From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"I have to work again today, yawn."

William got up from his bed and put on his robe in a daze.

The class schedule has been arranged, and he has class on the first day of the semester.

The second big class on Monday morning is for the sixth grade advanced class.

This will be followed by first grade on Wednesday, then seventh grade on Thursday, and fifth grade on Friday.

There is no way around it, the class schedule must give priority to the Herbology class and the Magical Creatures class. After these two subjects are scheduled, it will be the turn of the others - after all, the students can make do with it, but the plants and animals are not so cooperative.

You can't expect most magical creatures to be pulled out for students to see when they're asleep, nor can you expect those delicate plants to be alive and healthy after being repotted at noon.

'It's been an extremely busy week - luckily Professor Lupine is here. ’

William took care of himself patiently, then left the room and headed towards the auditorium.

"Good morning, William."

Adams greeted him energetically, and then pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"Good morning," William tried hard to suppress his urge to yawn, but he still couldn't hold it back, "You are in such good spirits."

"You should get up early and exercise yourself. I went to take care of those plants early," Adams said while stuffing a newspaper. "You always exercise in the afternoon without getting up early."

"Not everyone has such a good schedule like you," William took the newspaper, "What interesting thing happened?"

"Look at the front page. Regarding the attack you encountered last night, the Ministry of Magic's public explanation."

Adams clicked on the front page of the newspaper and saw Fudge's picture.

‘Interview with the Minister of Magic? ’

He looked at the title curiously and found that it was not the case.

[Harry Potter—Hidden Patronus? 】

The subtitle is even more interesting.

[Students were attacked, dementors were out of control, and the Ministry of Magic refuted the rumors but kept silent? 】

‘Why does it feel like street stall literature when you read it—that’s the level of the Daily Prophet? ’

He looked at the author curiously and found that it was someone he was semi-familiar with, Rita, a great journalist with a bad reputation in Azkaban.

But if he remembered correctly, when he was in Azkaban, this reporter used his gossipy writing style, made up nonsense to cater to the readers, and his illogical sensationalism and ability to make up stories to achieve a semi-official position. .

‘Although I haven’t started reading it yet, it feels like I’m reading an article about money laundering. ’

Even so, he still read it.

…

'Yesterday's incident of Dementors besieging the Hogwarts Express attracted the attention of most people in the magical world. Regarding this, our Ministry of Magic quickly dispatched an investigation team and worked overtime to complete the investigation work, but the conclusion was disappointing. Very disappointed.

After such a serious accident, Minister of Magic Fudge still acted as if nothing was wrong. He only announced to the public that the dementors had not rebelled, claiming that this was just a special situation.

This kind of deception on the citizens of the wizarding world is egregious and clumsy. In order to expose the hypocrisy of the Fudge government, we specially interviewed several staff members who did not want to be named.

A hitman with a sense of justice secretly told reporters, "In order to cover up some things, the Fudge administration regards the public's right to know as nothing..."

…

William quickly skipped over the useless nonsense, looking for useful information at a glance, and finally found the so-called Ministry of Magic staff's disclosure of the investigation.

'Harry Potter himself makes the dementors extremely afraid. He seems to have several powerful patron saints attached to him, making the dementors have the desire to destroy those patron saints when they see him.

We speculate that perhaps it was those forces that drove He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in the first place, and now it makes the Dementors feel threatened - maybe...'

"Human Patronus?"

William dropped the newspaper in surprise - he had been doing this for a year and was not considered a novice at all. This was the first time he had seen such a statement.

"No, eh, William, do you think this is possible?"

"How do I know, Adams?" William spread his hands to show his innocence, "You should ask professionals for this kind of thing."

"Um?"

Adams was suddenly stunned, and then stared at William.

William looked at his eyes, and then remembered one thing. There were professional researchers in other subjects...but for their subject, in terms of teaching experience, he was the senior among the seniors. There was no comparison in teaching experience for decades. He's long.

"How do I know? I only practiced the Patron Saint during the holidays..."

He shook his head helplessly, "You have to at least conduct in-depth research on this spell to understand things like a humanoid guardian angel, but in theory it should be possible."

"In the past, if one of the graduates became an Auror, he could freely change his appearance, and little Aphra perfectly controlled the Disillusionment Curse. In this way, Harry Potter is the patron saint of human form. It’s also normal.”

He handed the newspaper back with a smile, "It's easy. Let Professor Lupine teach him about his patronus or I can do it - maybe his patronus is different from ordinary wizards and has a special ability to deal with black magic." It’s defense.”

"That makes sense," Adams nodded, "By the way, speaking of patron saints, William, what does your patron saint look like?"

"A beautiful hummingbird, but there are too many students now. I will demonstrate it when there are no classes," William said while putting the fried eggs on his plate. "Why don't you also try to imitate it? This year, the entrance and exit of the school will be blocked." Guarding those gray robes without a patron saint is indeed a bit dangerous."

"Well, okay, I'll go get the relevant information another day." Adams hurriedly finished the last bite. "There are still a batch of herbs to take care of. I'm going to the greenhouse first. See you later."

"See you."

Adams leaves and William begins to think about what he saw in the newspaper.

As the professor who trained Harry for most of the holiday, he was well aware of Harry's talent in self-defense magic.

But no matter what, the title of patron saint in human form is still too scary.

Although the Patronus Charm can only deal with specific monsters, it has always had a high status in the magic world.

Just like what his students said on the train, those who mastered the Patronus could easily achieve high positions.

It's a bit strange that such a title was given out by the Ministry of Magic so easily - how much Harry weighed? William knew very well that having Dumbledore in the wizarding world would be a headache for the Ministry of Magic, so why would Harry be so highly praised? , completely inconsistent with the style that the Ministry of Magic should have.

'That article is clearly derogatory but actually praising it. No matter how you read it, it feels like you are doing something wrong to make up for it...'

I think too much? Is it too dark to worry about Sirius during a holiday?

But before William could stop imagining, a familiar figure appeared.

This immediately diverted William's attention - to be exact, he now felt a headache.

It's Hagrid.

He was wearing a moleskin coat and waving a dead polecat absently with one large hand - it was only September and school had just started!

‘Did this guy…really take my suggestions seriously? ’

Dressed like this, can you really control the students?

Although William did not feel that this image did not match Hagrid, he did not feel that the excitement of Hagrid's class could make up for the impression.

Although the old professor doesn't care much about his image, how long have he been teaching?

However, to William's despair, Hagrid did not understand his concerns at all, and even paused as he walked towards the staff table.

"Is everything okay?" Under William's incredulous eyes, Hagrid stopped beside the Gryffindor table. He smiled at Harry and the others, "You are going to have my first lesson! It will be after lunch. !I got up at five o'clock and got everything done...I hope everything goes well...I became a teacher...To be honest..."

He grinned broadly at Harry and the others, and then walked towards the teacher's desk, still waving the dead polecat in William's desperate eyes.

"Hi, William."

Hagrid said hello in as low a voice as he could muster.

"Morning, Hagrid."

William felt a little tired.

"I'm ready. I specially prepared a good uniform and bought perfume to ensure that the first class can be the state that you said can calm the students!"

He looked very happy, "I have also prepared the courses to ensure they attract students' attention. They are not dangerous and are very handsome. I believe everyone will fall in love with them!"

‘I’m going to put a punctuation mark on this image of yours, just because we are friends. ’

William tried hard not to complain.

"Oh, this one," Hagrid noticed what he was wearing. "It's very cold in the Forbidden Forest in the morning. I can't bear not wearing this. I'll put on that new dress when I go back at noon!"

'Teaching you was the most failed teaching experience since I came to Hogwarts to teach... Sure enough, I should have come up with set questions... such as the professor's self-cultivation related true-false questions...'

"Well, what else..."

Hagrid muttered and finally remembered, "By the way, William, I have a class in the first period in the afternoon. If possible, can you come and visit?"

"Of course, Hagrid," William forcibly concealed his distrust, "If possible, I will go there at noon and we can do a simulation exercise. I believe that is a good choice."

"Simulation exercise? That's great, William, that's a great idea, it's really great."

Hagrid muttered, "See you then. We'll meet at noon. I think we'll have a pretty good first period this time."

After he finished speaking, he hurried away carrying his dead polecat, "I have to take care of the animals. Today is a very busy day!"

'I think so too…'

William silently pressed his heart and told it that this was just a small scene and not to take it too seriously.

'I was thinking of taking some time out to give Hagrid a preview at the beginning of school, but Professor McGonagall actually arranged for him to be on the first day...'

"Professor William!"

Before William could finish sighing, Professor McGonagall came over.

"Sorry, Professor William, there are some minor problems now."

Professor McGonagall took her thick stack of class schedules and transcripts and sat on the chair next to William.

"There are too many people applying for the improvement class in the self-defense magic learning class."

Professor McGonagall said in a slightly surprised tone, "There are only a few students who are unwilling to continue studying. The rest of the students hope to study in the advanced class."

"All?"

William was also stunned—were these sixth-grade students not afraid when they took the paper last year?

To be honest, although all OWLs passed, William was already prepared that not many people would sign up for the advanced class.

Now that I have obtained the certificate, let’s go to class again—is this course so attractive?

‘Am I wrong in my estimation? It’s not hobbies that prevent students from enrolling in advanced classes, but grades? ’

He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

Originally, he thought that after training with such devilish test papers, 20% to 30% would be willing to further their studies, but with so many students liking it, he naturally wouldn't stop him.

"Then just accept it, Professor McGonagall. You just have to apply to the school for more auxiliary equipment and potions, otherwise it won't be enough."

He looked at Professor McGonagall and told him his plan.

"In addition, I applied to modify the classroom area. The original classroom is too small."

"No problem, Professor William." Professor McGonagall agreed, "Relevant funds and equipment will be available soon. Since the students are willing to learn, and Professor William, you are also willing to teach, then everything is not a problem. .”

"Okay, that's it. It seems I have to hurry up and renovate the classroom. This job is not easy to do. I'm afraid I have to bring in another professor."

"Professor Lupine, he has no class today."

Professor McGonagall betrayed the Gryffindor graduate without hesitation.

——

“Choose a course, choose a course!”

"I've done it, what about you?"

"Same, the course will be much easier now. I don't have to do the damn divination anymore! Long live!"

"No, there is no need to take notes on the history of magic. I can finally concentrate on learning some useful magic knowledge!"

"Hey, you signed up to learn self-defense magic?"

"Did you also sign up?"

"Of course, how could you not report it!"

"Are you crazy? Do you want to do another exam this year?"

Another student looked at the two friends talking and tried to wake them up.

"I did it for a year last year, and there are no papers for the sixth grade!" The other party shook his finger, "I have worked hard for a year, how can I not try what a normal self-defense magic course is like! There is no need to do papers, I will run. Oh, this is really crazy!"

"That's right! Then we can also use this to show off to the fifth graders. Isn't it double the joy to watch them do the papers?"

"Don't forget the Weasley brothers, they are in fifth grade this year! Watching them do the questions makes us happy in class, tsk tsk."

"It makes sense. I'll go and apply with the professor and tell him that he can't leave at all!"

"Wait, I'll go too!"

——

In the renovated classroom, William and Lupine were dividing areas - they couldn't just expand the classroom, they had to ensure that students had enough training space within the classroom.

"Professor William, Professor Lupin."

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door and came in, "Sorry, Professor William, the deans counted too many people. Please expand the classroom a little more."

"The spare supplies have been purchased for emergency purchase and will be delivered soon."

Lu Ping's face suddenly turned pale... He suddenly felt so stressed...

ps: I was wrong, I was inflated, I had an unrealistic understanding of myself...