From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Okay, in this lesson we introduce the magical creatures that you need to prevent in advance if you go out on adventures, as well as the spells commonly used to dispel them - of course, this is not perfect, just the most common ones."

"You should know what to write in the paper -" William smiled lazily at everyone, "Well, today's class is over, we will see you next week."

A group of students filed out, discussing the content of the course before leaving the classroom.

For children of this age, adventure is always aspirational. Although they are a little regretful that the professor did not catch a dragon, just hearing the stories related to adventure is enough for them. Excited.

Although William considers himself not as well-informed as Professor Lockhart and has legendary adventures that could be written into books, the smugglers in Azkaban often sleep in the wilderness at night in order to avoid the free food provided by the Ministry of Magic. Not too bad.

'Speaking of which, adventurer is indeed a good profession. At least you don't have to worry about attackers coming to cause trouble when you sleep. Even when they aim their wands at you, you can calmly say that you are looking for the wrong one. Sleep next door by the fire. The ones that are smuggled. ’

William, who was packing up his handouts, was amused by the joke that suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he realized that there was a student standing at the door of the classroom.

‘Has life become too comfortable and vigilance has weakened? ’

With such self-doubt, William walked out of the classroom in a few steps, only to find that the two people standing at the door were quite familiar to him - they had just met last night.

"What, Percy classmate, is there anything else?"

William looked like nothing happened.

"Professor...I...I, last night..."

It was obvious that this child had put in a lot of courage to come forward and surrender. At first glance, he looked like a student who had made no mistakes.

However, William had heard this student's name from other professors, and his dean, Professor McGonagall, specially introduced this student to William.

This child is regarded as a sixth-grade middle school hegemon. He showed admirable learning ability when he was in third grade, and obtained twelve certificates in the fifth-grade graduation exam.

This is an amazing achievement, because some classes are not just once a week. The class schedules of the twelve classes are seriously conflicting, and twelve certificates have to be obtained. You even have to apply for special help from the Ministry of Magic to complete the coursework on time.

William looked at Weasley's secretive expression and suspected that all his illegal abilities were placed on his younger brother's side.

"Last night? What happened, Percy?"

This sentence was successful. Weasley, who wanted to surrender, was confused. William smiled at him: "The stars were beautiful yesterday, and I didn't notice the rest."

"Yes, Professor."

To William's expectation, it seemed that not punishing Percy was the biggest punishment. After William refused to admit that he saw him last night, the child left unhappy.

‘Is this child unexpectedly the kind of person who follows the rules and admits that if he makes a mistake, he should be punished, even if he doesn’t let himself go? ’

William closed the classroom door and thought as he walked.

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"William, are you finished with class?"

In the staff lounge, Adams was lying lazily on the rocking chair, with an aura of abandonment emerging from his whole body.

But William knew that was not the case - part of the herbs in the greenhouse had been harvested, and Adams had to work an extra night shift to finish harvesting the herbs with his seventh-grade children. He was simply exhausted.

There was nothing he could do. Professor Sprout was old and obviously couldn't stay up all night.

"I finished the class and I feel pretty good. Although it was a little off topic, the students liked it very much. It can be considered as a good introduction to the topic I originally planned. By the way, why are there only so many people in the staff lounge today?"

"Quidditch."

Adams cherished words like gold and wished he could close his eyes.

"Quidditch?"

"Yes, the flying class for the freshmen is about to start. Mrs. Hooch needs to check the broom in advance. The professors all went there on the pretext of helping - it's on the front lawn."

Adams looked like he was over-cultivation, and spoke a long list of words quickly, as if he wanted William to run to the lawn immediately and join in Quidditch.

Considering that he might have only slept for less than three hours, William smiled and shook his head, and then left the lounge as he wished.

The main reason is that William himself is also very interested in broomsticks - although technically, he was captured in Azkaban on a broomstick.

'For flying, even wizards have to rely on brooms. This is neither scientific nor magical. ’

William thought so on the way out of the castle.

But at this moment, he no longer cares about the difference between science and magic. Since he came to the magic world, he has never touched a broomstick in person!

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The sunshine in September is warm enough but not scorching, and it hasn't rained recently. The temperature at Hogwarts is exactly the temperature most suitable for human habitation, not too warm and not too cold.

There were no students outside the castle on Monday. The neat lawn trimmed by the house elves was pleasing to the eye. It made people want to sleep on it and waste the whole morning in luxury.

But William is not here to kill time, and the lawn is no more attractive than flying on a broomstick.

'After all, it's a flight. If I didn't take this opportunity, I would have to buy the broom myself. Plus with procrastination, I don't know when it will be pushed out. ’

William walked towards the lawn, walking in a daze.

Just when he was stunned, the shouts of other professors suddenly came from ahead.

"Professor William! Professor William!"

It's Singed - he's pretty active when he's not at the bar.

"I'm here. I heard you were checking. I'll see if there's anything I can do to help."

William smiled towards that side.

"You're late. We've checked it out. There's no big problem. We're going to do a test flight, but I think the test flight doesn't seem interesting, so I'm going to play a little simple Quidditch."

Professor Kettleburn showed a bright smile, but just looking at his smile, William felt that only the last sentence was the key point.

Sure enough, these professors came out specifically to have fun.

But even Mrs. Hooch, who was in charge of these things, looked cheerful, and William felt that he seemed to have underestimated Quidditch.

Maybe the principal will be very happy to join when he comes out?

As for the vice-principal Professor McGonagall - William had heard that this vice-principal had participated in the school team before.

"Just in time, we still have one person left to form a team. William, you can also come and be a batsman. We are short of time and don't need the Golden Snitch."

Professor Kettleburn said with a smile, as if I was the judge.

Ah, this...

You won’t believe it, but I used to do this for a living, but now I’ve never touched a broom...

ps: No more tonight...