can start activities after tomorrow!"

ps: There are still three hundred words left in the second chapter. I don’t believe it anymore. I can’t finish three hundred words in half an hour!