From Azkaban To Hogwarts

People do not suffer from scarcity but from inequality.

The meaning is very simple. When the game is about to lose and everyone has a record of 0/8, the team atmosphere is quite harmonious. But when everyone competes with each other to different degrees, naturally noisy will arise.

It was approaching noon in the Hufflepuff common room. Denis, a fifth-year student who had just returned from a busy morning of classes, saw two acquaintances from Gobstone.

"Dennis, do you want to fight Gobstone?"

Two seniors from the seventh grade enthusiastically sent invitations.

"Forget it, I'm going crazy. I don't have time to play Gobstone. I just took History of Magic. After one class, I found that I didn't understand anything, but Professor Binns also assigned a paper!"

Professor Binns is the only ghost professor at Hogwarts who can support 007. Apart from forgetting some things from time to time, his courses have never received any complaints, because if the students are not too excessive in class, this Old professors ignore them—and for some students, the best thing about this professor is that he forgets to assign homework.

"Fifth grade, bear with me. Not many people at Hogwarts study History of Magic. You can give up then. Anyway, not many professions require a certificate in History of Magic. But Professor Binns actually remembered to assign homework. It seems that this year The pass rate for History of Magic should be improved."

"I hope so. By the way, the dark magic in the morning - okay, wizard self-defense magic learning class, how was it? How many did you fail?"

Dennis asked pretending to be casual.

I have been tortured by the history of magic for too long in the morning, and I urgently need some negative emotions from others to replenish my happiness - come on, Jacob, Peter, tell us your unhappiness and make everyone happy.

"How many were hung up?"

The two seventh-grade students wearing goobushi looked at each other, and finally remembered the question discussed by the students in the morning about how many seventh-grade students would fail like the fifth-grade students if they took the exam.

As a result, smiles quickly appeared on their faces - this was even more interesting than Gobushi.

"Exam? There was no exam at all. Not only was there no exam, we also had a very lively lesson. We didn't open the textbook from beginning to end. I think this is the best magic self-defense class I have ever taken at Hogwarts!"

The seventh-grade student said the words without blushing that even William was embarrassed - in fact, he didn't even take out his wand during this class, let alone any advanced magic.

But compared to the first class of fifth graders, as long as there are no exams, it will be paradise.

Happiness comes from contrast, especially when my fifth-grade friend was still complaining about the newly assigned paper, so another friend quickly made up for it.

"Well, not only are the courses excellent, there are no assignments, no papers, and no magic exercises."

"You're kidding!"

"No, there is no benefit in lying to you. You can ask other people to ask. It seems that among the three grades led by Professor William, you are the only ones who take the exam in the first class. The sixth grade classes are also interesting, but they It’s just one more paper.”

"Eh? Dennis? Where are you going?"

"Dormitory, prepare that damn paper before lunch!"

Dennis left his two seventh-grade friends behind without looking back, and the fifth-grade students who followed him to gather information also dispersed in disinterest, resenting the damn O.W.Ls exam with twelve points.

Damn the exam, if it hadn't come, how could our course have turned into this! ! !

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"William, you look happy?"

"Sort of - I've finished my work this week, I'm going to prepare some lessons, and then it's the weekend."

"You should take a look at Singed. He won't have any classes after class on Tuesday..."

Adams gestured to the alchemy professor next to him with his chin, indicating that William still had too little experience.

…

"You have to learn to adapt, Adams. People are different. There is no need to worry too much. Learn to change your thinking direction in everything, and you will find that things suddenly become brighter."

William replied seriously.

"What you said is a bit roundabout. Can you change the direction?"

"That's right, Adams, I'm not jealous now that you have to get up early on Friday to work in the greenhouse."

In response to William, Adams made a highly indecent gesture.

"The students are looking at you. I think you don't want to go to Professor McGonagall to explain."

The alchemy professor just made up the difference - he was very sharp in his language when he was not in the bar.

While the three of them were chatting, Professor Snape came over in the foyer with a livid face.

"Why is Professor Snape looking like this again—the potions class exploded the cauldron again?"

"Isn't it normal for the crucible to explode? How many beginners don't explode it?"

William retorted with his basic knowledge of the food industry - let alone freshmen, even those who rely on magic potions to make a living will overturn when experimenting with new drugs. Unless they want to rest on their laurels for the rest of their lives, do a little experiment and explode a few Crucible is so normal.

"It's not like blowing up the crucible. Maybe he was entangled by Professor Lockhart - sorry, Adams."

The alchemy professor immediately realized something was wrong when he was halfway through speaking. Although it hadn't been a week, most of the professors in the castle knew how well Professor Lockhart could express himself. Around him, normal wizards would even feel suffocated in an instant. Feel.

But Adams admired Lockhart, a professor of herbology who longed for adventure but could not get it, and could only involve himself in it through those readings.

"It doesn't matter. There is no perfect wizard. If he likes to remain unknown, I probably won't be able to see such wonderful adventure stories in my life. But then again, why is Professor Snape so angry?"

"Not me anyway - Professor Snape is known to dislike any Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and I am no exception."

William changed the topic by mocking himself - if there is no fundamental conflict about idols, it is better not to argue.

"I think it makes sense. Professor Snape deliberately sat on the other side of the table even when eating. How could it be you - eh? What's going on with Gryffindor today?"

"What's going on?"

William followed Adams' gaze and saw that at the Gryffindor table, a small group of students were wearing formal attire out of place, making that small table look quite strange.

"It's not the beginning of school or a holiday for these kids, why are they dressed so formally?"

Adams complained nonchalantly, but William suddenly felt something was wrong.

Those faces seemed familiar to him.

Especially when Professor Snape glanced at the students with a livid face, and his face became even more ugly, William suddenly realized that something was wrong.

ps: Chapter 2 is in the daytime