From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Ho!"

When the goblin at the bank saw the vendor who brought William and the others to the bank, he couldn't help but make a strange noise - what tough smart-aleck guy did this guy meet today?

It didn't do well in the goblin bank, otherwise it wouldn't have to be on duty on the street most of the time instead of staying inside to be responsible for financial services.

If it weren't for racial restrictions, it would have imitated this liar and sold things like laurel wreaths on the street at high prices. In fact, the liar's laurel wreaths were basically purchased from it and were molded by it. Basically, the selling price is one Gallon.

The reason why that thing can be sold at such an expensive price is entirely because it promised to stand up when the liar had conflicts with people and ensure that the goods were from its hands, so as to ensure that the accusation of fake goods did not exist.

As for other disputes, they are not within the scope of its responsibility. Anyway, that guy can sell a lot of laurels with that broken cushion.

'Well, now it's time to say with a straight face that it was my work and it was bought by the other party at a high price...'

A similar process has been repeated many times, and it has a skilled working experience.

Just when it was about to stand up and continue the same old routine, it saw its collaborator blinking his eyes hard, and the piece of food in his hand had already fallen into the hands of the customer who came with him.

‘Has your eating utensil been robbed? Or was it bought by someone? Is this guy planning to quit? What will happen to my Galleons from now on? ’

Countless thoughts passed by wildly, but finally turned into a welcome.

"Let's go, take out the money, inspect the goods, hand over the money and deliver the goods."

While it was watching a group of people walking past, it heard this sentence - The sky seemed to have darkened all of a sudden. Did that prodigal son really sell his job?

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"Five hundred galleons. I remember that I deposited about a thousand galleons in Gringotts' multinational business."

William handed over his identity certificate and waited for the goblin opposite to handle the business - he had to complain about the lag in Gringotts's cross-border business. Not only did funds not stored in the vault receive no interest, but they also had to charge handling fees... That's it. The same thing as the classical financial industry.

But there is no need. His vault is in Gringotts, England. There is no handling fee there, but he can't fly back out of thin air to withdraw money.

To put it bluntly, if he didn't have some knowledge in this area, he would have to live on his own money or accept a mortgage loan with high interest rates...

"Well, the credentials are correct, ah—Professor of Hogwarts?"

The goblin raised his head with a smile on his face, "Wait a moment, we will handle the withdrawal procedures immediately."

It hurried in and soon ran out with a young-looking wizard.

"Professor! When did you come to Greece!"

The young wizard looked around for a long time before staring at William. After carefully identifying him, he happily greeted William. After exchanging greetings, he handed over the formalities. He glanced at it and followed William over. After seeing the man, his expression changed.

"Oh, sorry, Professor, I accidentally filled out the form. Please come over and add a signature."

William shook his head helplessly, followed, and then as expected, heard the warning that the man was a liar.

"Yeah, I understand, I will check the goods carefully..."

While thanking his student, he received his large bag of galleons and handed it to the other student while patiently checking what he wanted to buy again.

"The material is right, the feel is right, and the magic text on it is right..."

He poked the so-called broken mat with his wand without hesitation, and then used a few simple little spells to test it. There was no problem, and the test passed.

"Garen, right? So, happy working together?"

William conveniently stuffed the 'broken mat' into his pocket, then shook hands with the other party, said goodbye to his students who worked in the bank, turned around and left, and brought with him a group of new graduates, most of whom had come to their senses. Left Gringotts on the Greek side.

"What a despicable guy - actually using real things to sell fake things..."

Once the mystery was solved, those students naturally understood how the liar-like guy operated - the mats were good things, and then they put worthless things on them and sold them at high prices. The guy who knew the goods thought he could deceive people, so he bought them and asked to use them. Wrap something or some other method to take the mat away, and then be fooled decisively.

But after all, IQ is still used to sell things. After everyone despised it for a while, they felt that it was just like that, and their attention was completely focused on what William bought.

"But, Professor, what is that, a magic carpet?"

"Magic carpet, this is not a magic carpet," William waved his hand, "As for the magic carpet, the price is probably less than a hundred galleons. It's because of the ban on magic carpets in the UK. This is actually an empty bag."

"Empty bag?"

"Yes, an empty bag. In the past, when the Traceless Expansion Spell was not so perfect, such a bag was used to carry the power of the spell and became a bag that could hold a lot of things at once. However, since Dumbledore discovered the dragon's blood After using it for new purposes and using it to modify the spell attachment, this bag disappeared from the stage of history.”

"This was also discovered by the principal?"

"Yes," William spread his hands, "Magic will always improve. However, although the original bag has withdrawn from the stage of history, it still has some functions. After all, the production materials and craftsmanship are all there."

"I thought there would be something magical inside..."

"How is it possible? That guy is not a fool. He has had the thing in his hands for so long, and he knows its actual value and use. After I went back and gave it to a friend to study the craftsmanship, I was ready to take it apart and use it."

William spread his hands, "Okay, thanks to your blessing, I bought something good. Let's go. I've been hungry for such a long time. It's time to go have a meal."

He couldn't wait to send away the students and put on a deep disguise - he had to admit that Hogwarts, as one of the three major magic schools in Europe, even though there were very few wizards from outside the UK in its enrollment, was still preparing for the entire school. Europe delivers talent.

It's a little better at the moment. If he doesn't pretend enough in the future, he will probably be able to see the students he taught no matter where in Europe he is...

"It's terrible...I just missed seeing my own students in Azkaban..."

After sending the students away, William quickly found a shop to change his makeup, and then carefully checked today's harvest - although the possibility of manipulation was low, he still had to check if there was anything wrong with the bag. .

"No curse, no pollution, no toxicity..."

After checking several potions, William found nothing wrong outside the bag, so he started to check the inside.

"I hope that guy didn't put anything dirty in it - but it's theoretically impossible. Due to the production process, it's quite laborious to open this thing. It's not convenient at all. It's only commonly used for smuggling."

Simply prepare the potion and then use the corresponding magic to open it - sure enough, it is empty inside.

"What about the secret grid... I remember, according to the news I heard before, there are also regional hidden grids..."

William prepared another potion, and then tried it tentatively using a technique commonly used in the UK - "Huh?"

He was stunned, then looked inside the bag in disbelief, used a spell to protect his arm with dragon skin gloves, and then carefully took it out.

Actually…

Although it is in the bag, there is not much of what is called a hidden compartment according to the traditional name of smuggling - usually, this is where precious materials are stored.

‘Is this a group of British smugglers who came here and were detained, and then they kept silent about the whereabouts of their things in order to get a reduced sentence? ’

'Or is it because he took the things away after he took advantage of others and didn't know about the existence of the hidden compartment? ’

William didn't know clearly, but the thing wrapped in the oil paper bag in front of him now bears his surname - I hope it doesn't contain spare parts and German engineers...

Taking precautions again, he carefully opened the paper package.

"what is this?"

He saw two small wooden boxes. One box contained thin books, and the other box contained several small figures woven from grass.

'No way? ’

After patiently checking the book with potions several times, William carefully used magic to turn the pages - and sure enough, the box contained what he originally intended to learn about, the voodoo doll of voodoo...

This is a quite unique system in terms of curses. He originally planned to study this aspect...

However, the British wizard smuggled voodoo dolls into Greece. Isn’t this a bit outrageous...

'Perhaps he is planning to come here to trick people after running over there. After all, curses are not suitable for use in the country of origin, nor are they suitable for use in my hometown...'

He didn't know that - but the things he expected were unlikely to be found in a smuggling gang's bag. The golden fleece and golden apples were not things that the smuggling team could use no matter how they thought about it...

Just like the most famous magic props in the UK, they are basically either related to Dumbledore or the Dark Lord, or even worse, they are the so-called 'Holy Blood' family or high-ranking officials. Azkaban is impossible. of.

'It's okay to come to the same place to do two things... I'll study the voodoo dolls when I have time. I still need to learn about curses...'

"It's an unexpected surprise..."

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"Surprise... no no, definitely more than just a surprise..."

Former Slytherin Head of House Slughorn never thought that someone like Dumbledore could do such a shameless thing... But unfortunately, he was very fond of this trick...

'Why don't you just go back...it doesn't matter...'

'Although I am retired, I am still teaching...'

He wanted to control himself, but his eyes couldn't help but drift towards the boy Dumbledore had brought over.

That's Harry Potter!

Many people thought that Harry Potter would be forgotten by everyone, but not long ago, the child in front of him represented Gryffindor and took the Triwizard Tournament trophy back to the school in one fell swoop!

'The eyes are very similar, very similar... very talented...'

‘Yes, very talented, a student who was chosen as a warrior, a student who won the Triwizard Tournament! ’

"Let's have a drink and celebrate old times, Albus!"

He couldn't help but offer his opinion, which Dumbledore readily accepted.

'It's so similar, so similar...'

"How are you doing in retirement, old man? Do you have any plans to go to Hogwarts this year to do anything?"

Contrary to Harry's expectation, Dumbledore hit the ball directly.

"Ah, okay, it's a bit boring, but my students will still come to see me from time to time and have a party - of course, it's definitely not as lively as Hogwarts, but it's not bad..."

Even Harry could see that the professor was obviously moved.

"So it's time to get out and about. Look at Alastor. After he came to Hogwarts last year, he plans to continue to serve as a professor this year. Moreover, our courses will not be too tiring. Severus will help you. Woolen cloth."

"Well, Severus, I know, he's doing very well, isn't he? He has been excellent since school... His talent in potions is frightening, and only Lily can steadily defeat him..."

As soon as he said this, Harry felt conflicted for a moment - he didn't like people who spoke too highly of Snape, but...

"However," Slughorn didn't notice Harry's expression at all, "I heard that Moody seems to be serving as a deputy to the young professor over there... That Professor William is the one, yes, self-defense The director of the office?"

"No way, Alastor has no teaching experience. I think Professor Snape will be willing to learn some teaching experience from you."

As soon as these words came out, Harry suddenly felt that the professor in front of him felt a little more comfortable.

"But...but..."

He looked at Dumbledore, his tone hesitant.

"We feel that both the fifth and seventh grades need experienced professors to guide them. Old man, I think you don't mind spending some time on this, right?"

Dumbledore seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and said something that Harry couldn't understand - but one thing he knew very well. According to the arrangement in front of him, it seemed that he wouldn't have to see Snape's face in fifth grade. ?

this…

He suddenly became very fond of the professor in front of him - if he could not see Snape's face in the fifth grade, he would be so happy...

"This is too much to ask of a retired old man -" Slughorn said while looking at the decorations in the room, "but if you put it like that..."

He looked towards Harry as he said, "Okay, Albus, you convinced me."

"Are you willing to work again?"

"But I ask for a raise."

Dumbledore laughed, "That's a pretty reasonable request."

"Then, let's have dinner together?"

"Sure, why not?"

So Harry ate a rather sumptuous dinner in a daze - although he was not used to the mandrake leaves in his mouth, the food was indeed very, very exquisite.

However, he didn't know why. After the meal, he felt that the professor's vision seemed to be more greedy...