From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Tom's magic exam results are not ideal, but still..."

William sat by the only window in the cell that could get sunlight, telling stories to the surrounding prisoners in a serious manner. However, as soon as the story started, he was interrupted by the prisoners below who were making noises.

"Magic exam, what exam? O.W.L. or N.E.W.T?"

"Shut up, should I tell you or you?" William glared angrily at the prisoner with the loudest voice, who chuckled and shrank back.

"Ahem," William cleared his throat, gathered the crowd's attention again, and said again: "Tom's magic exam results were not ideal, but he was admitted to Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts is not about exams! New students who are admitted will receive letters from owls directly!"

William was silent for a moment and stared at the guy who kept arguing.

"beat him!"

It's just a story, and the background of the story is used to give you a sense of involvement. Is this thing used to find fault?

Besides, I don’t blame him for making some loopholes. He has only watched one movie about Harry Potter. It’s good to remember the name Hogwarts. As soon as he opened his eyes after traveling back in time, he was in Az Kaban Prison is bad enough, and he is generous enough if he can muster up the energy to tell a story. Why is he demanding so many details?

If it weren't for the purpose of improving his status in the cell, he wouldn't even have thought to speak - the magical knowledge in his mind was a huge treasure to him, just like a gourmet meets a fly restaurant, and a picky reader meets something that suits his taste. A work of one million words, lsp meets Qiu Mingshan...

The whole unknown but curious new world opened in front of him, just like the word "congratulations" was scratched out on the lottery ticket. He wished he could leave the prisoners behind and study the magic alone, but obviously this was impossible. thing.

This is Azkaban, a wizarding prison - those who don't fit in will not only be ostracized, but also beaten.

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This is an eight-person cell for light-duty prisoners. The eight iron beds are firmly fixed to the ground by magic, occupying most of the cell. There is a pool against the wall, and the toilet is next to the bed in the dark. A worn-out iron table that was also fixed was all the possessions in this cell.

The eight prisoners were divided into three levels. The two guys who could get Azkaban's scarce supplies naturally became the first level people. The three who could talk and make trouble, including William, were considered the second level. The remaining three were the second level. The unlucky guy can only become a third-level handyman.

The person being beaten at the moment is a third-tier guy. He came much earlier than William, and the crime was not serious - he said something mean while riding the subway in the Muggle world, and was punched by a grumpy Muggle. After the fight between the two, this guy never hit anyone. Instead, he secretly used magic to turn the other person into a pig in a deserted place, beat him up, and then surrendered. Because the impact was not big, he was sentenced to three years in the end.

"Little William, I just don't know what to say. Don't mind me. Brothers are still waiting."

The guy who was squatting with his head in his arms was not upset at all when his butt was kicked. It was obvious that those who kicked him were just getting away with it and didn't put in much effort.

In daily life in Azkaban, everything is lacking except for prisoners. Being able to listen to some fresh stories is the highest enjoyment - he just has a few bad words. If he really wants to provoke William, he will stop telling them. He himself will be rewarded. Do it twice to yourself.

"You guys will watch the 'movie' first, and I'll revise the outline of the story and talk about it tomorrow."

Lying in the sun, William waved his hands, ready to get started - the story was indeed not very polished and had too many loopholes, so it had to be corrected.

The group of people collectively sighed in disappointment, and then began to fumble through the cracks in the bed or wall.

The pieces of paper folded into various shapes were carefully opened by them, and the scene that had been replayed countless times appeared before everyone's eyes again - these fragments of pages were smuggled in with food, and were traded among the prisoners in Azkaban. Considered a high-value item, the only drawback is that it is scarce in quantity, the plot is broken, and the repetition rate is high.

What's more important is that the dementors guarding them will consciously confiscate items with magical fluctuations in the cells, which makes such scattered papers extremely easy to be confiscated.

Just as a group of people were passing the pieces of paper that they had seen many times to each other, Nine Fingers, who was at the edge of the cell, suddenly let out a mournful cry. His hand that was originally holding the paper dropped, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and then He desperately stuffed the paper into the cracks in the wall with trembling hands.

Everyone in the same cell changed their expressions. After hastily hiding the paper, they quickly lay down as close to the bed as possible. Those who were too late either leaned against the wall or simply lay on the ground. Then, there was a suffocating feeling. The coldness descended on the entire cell, and everyone trembled in unison. They clasped their hands tightly in front of their chests, curled up, and tried their best to shrink themselves to the minimum.

The heavy cell door was pushed open with fingers, the rusty door shaft creaked, a tattered black cloak slipped through the crack of the door, and then, the dementor as the guard floated in.

The face tightly wrapped in the black cloak slowly turned towards everyone, and then nodded, as if he was satisfied with the food this time. Then, the creaking sound was heard again, and the door was slammed shut.

After a long time, curses came from the cell.

"**, these gangsters never come from a fixed place. If I hadn't been quick, I would have lost something again this time."

The voice was a little weak - after living with these dementors for a long time, all the prisoners reacted more seriously to the dementors than normal people. The light-duty prisoners here are better, like those heavy-duty prisoners, Except for a few special people, everyone is extremely weak in daily life.

"Nine Fingers, you're not bad. Even when Black Pi comes, you can hold on to him. When the next newcomer comes, let him take over for you at the corner."

The fact that he had not suffered any losses obviously made the prison chief feel very good, and he promised to sleep on the bed closest to the passage next to the toilet.

While talking, he fumbled around from his bunk, generously took out eight chocolate balls, and threw one to everyone.

In Azkaban, where dementors often appear, chocolate, which can give people warmth, is the top-level hard currency. Even the golden Galleons are not as useful as chocolate here - Weekly supplement The food boat only carries so much stuff, and there's not enough to share.

William took the chocolate, thanked him weakly, opened the package tremblingly, and greedily felt the warmth brought by the chocolate melting in his mouth.

There is still one year left in the sentence, so there is still one year left in the dementor's life of coming to eat once a day.

Fortunately, the magical information in my mind that I have never seen before can survive even ten years, let alone the hope that this thing will exist - a year is not long.