From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Very good, very good...it looks like there are no arms or legs missing."

William looked at the two students with a smile, and made comments that were not very human.

Is it true that you have no arms or legs?

But the two of them were so aggrieved that they didn't dare to get angry or speak out - they knew what happened when they saw the toilet seat when they got home, and naturally they had nothing to say when they were beaten later.

"OWLs results are very good."

William smiled and patted the two of them on the shoulders, "You worked hard throughout the school year last year, and your results are worthy of your efforts."

The two people who were a little cheerful at first suddenly felt a little hot in their eyes - was that an effort?

That's desperate!

It was okay that William didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, the two of them felt aggrieved.

It's so tiring, so tiring. For a whole year, they have been staring at reviewing, reviewing, reviewing since last summer vacation.

If you are a little lazy in school, you will be greeted by the professor trying to deal with it.

Various methods were as fragile as a piece of paper under countless assignments - their various copying skills had nowhere to hide under the premise of the professor's fixed gaze. William only used potions to deal with them at first. After taking down the paper, I simply stared at the two people's papers and started checking them. Basically, they would not let the two of them find any opportunities to take advantage of the loopholes.

"Looking very bitter, the OWLs exam is over, and I don't have enough time to assign so many homeworks to the sixth graders."

William took out a small package of multi-flavor beans from his right pocket and handed it to the two guys with red eyes, "Do you have any plans for the new school year? Are you planning to further your studies in self-defense?"

After the OWLs exam in fifth grade, students are in a semi-graduated state, and all subjects have become electives. If they are willing, they can even retain their student status and practice outside for a whole year - many jobs only require OWLs certificates. , which is why the OWLs exam is so important.

"We're still considering it...Professor."

The two hesitated for a while, but Fred finally spoke, "Last year we stopped doing too many things that we wanted to do. Those designed experiments and joke products that had long been drawn have been shelved for too long. long time…"

"The courses in the advanced class are also a bit esoteric for us... As you suggested last year, we also want to take alchemy courses..."

"That's what happened."

William nodded - since the two of them are devoted to creation, in addition to the three basic courses of potions, herbalism, and transfiguration, alchemy is naturally an essential elective.

The courses in the advanced class are far more difficult than those in the regular classes for grades one to five. Even the students who were about to be promoted to grade seven under William's guidance had a few who failed the final exam - where is the difficulty of the NEWTs exam? , it is impossible for him to let loose in class and exams.

If the content of the improved class is not improved, what is the difference between it and ordinary higher education?

Therefore, except for those who are particularly good at academics, the rest of the students have chosen to attend a few advanced classes in order to keep their grades from falling too sharply.

“Great choice.”

He nodded, "It's not easy to figure out what you want. Last year, I helped you learn some of the commonly used protective magic. After that, you have to study it in depth on your own."

"Then keep working hard - maybe you can build a new joke store brand."

Contrary to the twins' imagination, the professor's face didn't look angry at all...

"professor…"

The tone of the two of them was a little hoarse, "Well... can we go to your class to observe? We will hand in the homework when you think it is necessary."

"Listen in?"

William was stunned for a moment, "I'm afraid this won't work - I won't be teaching the sixth grade next year. A new professor has come to the school, and he is very qualified. I plan to let him take over the sixth grade so that students can experience another style of magic. "

? ? ?

The two of them were stunned with a bit of sadness and guilt. They even forgot to look at each other and were dumbfounded.

Professor, didn't you originally plan to take us with you after sixth grade?

Didn't you think that we have outstanding talents, so you advised us to continue training in self-defense?

Isn't this how you raised Percy?

We have also been struggling for a long time because if you don't take electives, you may lose two caring assistants - why can Percy get Galleons as an assistant!

"New professor?"

"Yes, it hasn't been announced yet, but the candidate has been confirmed. The new professor is former Auror Alastor Moody. It's best if you don't dig into the secret tunnels when you study in the new school year. I think there is a high chance that he will return to the profession. Jiuye uses the same method to catch Death Eaters to catch students who break the rules - he is a professional."

"We will be arrested if we don't take elective courses?"

"Most likely, I think he and I have similar positions. If any student in the school violates the rules, they should be arrested. As far as arresting people is concerned, he is much more professional than me."

…

After encouraging the twins who had lost their vitality and happiness, William said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley happily - Percy was not here and was still busy working in the Far East, and the other students were not his direct students. The home visits can come to an end.

‘Next, should we go to Adams’ to hang out, or go to the Ministry of Magic to see their desserts? ’

William began to get entangled - it would be some time before the game started, and he had to find a place to stay.

"Go find Adams... Forget about the desserts from the Ministry of Magic. The catering in Azkaban is made by the Ministry of Magic. It always feels weird to eat at the Ministry of Magic, not to mention it is a shock. Hand’s lounge…”

Although it would definitely not be the case now that a large number of beaters would be summoned to gather around, he still felt like he was going to eat pork chop rice...

Shaking his head, he quickly came to another camp.

The administrator here is called Payne. Although it is very awkward, he does have this name.

"Ah - hello, may I ask, who are you..."

The administrator held the thick document and asked responsibly.

"I'm here to visit a friend. I didn't reserve a campsite."

"Visiting friends?"

He glanced at William's clothes, and then subconsciously took another look - a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Visiting friends? Oh my god - why do you group of friends come to this place for a gathering?"

He lowered his voice, "If I were you, I would run far away with my friends. There are so many devil's believers here!"

"They were wearing strange clothes, talking nonsense, and carrying a ceremonial stick in their hands - they thought they were hiding well!"

…

Weird sticks...

Okay... While they were chatting, William even saw the guy with the wand stuck in his butt.

Really, where the confidentiality law doesn’t work, everyone just plays around...

"Don't call the police, just leave secretly - I only said this when I saw you were dressed like a normal person, here..."

He shook his head, "At least they are willing to pay, although the payment is messy."

"Okay, I will definitely pay attention..."

William nodded, responded seriously and tried not to laugh out loud - a little ahead of him, there was an old wizard wearing women's pajamas, proudly introducing something to the people around him...

After bidding farewell to the serious administrator and asking him about Adams' specific location, he ignored a group of wizards who should have gone to Azkaban in the rest of Britain and walked towards his destination.

"Professor William!"

Cedric Diggory's voice sounded, and William smiled and turned around - Cedric was the best kid in the fifth grade exam this time, and he had a gentle personality, except for being too stubborn where unnecessary. Other than that, no big problem.

"Good afternoon, Cedric."

Looking at the middle-aged wizard standing around him, William finally chose a more intimate way of calling him by name.

"Professor William!"

The red-faced wizard with a short brown beard stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand towards William, and shook it.

"I've heard my Said talk about you for a long time, and I just met you for the first time today."

"I am Amos Diggory, Ced's father, and I work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

He hurriedly introduced himself, "My Seid has been talking about you throughout the holidays, Professor - he said that he learned a lot of learning methods from you that he could not master before."

"This kid is too humble -" William shook his head slightly, "He is very good, talented, and willing to work hard. He deserves to achieve such results. We have made statistics in the school and he is the well-deserved first place in this exam. .”

"Really? That's great!"

Although it can be seen by looking at the transcript, the fact that the professor personally came to confirm made this matter much more convincing.

"That, Professor."

Amos lowered his voice, "Well, about employment..."

"He will definitely be fine. Even the most picky Auror recruiter will not be able to screen him out. You should know this better than me, Mr. Amos."

"I'm still a little worried."

Amos smiled innocently, "Also, this year is about to start...does he have a chance?"

"The chance is great, but it depends on the choice of the Goblet of Fire. It can always surprise us and pick some candidates we can't think of."

William was not surprised that Mr. Amos would know about the Triwizard Tournament - although the tournament was still under discussion, the other party said that he worked in the Department for the Management of Magical Creatures, so he must have got a lot of information.

The Triwizard Tournament is indispensable for magical creatures, and the import and export of dangerous species must be reviewed by the office.

"It would be great if he gets selected, he always has a chance."

“But speaking of it, it’s actually a bit dangerous if you choose one—” He shook his head and lowered his voice, “You should know that Professor Hagrid applied a lot this summer and got a lot of dangerous magical creatures. "

What application report did Hagrid file again?

"There's even a manticore among them - another dangerous creature at the xxxxx level."

this…

It's really hard for William to comment... Under the advanced level, dangerous creatures at the xxxxx level should be considered normal... right?

"This year, the ministry is full of these messy creatures. We even have a thunderbird in custody now - I don't know how those smugglers did it. They just got it from America."

"Thunderbird?"

"No...even though the danger level is slightly lower, the magic world in America is keeping a close eye on this thing, and I don't know where those smugglers get their energy..."

William began to hesitate - a thunderbird held in the Ministry of Magic...

That's a big job of more than five thousand galleons...

Pooh…

You're wrong, that's the guy who was rated as one of the most bizarre magical creatures.

Although it is a xxxx-level dangerous creature like the Phoenix, its magic is beyond the reach of other creatures.

Previously, he planned to find a way to screen people in the school to prevent infiltration...Thunderbird seems to be just right.

This special magical creature can summon storms and heavy rains. If you mix the Appearance Potion into the rain, and then let it fall with the rain - it doesn't have to be too big, as long as it is in the Hogwarts... Express (William thought awkwardly) ) It will rain lightly when we arrive at the station, and then just let everyone get wet.

The rain caused by creatures like thunderbirds naturally amplifies the effects of pharmaceuticals - this is documented.

If you work a little overtime and brew a little more potion, rainfall won't be a problem.

All that's left is to find an excuse to get the professors out in the rain too... How about the Thunderbirds are out of control so everyone needs to go out in the rain to protect the students? Anyway, the plan will definitely have to go through Dumbledore's hands, so Hagrid's involvement is not a big problem.

One move... I can't tell how much it will take.

Hagrid got a brief opportunity to raise thunderbirds. The school could eliminate the disguise of students and professors. He could relax and not worry about his colleague named Tom Riddle. Even the new Mad-Eye could... memorize it. pot…

'It's decided, write to Dumbledore and apply for the Thunderbird - it's not too late after school starts. ’

"That thunderbird is still in good custody."

"Yes, the main reason is that the investigation of the smuggling gang is really too busy. Everyone is very busy with two large games. It will have to stay in our office until the case is concluded."

"Yeah, I've been very busy this year - by the way, is there a place where I can rent owls?"

"owl?"

"I guess the post office doesn't have it, but Professor, you can use mine first."

"Thank you, Mr. Amos."

William thanked him while quickly organizing his thoughts.

The problem that had been bothering him for a long time was solved in one fell swoop - a very good start.

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"That Professor William sent an owl to deliver a message to Hogwarts."

"It's okay - but Dumbledore won't be coming, will he?"

"No correspondence has arrived from Dumbledore."

"Okay then, what is that professor doing now?"

"Home visit?"

The assistant answered uncertainly - it looked like he was looking for a colleague, but the people he went to were all the homes of outstanding students this year.

"It should be a home visit, that's what I think, Minister."

"He is truly a responsible professor - it would be great if all professors at Hogwarts were like this."

Fudge sighed.

"By the way, have the activities for the awarding ceremony of the second-level medal been arranged?"

"It's arranged. The relevant documents are here."

"Very good. It seems that I can give good news to that dedicated professor tonight."