From Azkaban To Hogwarts

This was a room that was temporarily converted into a batter's lounge. In addition to William, there were six prisoners in custody sitting in the room.

However, the beaters had no intention of ventilating the prisoners. Even if they were idle, they began to look at the decoration of the room without chatting with each other to pass the time. This made William panic.

If they are really here to recruit workers, are just a few workers worth the trouble?

Just when he was thinking wildly, the first prisoner had been sent inside, and the door was tightly closed without even a sound being made.

This isn't like training prisoners, it's like looking for death warriors - but why is Hogwarts looking for death warriors? Raise an army to attack the Ministry of Magic?

Before William could think of the second possibility, the door to the room was pushed open.

When the beater took him into the house, he realized that he was ranked second.

This made him feel relieved at once. According to the rules of most stories, the first to win must lose. People like him who were the second to participate in the test were either on the background board or were invited to make up the numbers. There was no need to worry about safety issues.

The moment he entered the door, he quickly glanced at the two interviewers and found that the two interviewers in front of him looked familiar.

A man with white hair and silver beard, tall and thin, wearing half-moon glasses, looked very much like Gandalf. William had eaten pictures of this interviewer from the chocolate frogs he saw only two or three times a month, and knew that he was the current Hogg. Principal Watts, recognized as the first white wizard, Dumbledore.

Incidentally, it is worth mentioning that the shipment rate of Dumbledore cards in Chocolate Frog is astonishingly high. William and the others actually ate four Dumbledore cards in just a few packs.

William seems to have met the other one, and he can probably guess that the other person is Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts - but if she is not with Dumbledore, William will not have this confidence.

For the current William, the two are out-and-out big shots.

Even though the striker could easily deal with any prisoner in Azkaban, when these two were in need, the striker at the door didn't even dare to chat.

"Lee William, right?" Dumbledore, who was wearing a gray robe, looked at the information in his hand and asked with a smile.

"Yes, sir." William replied with an extremely dignified attitude.

"Don't be so nervous, please sit here."

A chair was pulled over by Dumbledore's magic.

After William sat down, Professor McGonagall next to him began to ask questions quickly.

"You came here on a smuggling charge, right? Did you know it was illegal before you did it?"

"I know, Professor."

"What's the reason?"

"The craftsmanship is too poor. After taking a potion order, the success rate was too low. As a result, I lost a large amount of herbal medicine and had to smuggle it in."

William resisted the urge to cover his face and answered.

"But I know from the Ministry of Magic's report that you already had a large sum of money when you were arrested. Isn't that enough?"

"Many of the damaged herbal medicines are specialties from the Far East. During that time, there were no herbal medicines from the Far East in the UK - what I need to pay for is the potion. If I just lose money, I won't be able to become a professor in the potion business in the future."

"You've never been to school?"

"Yes, I was taken away from home by my former teacher before I was eleven years old. My parents received a large amount of money and happily sent me away. Later I learned from historical materials that Hogwarts In order to ease the conflict after becoming independent wild wizards, the recruitment of apprentices is given priority over admission to Hogwarts, but now more and more people choose to go to Hogwarts."

William honestly carried his background information, and because he had no sense of involvement, he could only pretend to be expressionless.

"Later, the teacher passed away after a failed potion experiment, and the laboratory was in tatters due to the explosion during the failure. I simply started a potion business to support myself. However, after failing several times in a row, I had no choice but to go to work. The Far East obtained herbal medicine and remade the potion."

"Okay, we basically understand this."

Professor McGonagall started writing and drawing on the paper in front of her. Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

"Then I'm out, Professor."

William saluted, turned around, and walked towards the door.

Although those deeds were all experienced by the original person, for some reason, when describing these things, he always had the feeling that this silent old man could see through all lies.

This gave William the illusion that he would be exposed the next moment when describing a past that did not entirely belong to him.

Just as he was about to open the door, Dumbledore behind him suddenly spoke.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. William."

Dumbledore stood up, then quickly walked to the cabinet on the wall and took out a broken stone basin (Note 1).

"Although it is a bit presumptuous, can you share the memories of that experiment? I only want those memories and will not interfere with the rest of your privacy."

Memories of failed experiments?

William was stunned for a moment, and then let those memories quickly tumble through his mind - Could it be that the original guy had tampered with the materials before the experiment and was waiting to receive his teacher's inheritance?

Those memories were too long, so he only glanced at them briefly. He was more concerned about how to get in and the issues related to learning magic. As for other things, William didn't care much.

They're all in Azkaban, what's the use of understanding the past? The internal danger doesn't exist, but the external danger - there are so many dementors guarding the outside.

After quickly confirming that the original person who was scared to death didn't have the guts to do anything, William secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I need a wand."

"It's right over there, feel free to use it."

Dumbledore's expression was as relaxed as ever, and he was not worried that William would have any strange thoughts about the wand.

When the wand touched the temple, a slender thread was picked out under the influence of magic, and then pulled into the basin by William.

Soon, all of William's memories about that experiment began to emerge in the basin, not missing a single bit from beginning to end.

The angry wizard, the timid apprentice, the cursing instructions, the messy laboratory filled with precious materials - and at the end of the memory, the big explosion that destroyed the entire laboratory.

William also repeated his memory. Although he knew that even if he rejected the two professors in front of him, they would not say anything, but after he confirmed that his memory was fine, he was very willing to try something new in the magic world - this kind of ability The magic world probably doesn't have much stock of things that can recreate memories.

The magic that exists in memory is almost nothing compared to the magic that is actually displayed in front of you.

Turn around, open the door, close the door, all in one go.

It wasn't until he sat among the prisoners that he took a long breath and exhaled - it turns out that this is the magic wand, this is the feeling of releasing magic.

My hand speed doesn't seem to have improved at all. I'll make up for it tomorrow morning.