From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Harry!"

When Harry habitually went to the Quidditch boutique to look at the Firebolt, he suddenly thought he heard Ron's voice.

'Are you hallucinating? ’

Harry thought, but couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

When he saw a familiar red hair, Ron's shout rang out again.

"Harry, you're over here!"

Ron shouted happily, then ran towards Harry and gave him a big hug.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then controlled his desire to dodge and accepted the hug. This was not because he disliked Ron, but because the training during this period had given him an instinctive reaction to everything that moved quickly.

"Ron, didn't you say you wanted to stay there until school starts soon?"

Although he was happy, Harry couldn't help but have some doubts. In the last communication, Ron said that he would stay for a while longer.

"ah?"

Ron looked at Harry with a look of uncertainty on his face, "School starts in one week, Harry, what are you thinking about?"

"School starts in one week?"

Harry looked confused, "It's impossible. Does time go so fast? Is school about to start?"

"Don't you see the date, Harry?"

Ron's rhetorical question made Harry quickly recall his experiences during this period - running, training, then hanging out for a while, going back to read and complete his homework, sleep until dawn, and then repeat the previous day's life.

"So much time has passed?"

"What took you so long?" Ron was a little confused. He looked at Harry, "What are you talking about? However, you seem to be a little taller during this time..."

"Taller?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then looked at himself in the glass - just like Ron said, he was indeed a little taller and a little stronger.

Originally he was a little lower than Ron, but now he is almost as tall as Ron.

"It seems a little bit, but it's nothing. It may be due to the training during this period."

Harry shook his head, "Are you here to buy textbooks today?"

"It's not...how to put it, this time we came to Diagon Alley earlier than dad originally planned," he scratched his head, "Percy made a big fuss, and then he was recognized by dad's friends, so We got back a little early.”

"Percy?" Harry suddenly thought of their prefect, who was dull and boring and did everything in a proper manner - did he cause a big trouble?

"Yes, I don't dare to think about it..." Ron lowered his voice slightly, "But his hair is too obvious, and he is still standing at the front..."

"Standing at the front?"

"Yes..." Ron's voice became even lower, "Dad said that Percy beat up the Gringotts team, even knocking down the three resigned strikers, and those few people secretly came back to help. Then someone recognized Percy."

"I still don't quite get it, Ron."

"I don't understand either," Ron spread his hands and lowered his voice, "Anyway, I heard that the Gringotts team seems to be doing smuggling or something...and they seem to be serving someone...but this is what I do. I don’t understand, anyway, dad won’t let me talk nonsense.”

"Well, I don't really understand either, so what happened to Percy in the end?"

"It's nothing. Percy didn't break the law in the first place. It's just that someone wanted to set him up - Dad said that." Ron scratched his head, "And it seems that Rufus Scrimgeour admired him very much and wanted to give him some money in advance. He does Auror training..."

"Rufus Scrimgeour? Who is he?"

Harry was confused, whether it was what happened to Percy or something else.

"The director of the Auror Office has a high prestige in the Ministry of Magic." Ron explained. "Dad is very happy, but mother is not very happy - she feels that Percy should not try to be an Auror."

The two of them talked for a long time about something that neither of them could understand, and finally the topic came to the Firebolt.

It was a great topic—the two talked about it all afternoon.

From the workmanship of the Firebolt, to customizing their team, to speculation on the broom's price, and its care, there was plenty to talk about - much to Harry's amusement.

Because Professor William doesn't seem to like broomsticks very much, and he doesn't know much about Quidditch...

The broom training during this period was also a worn-out sweeping seven stars...

It wasn't until they were saying goodbye that Ron asked about Harry's holiday life.

"What, is that Professor William next to you?"

"Do you train every day..."

"Still running?"

"Have Professor William taught you any particularly powerful spells these days?"

"No spell?"

"Then, have you cast any spells?"

"I applied and it was approved, but because of the change in training plan, I didn't do magic training?"

As the conversation progressed, Harry felt that Ron was looking at him with more and more pity...

"I still learned something, Ron..."

"What did you learn?"

"Look, let's put in a good word for him - well, Professor William is actually very good at improving grades, but he doesn't teach a single magic in special training..."

The two fantasized about the self-defense classes in the new school year, and then discussed various magical classes.

"By the way, Harry, do you want to stay at my house for a few days?"

Ron asked before parting.

——

A little further back in time, Percy was being lectured while they were discussing the Firebolt.

"What do you think..." Mrs. Weasley looked at her son with a look of helplessness on her face, "You dare to break into a wizard's duel, but it's still the kind of smuggling team and regular team snatching goods!"

"Anyway, he did a good job, Molly."

Mr. Weasley tried to lighten the mood from the side, but he was greeted with a stare from Mrs. Weasley.

"Okay, okay, please go ahead."

Mrs. Weasley was then willing to let him go and turned to look at Percy.

"But, mother - those people from Gringotts tried to use a few Sickles to defraud those precious things, and they also told the surrounding teams not to bid! We couldn't stand it before we started!"

"That's not okay," Mrs. Weasley's tone softened, "If your father's friends don't find out this time, I don't know what will happen next... You should know, kid, there are a lot of bad things mixed in with the Strikers. people…"

——

"The summer vacation is almost over, and the translation is not even a quarter completed."

William flipped through the books in front of him and couldn't help but sigh at the difficulty of learning Russian.

His language talent was not very strong to begin with. If these things were not very similar to the knowledge he had mastered, the translation speed would have been slower.

"But the results are gratifying. The sixth and seventh grade classes can use some more difficult things. The advanced classes must live up to their name - we can't say that all the students who graduate rely on self-study, right?"

"I just don't know how many students will choose to continue studying - after all, after the fifth grade, it is your choice..."

"But it's useless to worry about this. Although there is a new professor this year, at least I got it in the first grade..."

This made William very happy because he could train a class of his own students from scratch...

From enrollment to graduation, teaching in his way, allowing these students to learn and improve in his way, and then become qualified wizards - this gives a sense of accomplishment when I think about it.

"The new colleague is also strange... He didn't come over to meet... It stands to reason that a place like the Leaky Cauldron can be found at the entrance of Diagon Alley..."

"See you at the opening ceremony... I will clean up my state in the next week and prepare the test papers for the beginning of school..."

"Also, the research on the Dark Lord... one summer vacation produced almost no results... To be honest, these magic books are good, but they are too energy-consuming."

"But it's not a loss to improve your strength. After all, he is the Dark Lord. If you want to study his past, you really need to have a good trump card..."

"Let's finish the next semester. By the end of the next semester, his strength should be improved a bit. Then we can explore his past."

"After all, the biggest improvement during this holiday is actually the Patronus Charm, but it's a pity that it's of no use - I won't go back to that crappy place in Azkaban even if I were killed."

"The only good news is probably... rainy days shouldn't be so uncomfortable..."

He made new plans one by one, and after arranging his next work, he strolled out of the room, ready to have a drink and relax.

"Professor William!"

"Hello."

"Professor William, have a glass of vodka! I got it from Russia, home-brewed wine there!"

"Thank you, I can't stand such strong wine."

Greeting several drinking buddies he met along the way made William feel particularly happy - after the first year of employment, his identity as a professor was firmly established, even if there was a story about his origin in Azkaban. Still won't be rejected.

Especially the OWLs results that were spread during this period made the respect he received even higher.

"Very welcome, William. A glass of mead? Or a mug of beer?"

Old Tom smiled very energetically.

"Why don't you all have one?" William sat at the bar. "School is about to start these days, and more and more wizards are coming to Diagon Alley."

"Yes, but it will be more lively afterward - they will have to celebrate for several days after sending off the children."

What Old Tom said caused bursts of applause.

"No, my child is still young. If he were older and sent to Hogwarts, I think I could come to the bar to celebrate for a week!"

"One month! You don't know how annoying it is to teach them basic reading and arithmetic... I would rather take the Cruciatus Curse!"

"No..." another person echoed, "My child is sent to a Muggle school for elementary school. I originally thought that it would not be too tiring for enlightenment... but they actually have homework! My wife won't let me use it. Automatic quill tutoring…”

"Yeah yeah…"

"Okay, let's have a drink first to celebrate that summer vacation is finally over and those children are back at Hogwarts!"

"cheers!"

A group of people drank a glass happily.

"Celebrate again as another group of little villains are sent to Hogwarts this year!"

"cheers!"

“One more toast to Professor William, and I hope everyone will pass the self-defense magic in this year’s OWLs!”

William looked at a group of people drinking wine lively, and he couldn't control his inner desire to complain.

Others were fine, but what happened to the wizard who looked like he had just graduated?

Also, uncle over there, have your children graduated?

But no matter what, the atmosphere in the pub today was extremely good, and by the time everyone dispersed, it was already late at night.

——

Harry was still running today, but Ron didn't stay in Diagon Alley yesterday and went home directly.

Although he wanted to go back with Ron, Harry still endured it - he could just face the danger he was facing now, but it would be bad to bring this danger to the Weasley family.

What's more, his own training is not over yet - although his training throughout the summer has been to dodge, dodge, and dodge again, without even an attack spell, he can definitely feel his progress.

Even if it was a tricky spell cast by the professor himself, he could try to dodge it.

"Professor, I'm here to participate in today's training."

Harry knocked on the door carefully and was about to say something when he saw the prefect of his college sitting in front of the professor's desk.

"Sit down first, Harry."

William greeted, "Percy and I still have something to discuss."

"Yes, Professor."

"Hello, Harry."

Percy greeted him and smiled - but this smile gave Harry a completely different feeling than before. It felt like Percy's unique arrogance had been restrained and became more humane.

"Hmm...Professor, I still don't understand why those Gringotts wizards want to do that."

"That's normal, that's Gringotts, Percy."

William smiled, "But that's too far away from you. That's not the problem you have to solve during this holiday."

"But now it seems that you have solved the problem that needs to be solved most. Well, you look like a normal wizard now, instead of like before, you seemed like you would not refuse."

"Professor, if you say so..."

"Okay, okay, don't think so much. I actually can't give you the answer to the question you asked. You have to find it yourself - whether it's the investment of pure blood in Gringotts or the involvement of Ministry of Magic personnel. Smuggling, or the chaos of the strike force, these are not the subjects of my research."

"So, professor, what are you studying?"

"Me?" William smiled, "I'm studying how to let you children understand the essence of magic, let you study magic more deeply, and learn to study magic or other things at the same time."

"Magic itself is enough to study a lot, not to mention how to master it better. As for other things - you guys, you can't expect a professor who writes papers until twelve o'clock to be in charge of too many things." Lots of stuff.”

"Yes, Professor..."

"Don't think too much, learn to find the answers yourself," William shook his head, "Besides, you have to finish your studies first, Percy."

After Percy left, Harry couldn't help but ask.

"What's wrong with him, Professor?"

"he's good."

"Don't worry about Percy, Harry. He seems to be confused, but I can't give him an answer - I can only teach him magic and teach him to learn. For the rest, he can only rely on himself."