From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Harry's confinement was earned with Ron in bed - the whole world didn't make sense about him driving his car into a school tree.

Seeing that the topic could not continue and Harry had nothing new to say, William simply said goodbye to Hagrid and prepared to go to the Leaky Cauldron alone.

Considering safety and cost-effectiveness, he finally chose to give in to the ashes and choose Floo powder.

"Ahem..."

When William emerged from the one-way fireplace, Old Tom's surprised voice came to his ears.

"Look, who is this?"

"No one. Passing traveler, please give me a glass of water. It would be even better if you can add a few drops of lemon juice."

William patted the ashes on his body and answered in a reading voice.

"Clear water? One galleone a glass, no bargaining."

"You have a heart darker than that of the Ministry of Magic's tax collector, so why don't you have a beer?"

Old Tom happily pushed out the beer and booed, "Keep your voice down, the tax collector is really going to come over in the next two days."

"So early? School has just started."

"Otherwise, they would like to collect taxes once a week. William, how are you doing in school?"

William thought about it carefully and finally came to a rather happy conclusion: "I don't know what the students think, but I am quite happy anyway."

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While William was delivering a speech that could make fifth-grade boys and girls cry silently, in the school cafeteria, Ron and Harry, who finally woke up from a coma, suffered an extremely heavy blow.

Professor McGonagall finally took the time to deal with these two little bastards who destroyed the school's public property.

"Why isn't that professor's magic stronger? If I stay in a coma in Hagrid's house for a day, can I escape this punishment?"

After Professor McGonagall announced the contents of the confinement and turned to leave, the unfortunate Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and sighed.

"Harder? Ron, you've almost passed out!"

"Yes, I passed out, but I'm not vomiting now, right?" Ron spread his hands and laughed, and then began to think about why he passed out.

The huge copper basin...the churning stomach...the dense vomit, as if something strange was moving.

What is it?

Ron became curious. Although his instinct told him that he shouldn't think about it, he couldn't suppress his curiosity.

Squirming? squirming…

It's a spider.

Spider?

Spider... Ron suddenly felt a strong nausea, something began to rise crazily from his throat, and the terrifying scene in his memory resurfaced.

Then…

"Ah! Ron!"

"Ron!"

The two screams almost overlapped, and then Professor McGonagall, who was not far away, immediately turned his head and saw with his own eyes the scene of his student paralyzed on the ground.

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"A magical creature recognizes you more deeply (in awe) and you gain a treasure chest."

William, who was describing interesting things in the school to Old Tom, was interrupted by a sudden prompt. After ignoring the prompt, William continued the previous topic.

"It's probably like this. The stairs in Hogwarts are never obedient. I think the second-year students know the way better than me. Fortunately, the portraits are quite friendly to the professors. They are very helpful when I get lost."

"You're almost like a new kid, little William."

"Maybe, first-year students are starting a new life, and I'm the same way - really, if I continue to stay in that hellish place, I might commit suicide."

William took a long gulp of beer and came to this conclusion.

"Okay, I know you are doing well and are recognized by the teachers and students of the school. After drinking this drink, go away. How can any professor get drunk on the weekend?"

Old Tom laughed and cursed, and put back all the drinks that William could reach on the bar.

"Is this going to blow someone up?"

William smiled and took the last sip, "Okay, it's really shameful to go back to school drunk in the first week of taking office. Then I'll see you next week and let's go."

Quickly walking towards the fire, William sprinkled the Floo powder, waved goodbye to Old Tom, and got into the fire gracefully.

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"Ahem..."

After getting out of the fireplace again, William began to reflect - for example, before getting into the fireplace, you should cover your mouth and nose and don't act cool.

The fireplaces in Hogsmeade have been used for a long time and have more ashes than the Leaky Cauldron.

Most of the fireplaces in Hogwarts are not connected to the Floo network, and the fires in the professors' rooms are also one-way fires that can go out but not in. Unless the principal gives permission, no one can escape the control.

Unless William applies for a temporary route alone, he can only return via Hogsmeade Village - but the application form needs to be approved by Professor McGonagall, so it shouldn't be too troublesome.

‘Yesterday I was debating whether to order a batch of snacks, but I’m on my way today anyway, why not go shopping at Honeydukes? ’

On the way back to Hogwarts, William thought of this question when he picked up a mint candy in his mouth.

So, he took action immediately.

Before William arrived at his destination, he suddenly saw a familiar figure on the road - Adams and a group of students were discussing something over there, with a smile on his face that could feel the joy from a distance.

"Adams, what are you doing? Do you have to make up classes on the weekend?"

William came all the way to say hello.

"William! Come here quickly!"

Adams' voice was uncompromising, and the students around him were chattering non-stop, completely without the restraints they had in school.

"What's going on? Are you bringing students to make up classes on weekends?"

"It's not a make-up lesson, it's a club activity. (Note)"

Adams looked matter-of-fact.

social activity? This is Hogwarts, not a university, let alone a high school over there in Neon. Where are the club activities? Do you want the entire light music club, service club, etc. to start? The painting style doesn’t match at all!

"Societies are normal - there are Gobstone Club, Wizards Chess Club, Quidditch..."

"Wait, Quidditch club? Isn't that the house team?"

"No - one academy only accepts seven people. There are so many wizards who like Quidditch. How can it be that there is only the academy team? The club is a small self-organized group."

"I probably understand."

Although he didn't understand at all why it unfolded like a light novel, William still nodded.

"Just understand. I am the instructor of this club. William, are you interested in joining? I happen to need to take care of the greenhouse sometimes on weekends and don't have time to come over and guide the students."

"It's better to forget about guidance. I don't know that much about herbal medicine. Being a guidance teacher will mislead my students."

William quite self-awarely refused.

"It doesn't matter. Our club is the Sweet Herb Club. It mainly studies the use of herbs in candies to obtain a different kind of sweetness. There will be no accidents. The main responsibility of the instructor is to score the students' arguments. Otherwise They’ll get into a fight.”

What kind of fairy society is this?

William, who couldn't live without sugar since coming out of Azkaban, surrendered without any hesitation.

Note: In Part 5, Umbridge issued Educational Order No. 24 - the main meaning is that no student organizations, associations, teams and clubs may exist without the approval of the Senior Inquisitor.

In the same source, the existence of the Gobstone Club is confirmed.

ps: It seems that if you want to add more, you have to write it in the morning... I won't be able to do it tonight, I will start writing tomorrow morning