From Azkaban To Hogwarts

On the afternoon when Harry was so tired that he didn't even want to leave the house, the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore made a rare appearance here, keeping Rosmerta busy and smiling a little at the same time.

"Professor Dumbledore, is there anything else you need?"

She asked enthusiastically as she placed the mead on the table.

"No need, Mrs. Rosmerta," Dumbledore responded happily, "I have a conversation with an old friend later. If possible, could you not arrange the new guests in a box nearby? "

"Of course it's no problem. There aren't many customers during the summer vacation," the landlady nodded and backed away in a non-rude way, "Then, I wish you a happy chat, principal."

Although she was still a little curious in her heart, Mrs. Rosmerta left quickly.

In less than five minutes, her doubts were solved. A wizard wearing a not-so-new cloak entered her bar and walked directly towards her, "Sorry, I have an appointment with Professor Dumbledore." , which box is he in?"

"Professor Dumbledore's guest, welcome, please come in."

She showed her signature smile and said, "Professor is over there."

Then she took the hidden guest directly to the box where Dumbledore was, without saying a word during the whole process.

After she left, the guest took off his cloak, revealing the more shabby wizard robes underneath - there were even patches on these robes.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore."

"Hello, Remus, come and try the honey bar and see if it still tastes the same as before?"

Dumbledore tried to keep his tone as relaxed as possible.

"No need, Professor Dumbledore," the man known as Remus sat down, "I haven't been to a regular wizard gathering place for a long time, but this time I have no choice but to send you a letter."

"I understand, Remus," Dumbledore looked at him with a gentle expression, "but I'm afraid I can't promise you. Our new professor has done a great job. He reported last year that he would take over the lower grades. I guess I have no excuse to turn him down this year.”

"That Professor William? I have heard of him. It is said that he is the only professor at Hogwarts in recent years who can continue to work in the second year, and his reputation is particularly good... Many of them hope that their children will enter Hogwarts. Gwartz will be guided by that professor..."

The wizard known as Remus said something that was not easily understood by outsiders, "But he escaped, Dumbledore."

"I have to catch him. We have been together at Hogwarts for so long. If he lurks in Hogwarts, no one can find him..."

"Sorry," he realized his gaffe before Dumbledore could speak, "I can't control myself a bit, but I have to protect James' child so that he can't get close to him... I also have to ask questions. Ask him what stupid things he's thinking."

"Is this why you haven't contacted me, Remus?

Dumbledore looked at the outstanding student of Hogwarts in front of him, "Because something like that happened, you don't dare to face the death of James and Peter, and you can't accept Sirius's betrayal?"

There was a long silence, and finally Remus John Lupine sighed, "Sorry, Professor, yes..."

"So now you want to protect James' child and then question Black yourself?"

"Yes, Professor," Lupine took a deep breath, "I swear, I will protect him with my life, and I will not let him be harmed in the slightest."

"..."

After a long silence, Dumbledore nodded.

"Okay, but the only place that can recruit more professors now is the self-defense magic study class. I will let Minerva prepare it for you."

——

"You have to learn to remember the pain!"

William shouted at Harry, "You must dodge quickly and accurately, and don't put the wand in your hand casually. Make sure you have enough ability to deflect the opponent's attack with a protective spell when you make a mistake occasionally!"

"Yes, Professor!"

Harry nodded, got up from the ground, and held the wooden stick - a wooden stick about the same length and thickness as his wand. William got it from Ollivander's shop. The old gentleman originally refused to sell the raw materials. , but when I heard that it was for Harry, I was very happy and determined the size before William had time to tell me.

"Although it is impossible for you to ruin your wand in this kind of training, you still need to take good care of the weapon, Harry!"

William shouted at Harry again.

"Okay, Professor."

Harry shouted with confidence - he had witnessed with his own eyes how William easily dodged his spell, and how easily he deflected his spell with an Iron Armor Curse.

"Don't think about attacking others yet, you have to learn how to defend yourself, kid."

William seriously taught him the incomplete theories he had summarized in the past year, "Think about it, seize the time between the opponent's spells, cast a spell, and the opponent will collapse!"

Harry couldn't help but imagine that the opponent in William's mouth was the trio he hated the most.

This made him more comfortable in training.

"Professor, how long do you think it will take me to learn basic dodge?"

Taking advantage of the break, Harry, half injured, couldn't wait to ask.

Thirteen-year-old children rarely have good patience. They wish they could learn a spell and become the king of duels.

"It's hard to say, but you seem to have more potential than I thought," William nodded and praised - not to brag, but judging from Harry's self-defense magic learning level, there was no one with such talent as him in the fifth grade last year. Fuck Harry...

'This doesn't even count his power to defeat the Dark Lord...'

Although William still hasn't quite figured out how Harry defeated the Dark Lord, he must admit that Harry's talent in this kind of fighting is ridiculously strong.

"If this continues, by the time you reach seventh grade, I will no longer be your match, Harry."

William sighed sincerely, "Of course, this requires some special guidance - if I have time, I will consider adding it to you."

This is not to blame for William's preoccupation. In fact, he taught so many students at Hogwarts, but he didn't find anyone with better fighting talent than the child in front of him.

That’s outrageous…

Among the students William taught, Harry had the highest combat-related talents. It was difficult for other students to understand such things as dodge, let alone learn.

There are other things, which require more talent...

Even Percy, whom William is very optimistic about, can't do it. If Percy has O level in everything, then Harry has a talent with almost perfect scores in the self-defense course...

'Unfortunately, the other magic learning abilities, discovery abilities, creative abilities, and association abilities are all far behind... Otherwise, this child may not really be able to fight the Dark Lord directly...'

William couldn't help but compare Harry with the Tom Riddle he had seen in the information and simply guessed, and then found that this child had been crushed to pieces.

'Only the fighting talent can match it, and the learning ability is enough...'

Ignoring those comparisons, William gave the order.

"Study the theory well. Read thirty pages of the book I recommend today and take notes." William subconsciously set the task, "Today's training is over. You can go out for a walk and finish your homework in the evening."

"Okay, Professor."

Harry didn't realize anything was wrong and agreed.

——

"It's not dangerous, but the training is still a bit tough..."

William recorded today's experiment and prepared it for use in the next sixth grade - a mixed training method that he thought was good, what he learned, what he obtained from the textbook and what he translated.

The originally unsystematic content was slowly organized and recorded by William.

"Sixth graders should be ashamed!" William became angrier as he thought about it, and added a set of papers to the first week of the new school year. "You have to consider the training for third graders when transferring it to them. Reduce your training volume!”

"In addition, we have to prepare potions for injuries. It's so..."

He angrily recorded this part, and then started today's task, looking through those black magic books.

"Well, that's all for today..."

William took out a book, flipped to the bookmark position, and started reading - although he didn't like the adverse reactions of black magic, but as a self-defense professor who didn't even understand what black magic was, how could he have the face to talk about himself? Can you teach me defense skills...

Another proper noun…

He encountered difficulties at the beginning of reading, so William had to open a Russian dictionary and start to look it up.

"Dementors..."

When he saw such words in the dictionary, he was stunned...

Dementors?

Are you studying this over there?

By the way, the British Ministry of Magic has a group of powerful dementors. It would be strange if they don’t study it...

This is almost the default option of not making it public. If you have it, I won’t study ways to deal with you, right?

Just...is the research reliable?

"Forget it, in that case, let's see what the Russians say."

【……

People in the British wizarding community love to use dementors, and they even use these magical creatures as guards in prisons.

…

But what we must remember is that as long as the patron saint is there, dementors do not pose any danger...]

'What I said is nonsense that I didn't say...'

William shook his head. There was a long article analyzing Dementors from the perspective of Russian wizards. Incidentally, there were also some plans on how to deal with what would happen if the British sent Dementors to attack.

But there is no doubt that the patron saint…

This is a step that no one who is even remotely ambitious in this subject can take.

Among them is William. He has been studying this since last year, but the progress can only be said to be unsatisfactory...

‘That’s what I know, let’s see if there’s anything new…’

Although he knew that he would probably be deceived and waste his time, William continued to read.

"There are also corrections...are they notes, or are they some complaints?"

William turned the page and saw a bunch of nonsense written next to the book, and couldn't help but read it.

[It is strange that although there are several precedents in history for dark wizards to control dementors to attack wizards, those control methods have not been recorded. 】

[Is it possible that the price of mastering those spells is not being able to use the patron saint? 】

[No, it’s not that simple. It is generally accepted that dark wizards cannot use patron saints. Therefore, in order to explore this issue, a few friends and I did a small experiment...]

Next came several dark magic spells that William didn't recognize, and there were no translation dictionaries, but the next one was familiar to him.

Although it was in Russian, as a professor, he had seen various translations of these famous spells.

[The Cruciatus Curse is effective. Dementors are not as emotionless as the legend says. Just as they can be angry, they can also suffer, although the effect is not good. 】

[Avada Kedavra: Effective. The magic that works on wizards is equally effective on Dementors. One shot of Avada will directly kill the experimental creature (unfortunately, there is no way to get the next Dementor. This There are too few dementors on the side...It's a pity...)】

"Gudong."

William heard the sound of himself swallowing.

He had checked a lot of information at Hogwarts, but the records about dementors in the relevant information were definitely not as outrageous as the thing in front of him.

He didn’t know if it was because the Dementors had returned to the Ministry of Magic in the UK, which led to a large-scale ban on related books - anyway, the only thing he knew about dealing with that thing, excluding the secret control methods of dark wizards, was the Patronus. .

"I just said that the Ministry of Magic cannot take such a big risk to use monsters that cannot be controlled well."

The patron saint can only expel but not kill - if the dementors turn against them, it will be really difficult to deal with them for a while.

But being able to kill is another matter. Although ordinary wizards are prohibited from using it, all Aurors are quite good at the Unforgivable Curse.

"As a back-up measure...killing the dementors from the Ministry of Magic is an unreasonable act after all..."

William sighed. Although he really wanted to kill those guys, the rules were there and those guys didn't violate their contract with the Ministry of Magic...

"The patron saint still needs to be on the schedule..."

He subconsciously put the Patron Saint on his training routine.

Although he had tried it before, he had a feeling that he could succeed this time.

Climbing mountains that have been climbed and mountains that have never been conquered are two different levels of difficulty. Although he did not kill a dementor with his own hands, it is not that credible whether what the book said is true.

But William had a hunch that if he really encountered a situation where he had to kill a dementor, he could easily complete the task.

"Calm down, William."

He persuaded himself, picked up the dictionary again, compared the passage just now, and translated it carefully - he seemed to have seen similar complaints before, and judging from the tone, the other party was definitely not alone.

‘If this is what the magician left behind, then it is almost certain to be authentic. We need to compare it...’

'Of course, it's a bit difficult, after all, those Russians are really... ridiculously rare...'

William smiled and picked up the wand, then gestured towards the open space next to him and fired a spell.

"Call the gods to protect you!"