From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Second grade, start preparing!"

Forming a team of three means higher efficiency. The first graders ended their assessment at a very fast speed, and most of them fell into the swamp - it was a disaster for the team that did not cooperate well.

There are only a few students who can get to the troll. As for the person who stole the stone ball - there is no one.

Even if the trolls are XXXX-level magical creatures, they still cross that threshold, and those who dare to challenge become meteors flying out of the skylight - there is no way, the guys who can explore to the end are usually the ones who can cause trouble. , this kind of frustration without being hurt can be regarded as teaching them a lesson.

"Gryffindor flew out nine, Slytherin flew out six, Hufflepuff flew out six, and we flew out three - hell, what did they think? They actually thought the first-year students could defeat Troll?"

Sitting on the wooden chair created by the transfiguration spell, the senior Ravenclaws secretly began to calculate the accounts - they started counting them as soon as the first child flew out. After all, a student flying out of the field at once can be enough. This is the most interesting thing during this period.

"It's strange, why are the numbers thrown out all integers? When did the trolls become so..."

Shaking his head, he began to calculate Galleons.

——

"Bang~"

The last student troll that had just been thrown fell straight down. They might be able to run rampant in front of the first-year wizards, but it was really nothing to the graduating prefects.

Percy put away his wand and placed it snugly next to him.

His task is very heavy. When the trolls capture the lower grade students, he needs to use magic to assist the trolls to make them suffer pain and throw them out. At the same time, he also needs to help the children who fly out adjust the flight angle so that they can Fly in a better arc.

This is a task assigned by two professors.

It is half a setback education and half a reminder to the students behind.

Children above third grade are not allowed to form teams. Although there are many traps on the road, there is no doubt that some of them will be able to make it to the end, and then Percy will not be involved to let them fly out safely - - There are three pots of magic potion outside. With the protective spell, even if you hit the wall and break a few bones, it will only be a minor injury.

After all, in the magical world, the identification of injuries is completely different.

The injury of breaking an arm or even losing a leg is not even as serious as the sudden attack of a dangerous magical creature on your arm - the former can be treated in the school hospital for a day or two, but the latter may not heal for a lifetime.

"Second grade, first group, start!"

Professor William's voice rang through the thick walls, and Percy knew it was time for him to get to work.

He lifted the magic that restricted the big wooden stick, then dragged it to the side of the lying troll, and then sat comfortably on the chair - which was also released from the Disguise Spell, on the small table next to them. There are even snacks and water.

‘Should magical creatures be released from the front? What a pity...I couldn't participate in the last exam before leaving school...'

Thinking about this problem, he dragged the giant monster away from him, thus weakening the power of his coma spell.

The professor said that those big guys should be kept awake as soon as they are touched, otherwise the assessment will be of no use.

"How many second graders can come here?"

——

Students outside were also curious about this question, and the answer came out quickly.

The sophomores who came out of the first team were not sent out by the seventh grade at all, but were thrown out by the Cornish elf by their hair.

They sang happily, grabbed the clothes on the students' shoulders and swung them around (with a bubble spell on their heads), and finally threw the students out like garbage, and even swung their butts and danced in the air.

However, after William glared over, these little guys ran away as fast as possible, screaming in fear.

"Professor William, what did you do?"

Lupine became curious - these Cornish specialties have even kidnapped adult wizards. They are notorious for their evil deeds. Normal wizards would never mess with these bad guys.

"This... I originally planned to use it to train the reflexes of sixth grade students, but these guys tried to attack me."

This was one of William's few mistakes this semester - last year's farce was so famous that he was directly eyeing something that was described as a disaster by sophomores.

But last year, it was obvious that Professor Lockhart couldn't be slapped in the face so directly. Not to mention his peacock-like personality, even a good gentleman couldn't bully people like this.

Seeing that Lupine was doing well in class training this year, he made some elves to practice with the senior students. When he opened the cage, he was shocked by the quick reaction of these guys.

So, with a snap of his fingers, he controlled these guys who were trying to cause trouble in his office, locked them in a cage and put them aside - he turned his head and was busy taking out the papers and forgot about it. As a result, he was hungry for almost three days before the magic was lifted by itself...

The result of this incident is that these elves really remember him...

After a little explanation, William started calling the second group.

Two Gryffindor girls, one of whom had fiery red hair, looked like she belonged to the Weasley family.

Apply protection, designate the track, and “go for it!”

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"Why do we start off as Cornish elves?"

Ginny heard the complaints of her companions in her ears, but she had no strength to reply - her bright hair color brought more attacks to herself, and the elves wanted to catch her out very much.

After resting for a while, she finally caught her breath.

"Come on, we just scored twenty points, hold on to your wand."

She encouraged her teammates and took the lead to move forward - the group of elves just inspired all her fighting spirit.

'Always make yourself better, you can't always focus on others...'

Hermione's meaningful words still echoed in her ears from time to time. The two of them shared a lot of Easter eggs that day and talked about weird things for a long time.

‘Win the game first! ’

She persuaded herself, clenching the fluorescent wand tightly in her hand.

"The road is blocked!"

After a brief inspection, she shouted to her friends behind her, and then began to try to use magic to move away the large and small stones blocking the road.

"I'm here to help too..." The girl behind hurried forward and helped carry it together, but the next moment, a black shadow jumped out from under the removed stone...

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"The efficiency is too slow..."

Looking at the two little girls who were lifted out by the levitating spell, William said to Lupine, "The time spent in the first grade team of three people is a bit beyond imagination... After the second grade test, the fifth grade will probably not have time... They have homework this afternoon!"

? ? ?

After working as colleagues for nearly a year, Lu Ping suddenly discovered the reason why Professor William was enthusiastic to his colleagues and gregarious to the person in charge of his work, but was intimidating among students.

Co-author moved fifth graders to the morning just so they could go back and do their homework in the afternoon?

"Just send in the rotating assistant coaches, open another track, and use the first-year students to transform it."

"That's all we can do. Let's give them some extra internship salary. Anyway, judging from the performance of first-year students, not many students can get bonuses."

William nodded and turned away from the students who started calling for reserves. This time, Professor McGonagall generously approved a lot of funds, so he recruited all the students with good grades to become teaching assistants.

"Come on, come on,"

William entered the first grade track first and then began to transform the stone wall.

"Hold this side, I'm going to deploy anti-transformation spells here - there are not enough Cornish elves, and this side has been transformed into a landslide. If they can run over, it will be considered a victory..."

The difficulty of the mechanism is about the same - just use it as an ab roll.

He and Lupine had been discussing it for a long time and had a lot of backup plans to prevent accidents - for example, what if the elf ran away?

"Let's go to the next level."

There were many backup plans, one student after another was assigned, and a new track was formed.

"Bring out another troll, Percy!"

William nodded towards Percy who was hiding there. Then, Percy waved his wand, and another sleeping troll that was blocked behind the stone was released.

William clicked with his wand, and it got up with a snoring sound, and was quite grumpy—until it saw William.

"there…"

Regardless of whether the troll understood it or not, William pointed with his finger to the other side, and then pointed at the troll again.

The new mountain monster nodded crazily, looked at William's finger, trotted to the place designated by William, lay down, then raised his fist and punched himself in the head.

"Dong~"

There was a soft sound, and then a snap, and the troll lay there.

"Professor...you know Trollese?"

The new student and Percy asked out curiously - the wizarding world has been making jokes about trolls' IQ, and there are many jokes about troll language.

"How can I have time to learn that?"

William spread his hands, "It just understands the gestures - okay, you two keep a close eye on them, don't let the students wake up both of them at once, they are a little far apart now - it's best to make sure the students come over before Release control.”

"Yes, Professor."

The two responded in unison, and William nodded and went back to prepare to continue hosting the exam.

"Can the troll understand gestures?"

"It should be possible...right?"

Percy wasn't sure - communicating with a troll wasn't a very wise idea.

"Then knocking yourself out..."

"It can't be the Imperius Curse... maybe..."

Percy couldn't explain it either.

How pitiful—could this giant monster think it would be better if he fainted?

——

"The test this morning seemed to have some negative effects..."

When he sat back in the proctor's seat, William looked at the list of students and said to Lupine.

"There were also some strange phenomena in the previous tests - what happened?"

You can't just say whether the troll is harmful or harmless. Before the formal assessment, he and William conducted tests one by one on the magic damage effect, specific coma level, and the difficulty of obtaining full marks. They even tested it again this morning. After repeated verification, the assessment began.

As a professor, you must be responsible for your students, and you cannot be too cautious when it comes to safety.

So Lupine was very concerned about the negative effects.

"The troll knocked himself unconscious - did we conduct too many coma level verification experiments this morning?"

They had to ensure that the student in charge of the trolls could knock the trolls unconscious as soon as possible, so that the trolls would not develop any resistance before repeated sleeping spells.

"It does seem a bit too much - they have to go into coma a lot today... Let's talk about it later!"

"Wow!"

When Lu Ping spoke hurriedly, there were already exclamations in the crowd.

A little wizard was shot out of the skylight at a speed far exceeding that of the previous students. The height was almost as high as many people flying on broomsticks.

With a flick of Lupine's wand, the high-flying child began to glide in mid-air, but the speed became slower and slower, and finally landed gently on the ground.

"Broken arm."

William immediately made a judgment, then ran over in a small step, and casually clicked his wand towards the potion pot in the distance. A small ball of potion flew out and fell into the cup transformed from leaves in his left hand.

"Drink."

While handing over the potion with his left hand, he tapped the unlucky child's arm with the wand in his right hand. The student who was still howling in pain blinked his eyes, subconsciously took the potion, and drank it in one gulp.

The potion and magic made the pain disappear quickly from his body - just as the most authoritative St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries classified it as a minor injury.

"You were hit in the front with a stick, right? Remember to disarm the weapon on the other side as soon as possible."

Taking advantage of this short and particularly effective educational time, William began the simplest but effective education.

"Yes~hiss, yes, professor!"

After moving his arm for a while, there was no other problem except that it still hurt. He grinned and agreed, and then he remembered this sentence firmly.

Preaching requires repeated memorization many times, but breaking bones basically only requires once. This is why both professors chose trolls to assist in education.

"Take some exercise and make sure you're fine before going back."

Of course there is no problem - Cage moved again to confirm that his arm was intact and then looked into the air expectantly with the pain of participation.

He didn't wait in vain, as he looked up, his companion drew a graceful arc in the air, and with Lupin's help, he landed with a squeaking sound.

But this time the child was not injured. He fell to the ground and looked around in shock, and then saw his friend and professor standing together.

"It was almost, Cage! I even broke the rope of the stone ball! That guy is so fierce!"

He yelled half in show off and half in regret before he realized that the professor was here.

"If that's the case, that's a shame - go to the dugout."

William nodded kindly and spoke to them.

The two hugged each other, laughed and walked towards the rest area, where all the people who had passed the assessment were there.

"I felt like I was flying fifty feet! Or maybe more! That guy's stick was completely rounded!"

The sound of bragging sounded in the rest area, and several guys who had found the troll began to compare the heights of their respective flights - the only drawback was that when they were bragging, they would grin from time to time because of pain.