From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Hey, Harry, what do you think the professor is doing mysteriously?"

After walking around the table but failing to find anything to eat, Ron chatted to Harry in disappointment.

Spending Halloween surrounded by ghosts sounds cool, but in reality it is just that, especially when there is no food - a half-year-old child cannot resist hunger, and when his stomach protests, everything is boring.

"How do I know-" Harry was also hungry. If he hadn't promised Nick to say a few nice words to him, he would have slipped out at this moment.

Although there is a professor who feels safe, professors cannot be used to fill their stomachs...

"sky!"

There was an exclamation in the distance, and then the exclamation spread throughout the entire venue like it was contagious.

"what happened!"

"Barrow!"

"Go and have a look!"

When Harry and Ron looked at each other in surprise. The ghosts in the surrounding area began to boil. The milky white ghosts dropped what they were doing and rushed toward the ceiling desperately.

"What happened to them?"

Ron opened his mouth wide. Even if he grew up in the magical world, he had never seen such a sight. Hundreds of white light groups shot towards the sky, as if they were going to penetrate the ceiling.

"how could I know!"

Harry's expression was equally stunned, and he began to look around, trying to find a familiar ghost to help him solve his puzzles.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen. The originally cheerful underground classroom seemed to become empty in just a few seconds - the dancers, guests, and even the band were all gone.

The noisy musical saws were scattered on the ground, and their owners had already rushed toward the ceiling.

Harry finally saw the 'person' who invited him, the almost headless Nick.

The knight was a little behind the other ghosts, but when Harry cast his doubtful eyes on him, the organizer seemed to be angry and rushed up faster than the others, hitting the ceiling with his head.

The light from the ceiling lamp burning with blue candles swayed in the wind brought by the ghosts as they passed by. The flames grew and fell, and then went out completely - the darkness began to erode the already weak light, and the chill It became more and more obvious in the darkness.

A huge flame suddenly appeared in mid-air, and then, a blue flame also lit up next to it.

"There are two more, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, where are you?"

The professor's voice came from the distance, and Harry took out his wand and lit it with fluorescent light.

"Professor, we are over here!"

Ron waved - there was something wrong with his wand and he wouldn't take it out if he couldn't use it.

"As long as it's safe," the professor's voice came, with a relaxed tone, "Those guys are not authentic, just leave and turn off the lights."

Harry heard a snap of fingers, and then the brightness of the overhead light on the ceiling continued to increase, which made him look up to the sky - the candles that were originally extinguished were lit in circles starting from the innermost side. Although the color of the candlelight is still scary, the light is finally back.

'It's okay. Casting spells becomes much easier once the ghosts are gone. The piles of ghosts are scary enough. ’

William nodded, and the fire ball controlled in his hand did not go out. "Miss Weasley, how did you and the ghosts go about asking for memories?"

There was no answer to this question, but William knew what was going on just by looking at the child's face - the environment was so bad that no one would want to stay longer after the novelty wore off, let alone conduct detailed questioning.

"Okay, then find more friends you made when you entered school and see what they say, but remember not to admit any conditions or promises made by your past self. If anyone forces you, go to the dean."

William did not hesitate to add some extra work to Professor McGonagall.

"What about you, you still have unfinished business—who?"

William's wand was even faster than his voice, and a blocking spell hit the foot of the wall before he could finish his words.

But it had no effect. The twelve ghost horses passed through the obstacle spell like a taunt, and the headless horseman above charged fiercely towards the center of the field.

'Damn it - what the hell! ’

William gritted his teeth and waved his wand. A strange purple light emitted from his wand, and then he rushed towards the leading knight crazily. The big ghost screamed and rushed underground with his horse, but it had no effect. The purple light The light hit him, and then, a thin layer of ice spread from its body, quickly freezing both people and horses.

The noisy knights suddenly stopped, their headless bodies staring at William, "What did you do!"

William didn't even say a word, and pointed his wand at the next knight - he had just left a group of ghosts. His condition was not very good, and black magic could only be used a few times.

"We surrender! We are just here to attend the party!"

The Headless Horseman who was pointed at by the wand quickly raised his hands, and his head that was originally clamped and hidden fell to the ground. It sank half down and floated up again, shouting loudly.

'attend banquet? ’

William, who was about to cast the spell for the second time, stopped instantly - although the place is empty now, it was really ghosts not long ago, and a bunch of ghosts were here to celebrate their birthday...

‘Is this a late guest? ’

William had doubts in his mind, but he did not stop moving his hand. The hand that was not holding the wand slapped behind him, "You guys, come behind me."

The four children quickly came to his side, and then William asked the headless horseman in front.

"The banquet has already started, why did you come?"

‘Where’s the party? It was almost like I had just been robbed! ’

The Headless Horseman looked at the messy ground around him, complaining in his heart, but he did not dare to express it. He said it in a very aggrieved tone, "We are the final Headless Hunters team. We are here specifically to celebrate Nick's birthday. We are quite famous... "

‘Quite famous? ’

Why haven't I heard of it? The rumors in Azkaban are spreading enough, but you have never heard of this team?

"Have you heard of the Headless Hunters?"

William asked in a low voice - his intelligence in this area was indeed weak. Although there were students behind him, the students might know more anecdotes, especially since there were two pure-blood children.

But William didn't expect that Harry, who he thought was the least likely to answer the question, would eventually answer him.

"I remember, Professor," Harry also lowered his voice, "Nick asked me to say something nice to the leader of this team. He has always dreamed of joining this team."

Are you really a guest at the show?

William was a little embarrassed - the stories related to the Headless Horseman were all in the horror story category. He had also watched movies and TV series about the Headless Horseman and had always been quite afraid of this creature. With so many people rushing out, the obstacle spell doesn't work, so black magic can only be used.

"Sorry, I made a mistake. I thought it was the attacker." William said in an apologetic voice, "Some unpleasant things happened recently, and I was too nervous."

"It doesn't matter."

The head of the one whose head fell on the ground flew up again, looking at William's wand that had not relaxed, his tone was quite kind.

"Can you let Patrick go first, Professor?"

"No problem," William responded readily - although the solution was difficult, since he hit the wrong person, he still had to solve it.

Fortunately, the opponent is a ghost, and the almost irreversible sequelae have no effect on these dead guys. As long as the magic is removed, the opponent can still jump around...

"Great, Professor," the headless horseman put his head on his neck and got off the horse, "Where are Nick and the others? Didn't it say that today is the 500th anniversary of Nick's death?"

"It should be to see Barrow, I'm not sure -" William's tone was also very kind, after all, it was because he was too nervous, "Bart rushed up all of a sudden, I think he might be going down, like Same as Ms. Grey, but he didn't turn into light in the basement..."

"Go on?"

William's speculation was interrupted before he finished speaking. The remaining people who claimed to be hunters clamped their horses and rushed upward. The dismounted man didn't even have time to get on his horse, so he pulled the horse and rushed upward...

‘You don’t care about this person underground? ’

William didn't even finish his rants before those people disappeared. He could only wave his wand to slowly thaw the frozen ghosts in front of him - this was not an easy job.

Magic itself is good at destruction, and black magic brings its destructive properties to the extreme. Correspondingly, it is much more difficult to break the curse. Fortunately, it was his own spell. It took more than half a minute, and William finally used it the fastest and with the biggest sequelae. The magic broke the freeze—the ghost ignored the aftereffects anyway.

"Wait a moment, there is still a horse that has not been untied."

William ordered the big man, but the anxious ghost didn't even wait for him to cast a spell and rushed toward the ceiling with the frozen horse on his back, without even saying a word.

"Wait a minute, if you don't untie it, it will take at least half a year or more to thaw!"

William shouted towards the sky, but it had no effect - the other party had already rushed to the ceiling before the second half of the sentence came out.

"That's it."

William muttered something in a low voice and didn't bother to shut him up - the ghost wouldn't die anyway, and the spell would break on its own.

He looked down at the four students and said, "Okay, the guests and hosts have run away. We obviously don't need to stay any longer. Let's go back and have something to eat. The banquet should still be open."

Naturally, the four of them would not object. Even Harry, who still had the task of saying good things, had nothing else to do. The banquet had not started yet, so what good things could he say?

——

"Professor, are you using dark magic?"

On the way back, a group of shocked children finally recovered, and their curiosity returned with the rising temperature. Hermione, the most knowledgeable person, couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, black magic, after all, ordinary magic has been laughed at," William nodded, "I have to admit, I'm a little nervous."

"Yes, but you are..."

Harry was a little speechless. The predecessor of the current self-defense magic class was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the teacher of this class actually used dark magic?

"How can people who don't understand it fight it?" William responded with a smile. As he moved away from the ghost nest, his mood became better and better, and he was very willing to answer questions.

"Think about it, if a wizard has never read a single book and then claims that he can use hundreds of magics, wouldn't that be pure nonsense?"

"Of course, this example is not appropriate, but it's almost the meaning - the professor of this course can't even use black magic, how can he teach people defense."

Speaking of this, William felt that he had a tendency to encourage black magic to bring bad students, so he quickly added.

"Of course, I'm not saying that you have to master black magic if you want to face it, nor am I saying that using black magic is a good thing. If possible, I hope you won't touch black magic for the rest of your life. After all, as a spell, it is classified as black magic. The effect of the magic spell is too evil."

"So Professor, what happened to Nick and the others?"

Seeing that William didn't want to talk more about dark magic, Harry asked another question.

"Maybe they are the ghosts who decided to continue walking. You have to know that ghosts are unwilling to face death." William shook his head. "Actually, they don't like themselves like this, but they just can't encourage them. You have the courage to accept death, and then you are trapped in a ghost state."

"But, is that better than death?"

William shook his head, "I remember that you lower grade students are not allowed to cast spells during the holidays. How do you feel when you pick up your wand again at the beginning of school?"

"It couldn't be better, Professor!"

"But as a ghost, you can no longer hold a wand, let alone enjoy delicious food, and can no longer go to new places. You can only wander in memories -" William sighed, "Losing power and losing perception. , losing exploration, such an eternal life is worse than death."

…

"Okay, the banquet hall is here. I have some important things to do. I have to go to the office first. You can sneak in. If you are stopped, just say that I took you to the banquet - but just this once."

William pointed not far away, preparing to part ways with the students.

At today's banquet, he heard a lot of secrets from Bloody Barro. In order to prevent memory confusion, he had to quickly copy these things down and then use them.

Although Barrow did not turn into light in front of him, judging from the reactions of those ghosts, it is estimated that Barrow will never be seen again, and there is nowhere to ask for this information.

'The Ravenclaw information should have nothing to do with the curse, but to be on the safe side, I'd better keep it a secret - give it to Professor Flitwick when the dust settles, he might like it. Professor Binns should also like these materials, but you have to wait before giving them to him. Professor Binns can afford to wait anyway...'

While copying the information, William was thinking about the future use of these information.

‘Okay, there should be no deviation. ’

Two large pieces of parchment were filled with tonight's questions, which made William extremely satisfied.

‘I don’t know what’s going on at the banquet, I’m feeling hungry. ’

"Bart, can you bring me some food?"

William shouted towards Sora.

It took a long time for Bart to come over with the food, "Sorry Professor, sorry!"

The elf apologized quickly, "The kitchen is in chaos. We are busy preparing some food for the students. The banquet was messed up by those ghosts, and Peeves took the opportunity to cause chaos!"