From Azkaban To Hogwarts

,"good morning students…"

"Hello, classmates, I am your new classmate..."

"Hello, comrades..."

"Ahem, classmates, class starts now!"

…

William got up early, looked in the mirror and began to study how to introduce himself to the students and make opening remarks before class.

But what he didn't expect was that he had already prepared everything he wanted to say, but this opening statement stuck him for more than an hour.

Fortunately, in the end, he finally came up with a set of introductions that should be flawless, and then he left the room with satisfaction and went to the restaurant to eat.

The weather today was not good, with dark clouds, but William didn't pay much attention.

He has prepared two or three teaching methods for his sixth-grade students, but he is still not sure which one is better.

Probably because of the gloomy weather, the professors didn't get up very early, or simply gave up breakfast. The entire staff table was scattered, and William couldn't even see the professors he had talked with last night.

‘But this is not bad, at least I can eat something in peace. ’

While thinking about it, William added a piece of bacon to a piece of bread, then picked the dishes on the table and made himself a sandwich.

Worse than a bar, but infinitely better than Azkaban.

If he hadn't agreed to come to Hogwarts at that time, he would probably still be in prison in Azkaban?

William was thinking as he brought a bowl of porridge from the table, and then heard the sound of owls flapping their wings.

‘Still having breakfast, right? ’

Before this thought had even occurred to him, hundreds of owls had already swooped into the restaurant.

What's going on in this school that doesn't allow people to have a good breakfast?

While William quickly pulled out his wand and cast a spell to protect the surrounding food, he observed the other professors at the table - compared to William, these professors were much calmer and easily blocked the scattered dust and owl feathers. , judging from the skill level, such a large number of owls visiting is definitely not sudden.

After checking the food, he began to look around - in Azkaban, people who don't pay attention to what's going on around them will suffer a lot, although William used to like to watch the excitement after emergencies.

The owls circle around the entire restaurant, find their owners or targets, and then land on each other's tables to bring letters or packages to each other.

Although it is not as convenient as the telephone, the transportation speed of items feels much faster than express delivery - there will never be a fire in the express delivery with Owl Transport, right?

I just don’t know if using owls to transport owl food will cause an accident along the way.

William, who had rented an owl to deliver letters several times, had such a reverie for the first time, and couldn't help but have fun.

But soon, the temporary calm was destroyed by a loud female voice.

"...I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fired you for stealing a car. Let's see how I deal with you then!"

A sound that was a hundred times louder than a normal person's throat filled the entire auditorium. William watched helplessly as a spoon slowly slid into the soup amidst the trembling caused by the loud sound.

The sound hit the stone wall, and the unexpected quality of Hogwarts' architecture didn't dampen the echo much at all. It shook the entire auditorium.

William hesitated for a moment, then remembered what kind of terrifying existence this was - the roaring letter.

As the name suggests, the letter is full of endless malice from the moment it is sent. The person who receives the letter will either die or wait to explode. Ordinary wizards can only make choices honestly. Only people who often do things that are not approved by the Ministry of Magic have some tricks to deal with this thing.

As a former prisoner who had been to Azkaban, the ultimate training class for dark wizards, William had naturally heard about these topics there.

In that hellish place of Azkaban, no news comes in every day. Even the most stupid people have the habit of talking. If they don't share something with others, they either have hidden secrets buried in their hearts or their minds. Apart from these two, the only ones left are those who are driven crazy by the dementors guarding them all day long.

However, William did not intend to help the student solve this problem - just seeing that the method had not been spread among wizards for so many years, we knew that it was not a method that was easily accepted by the public.

Taking out his wand and sealing his ears so that the sound would no longer torture his eardrums, William began to deal with his porridge.

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"Look, new professor."

At the Hufflepuff dining table, a group of witches gathered together looked around the auditorium with expressions of spectatorship, exchanging interesting summer vacation stories that they had not finished talking about yesterday under the cover of shouting letters.

Just now, taking advantage of the chaos, a dozen people from the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables slipped over to chat. The prefect who was supposed to be in charge of discipline was completely suppressed by the shouting letter and was unable to do anything at all.

"What's so good about Professor? He's not well-known, but he only looks good. He has an embroidered pillow. Professor Lockhart is a being with first-class strength and appearance."

"Yes, yes, why do you want him to take over the sixth grade class? I thought it was Professor Lockhart!"

"That's you! Superficial! There must be a reason why Dumbledore chose him as professor. Anyway, I am taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts advanced course."

“They also say that others are superficial and don’t even know that the course name has been changed!”

The female voice who had been attacked before found strong evidence and began to make fun of the other party despite the yelling letter.

But the shouting letter suddenly stopped at this time, and the laughter suddenly became abrupt in the auditorium. As the prefects resumed their management duties again, the people who had gathered to chat immediately dispersed.

The discussion in the auditorium began to gravitate toward the previous yelling letter. The person involved barely made any pause and left the restaurant door almost as if he was running for his life.

At this time, William noticed that it happened to an acquaintance - if he stopped and asked again, it would probably be three more treasure chests?

After thinking about it for a while, William finally decided to give up the bad taste he had cultivated in Azkaban and be a good person. He let go of the three parties with a wave of his hand.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly stood up from the table.

"Everyone, please be quiet. The sixth-year Gryffindor students will come to me after their meal to check and receive your new class schedule."

After that, the other three deans also stood up and asked students from their own colleges to come and collect their class schedules.

Just like that, the style of the entire auditorium suddenly changed, and the shouting letter that had just been sent disappeared in a flash.

‘Is this the strength of an experienced old professor? ’

William sat at the dining table, looking at the long queue, and couldn't help but put down the fresh cucumbers in his hands.

ps: Please bear with me, I am really turning into a dog... I will write more on weekends and see how much I can make up.