From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Professor, I've finished my run. What is today's training?"

When William came downstairs for breakfast, Harry leaned over and asked.

"School is about to start, you have to enjoy your vacation, Harry."

William responded to him with a smile, "Besides, have you prepared the things you will need for the start of school?"

"Well, there are still a few days, and I haven't had time yet..." Harry lowered his head, "I looked at our class schedule, and the teaching materials are the same as before. Are you going to teach us self-defense courses?"

"It's Professor Lupine, not me," William responded casually. "I talked with him. In terms of systematic self-defense, he is better than me. I think you will have a great time in this year's course."

It can only be said that the theoretical foundation of wizards from the academy is really solid - of course, it is also related to the outstanding graduates that Professor McGonagall mentioned.

Anyway, William felt that he benefited a lot from the conversation, and he believed that Lu Ping thought the same.

"Ah..." Harry was stunned for a moment, "New professor?"

"Of course, you can't expect me to take over all the work," William shook his head, "That's not a job that can be done in a joking way."

"Well, professor, the new professor..."

"Shh," William shook his finger, "It's not a polite thing to talk about a new professor, especially with another professor. What you should do now is go out and enjoy the sunshine and your last vacation."

"By the way, how's your homework going?"

Suddenly thinking of this matter, William asked casually.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, it's almost done..."

Harry's face suddenly looked bad, and William suddenly felt a sense of anxiety from him.

"Professor, I'm leaving first," Harry didn't stay and tried to continue the conversation. He hurriedly said goodbye and left the bar. As for whether he was going to make up homework or go shopping, William could only guess.

"I'm probably just catching up on my homework. It's so normal."

William happily ate his omelette, "I don't know how those students have completed their vacation homework - it's outrageous to say that the previous professor didn't assign any summer homework, so I didn't even have a reference. …”

"There is no need to think about exercise today. I just happened to go see the owl. At least I have to get familiar with it before school starts. Otherwise, I won't be so leisurely after going to school..."

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[Dear Hermione:

Last time you said you were in France, I wonder how you are doing recently and how you are revising your History of Magic thesis. 】

‘Something’s wrong, something’s still wrong. ’

Harry crumpled up the letter he had written and gave up.

He usually writes quite casually when writing to friends, but writing this letter was much more difficult than other letters.

However, now he is in urgent need of Hermione's homework help - it is very difficult to refer to Hermione's papers in normal times. Summer homework, hehe, he can definitely imagine what kind of reply he will get.

To be honest, if he had sent this letter bluntly, he even doubted that he would get a howler letter.

'No, I have to think more carefully...'

Times were tough and trying to get through so much homework was a joke, so he had to seek help.

Ron’s homework was forgotten—Hermione’s could still pass the professor’s review as part of the revision of the template, but Ron’s own homework barely passed the test, and he didn’t need to read it after revising it.

Therefore, Hermione's homework was a necessity, and he had to find a way to get Hermione to agree to some reference work besides his usual homework...

"We have to find something that interests her. I wonder if Hermione will be interested in the tasks assigned by Professor William. Doesn't she always like to study..."

Once such an idea appeared, he couldn't stop it. Harry began to write quickly based on this idea, and he completed the task after a while.

[...I think you will definitely be interested in those training contents, so I will sort out the relevant contents and bring them to you at the beginning of the semester...]

"Hedwig," he looked at his owl, his eyes full of trust, which made Hedwig become serious. "Come on, send the things to Hermione."

As if he was worried, Harry asked again, "Please, act pitiful and be sure to bring your homework back, otherwise I will have to rely on Ron's homework."

After feeding two pieces of bacon skin, Harry solemnly asked Hedwig to leave.

‘You must bring your homework back! ’

He looked to the sky and let hope fly with the owl.

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"Hello, Eela Owl Shop, welcome to our store."

As soon as William entered the door, he heard the clerk's voice.

"Hello," William responded casually, and then immediately recognized the clerk - his student, who was technically entering seventh grade this year.

"Hello, Professor!"

The clerk's standard smile disappeared, and the look on his face became eager, "Are you here to buy owl food?"

"No, Bourne, I want to pick an owl."

"That's great. A batch of trained owls were just delivered to the store the day before yesterday." The clerk named Bourne walked over in a few steps. "I just went with them to transport them a few days ago."

"Look, gray wood owl, screech owl, grass owl, brown owl, snowy owl."

He pointed to the area where the owls lived one by one. "They are all great guys. Of course, you know, some are better..."

"The snowy owls over there are the best-tempered ones, but they... well, how should I put it, are a little too lively."

"Also, the horned owls over there are more lively..."

"..."

William can guarantee that if this guy introduced him like this, the store owner would beat him to death.

"What kind of owl do you prefer, Professor?"

"Hmm...it looks more pleasing to the eye..."

William originally wanted to say this to the clerk, but he was really embarrassed to say it in front of the students.

Especially if this student has not graduated yet and is currently doing a summer internship - what should I do if this reaches the seventh grade?

Moreover, after the news reaches the seventh grade, it will soon spread throughout Hogwarts. William can completely imagine Adams using this as a joke...

"I believe in some magical mysteries," William tried to speak louder, "Maybe I'm usually too serious..."

"But your class is great, Professor," Byrne said seriously, "Why don't you come and feed the owls some food and see which one suits you better?"

This is a bit of a privilege, but not too much.

William quickly took the owl food and walked around - because of their training, these owls are not very resistant to food from strangers. William fed it around and found nothing special.

"How about you go to the replenishment area and have a look, there are quite a few over there."

Bourne was not impatient at all. After using his wand to create a magic spell that left a sound, he pulled William to the back.

As soon as they entered the door, William found that he was being stared at - a silly-looking owl, terrifyingly tall, half a meter tall, standing on a high place, looking at William provocatively.

"So big?"

"Oh, Professor, this is the Eagle Owl, which is not very common..."

Byrne explained, "This is the largest owl. It can carry a lot more things than ordinary owls, but it eats a lot and can easily damage other owls, so it will not be sold in the front when the store is crowded. "

He introduced it in quite detail, but he missed one thing. This kind of owl is very good-looking, and it looks like it can be masturbated.

"Then, how about that?"

William wanted to hear another opinion.

"Professor, it has not yet reached adulthood...it will be nearly eighty centimeters tall when it reaches adulthood..."

"this…"

William was in a bit of a dilemma - at eighty centimeters tall, this was no longer an owl, and it basically couldn't fly into the window.

However, the dumb owl landed and began to tentatively take a few steps beside William's left hand holding the owl food, and then nudged William's left hand with its head.

"Forget it, that's it."

William was immediately conquered by the fuzzy feeling.

A quarter of an hour later, William walked out of the store carrying a heavy cage - as the largest owl, its cage was also special. It was much larger than other owl cages, so it was quite heavy to carry.

"Let's talk about the name after we go back. Let's get this guy settled first," William thought as he walked, and at the same time calculated how many meals the owl food he bought would be enough - that thing is not suitable for keeping for a long time, so he can only replenish it after it is used up.

Back at the bar, the first thing he did was compare the owl to the window.

As expected, the height was okay, but the width was far from enough - it couldn't get out at all when it spread its wings. It had to fly to the window sill first and then jump out like a chicken, and then spread its wings again.

During this period, the owl had no intention of resisting at all, and even rubbed its head on William's arm, making him have the urge to pet the owl's head.

'It will continue to get bigger... This is outrageous...' William reluctantly touched the unnamed owl and shook his head, "Stay in the cage for a while, and I will find a nicer name for you."

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"Finally finished."

Harry stood up from the table, feeling that he was half useless - although he usually referred to Hermione's homework, today was the first time that he referred to the homework of the entire holiday.

A full three quills were damaged under the intense work, not to mention the ink.

After completing such a long series of homework, he felt that the hand holding the quill was no longer his own.

'It would be nice if the professor didn't check it, then I could just copy it with an automatic quill pen. ’

Such thoughts came to mind, but were quickly erased by Harry himself - if she simply copied her homework, Hermione would never give them her own homework for reference.

"Harry, are you there?"

Ron's voice came from outside the door, causing Harry to come out of his fantasy. 1

"What's wrong, Ron?"

Harry, not doubting his presence, trotted over and opened the door.

"I knew you were there - I just finished buying a book and I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron today. We'll go to the station together tomorrow!"

Ron said excitedly, with a smile on his face.

"To the station?"

"School has started, and of course we have to go to the station!" Ron looked excited. "It's been almost a holiday since I got my new wand, and I haven't officially used it yet. I can't wait!"

It's not his fault that he lost his temper. Underage wizards are strictly prohibited from casting spells outside of school. He had long wanted to try a wand, but unfortunately the warning letter from his good friend was right in front of him. Now that the school year was about to start, he had countless ideas that he wanted to share with Harry.

"Wait a minute," Harry looked at Ron, "What's the date today, Ron?"

"It's the end of August, what are you thinking, Harry?"

Ron looked at Harry with worry on his face.

Harry quickly counted the days. Yes, that's right, although he didn't want to accept this fact, school was indeed about to start.

‘What did I do during this holiday? ’

Harry was a little confused.

"Escape...train...and catch up on homework..."

"..."

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, Ron, I just want to lie down for a while and let me calm down."

Harry replied weakly, he didn't want to do anything right now...

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"Good evening, Mr. Weasley."

In the room reserved by the Weasleys, William was visiting.

"Good evening, Professor William."

Mr. Weasley, with half his red hair on his head, forced himself to say hello.

"Can you please leave the children?" William's expression remained unchanged. "They don't get used to it when talking about grades."

Before Mr. Weasley could say anything, Percy started to stand up spontaneously, followed by the Weasley brothers.

"Oh, kids, I'm sorry, you have to leave," Mr. Weasley said with a kind smile, and then Ron and Ginny left.

This made William feel relaxed all of a sudden - to be honest, I don't know if it was a psychological factor, but now that he saw red hair, he felt a little bloated in his head.

"Well, Mr. Weasley, I have two main problems with coming here this time."

William tried his best to use a calm tone, "Harry just told me that he will leave with you when school starts tomorrow, is that right?"

To be honest, he didn't really want to interfere in the students' private actions, but if there was a henchman of the Dark Lord No. 1 ambushing him outside, that would be another story.

He just received a letter from Dumbledore today, asking him to pay attention to Harry. He still had to inquire about such a critical trip.

"Well, yes, Professor, the ministry will send a special car here tomorrow, and then Harry will leave with us."

Mr. Weasley was obviously not uninformed, and as Harry's protective professor (at least in Mr. Weasley's eyes), William naturally had nothing to hide.

"Take a Ministry of Magic vehicle? No Floo powder or something?"

William thought for a moment, "Are there any Aurors accompanying you? Is the driver disguised as an Auror?"

"Well...he is an ordinary staff member."

"How many batters have been mobilized? Is there any relevant explanation?"

"The hitter mobilized both teams to protect along the way."

"I'll join you tomorrow..." William sighed - he bet that there would be an ambush team on the road tomorrow, but using people as bait like this would be too much.

Especially since the Weasley family is still a family...even without Percy and Harry William having to intervene.

"If you can't beat me, you can still block it for a while..."

William thought this, and then began to talk with Mr. Weasley about the details.

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'It's outrageous... they know everything...'

After ending the conversation, William returned to his room.

Contrary to his expectations...Mr. Weasley knew everything, and his wife knew everything too...

'It's amazing...this is more than an ordinary family taking care of their children's friends...'

'They definitely know Harry's parents... but they are not suitable for their age... Besides, taking care of a friend's child like this... forget it... I shouldn't care about this... it's probably a sad story...'

William sighed and returned to his room.