From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Sundays at Hogwarts were always quiet and peaceful, and today was no exception.

But in the empty classroom in the corner of the castle, this tranquility was broken by a group of quarreling students.

"Brother Weasley, this is the weekend and it's early in the morning. Is there anything we can't talk about in the morning or even at noon?"

The speaker had a pair of dark circles under his eyes full of fairy spirit, and he looked like he was going to fight you without giving me an explanation.

In the past, this kind of small conflict would have been quickly stopped by the others, but today, everyone was silent in a tacit understanding, with no intention of building a step - it was only half past five on Sunday, if the Weasley brothers didn't To give you a good explanation, then just wait to be hung upside down on the tower.

"Say? Haha, you Hufflepuffs have a lot of people, and they asked a senior who got up early to call them out - do you know how these two bastards called me out? They asked the owl to bring me one so early in the morning. He sent a shouting letter and told me to bring the others out!"

‘The shouting letter is too damaging! ’

This was almost everyone's first reaction, followed by an uncontrollable smile.

"Smile, why are you laughing? The people in our dormitory said that if you two don't give a reasonable explanation, they are going to sneak attack you and hang you up at the door of Filch's office!"

"What unlucky words can you say so early in the morning?"

"That's right, you're not afraid of being targeted by that smelly cat!"

…

Probably because this punishment was so harsh, everyone began to curse the unlucky guy who was woken up by the roaring letter.

At the center of the conversation, the Weasley brothers looked at the group of friends who had been called up with a sense of accomplishment - they were all regular visitors to Filch's office, messengers of secret passages and shadows in Hogwarts, and Pirates. A fellow traveler of Skin Ghost, and the lifelong enemy of the Administrator.

The two of them had certainly done this on purpose when they called people out early in the morning - anyway, their Quidditch captain Wood had called people out early to prepare for Quidditch training, and the explosive news they heard last night had to be dealt with early. Are they the only ones who work hard to benefit the collective?

Of course not, it is the right choice for everyone to work together towards a goal!

As for shouting letters and so on, they are trivial in the face of this terrible problem.

"What are you arguing about?" The two of them looked at each other, got down from the table they were sitting on, and landed on the ground. "We have something urgent to inform everyone. We are doing it at a huge risk, which may lead to the extension of our confinement." The new professor William came out and came out with a lot of papers, not only for exams, but also for after-class exercises."

"real or fake?"

"sky!"

…

"Of course it's true. We were in confinement last night and took a lot of risks to find out."

The two said in unison, vouching for the reliability of the news - but this did not make the people who were talking happy at all.

"Homework? What kind of news is this? We already have it - yesterday I did a good job on those papers, but you woke me up in the morning. If I had known this was the case, I would have slept a little longer. I had nothing else to do. If so, I'll leave first - by the way, you wait until I've had enough sleep."

The student with dark circles under his eyes instantly lost interest. He still had a paper to write, and he still had a lot of homework to do when he woke up.

"What do you mean this is all? This is the message we worked so hard to get! You have fallen!"

"Just think of more papers. Anyway, I feel that after I finish those assignments, I can do well in the paper at the beginning - maybe the professor is right, I have indeed fallen behind in my basics."

"Are you done? That's four whole papers!"

The rest of the fifth grade students marveled that they were not that cruel, and even nodded in response to the paper.

"Can you lend me the paper to copy?"

"Okay, come get it from me when I wake up - I'm too sleepy and have nothing else to do before I leave."

"Okay, see you later."

As the classroom door was closed, everyone once again turned their attention to the Weasley brothers - the fifth graders don't care, so why are you, the fourth graders, worried?

"Everyone, if we don't go back, Wood will be killed, and Quidditch training will start soon - so to make a long story short, the fifth grade students probably think that so many test papers are normal, but if Professor Lockhart gets tired of it, What if a fan game is played? What if something more terrible happens and professors of other subjects also learn to take class tests?”

"No way? Professors have their own teaching skills. The new professor has only been here for less than a year. Can other professors follow the class exam?"

"Why not? We heard yesterday that Professor Binns is very likely to give a History of Magic exam!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

A group of people ranging from second grade to seventh grade began to exclaim—Professor Binns is recognized by previous students as the most stable professor in class!

"Okay, we have to go to training. I hope you can come up with a good way to deal with it - the future of us depends on you."

After the twins finished speaking, they hurriedly left the classroom, leaving everyone shocked and sleepless.

…

"Whose idea was it for the last discussion in the fourth grade? We didn't come, but didn't we handle it very well?"

Everyone who was really undecided felt that the idea last time seemed to be a good one.

"It's the Weasley brothers, but Professor Lockhart's club is really popular."

"Then let's do it?"

The person who said this noticed that the eyes of the people around him changed - he felt that he was being despised.

"Professor Lockhart has a fan base for many years. It is understandable that there is a group of extra fans in Hogwarts - Professor William has only been here for less than a month, but there are a lot of extra fans in the school inexplicably? What is the reason? , because he has a lot of test papers? Because he has a lot of homework? Because he is knowledgeable and the courses are interesting and humorous? "

"Ahem, as far as sixth-grade courses are concerned, Professor William teaches quite well."

The sixth-grade student couldn't help but interject.

"Seventh grade, too. I feel good."

"This is not a class, nor is it in Filch's office. Is this what we are discussing?"

The person who spoke looked at the two people who stood up to interrupt and felt that there was a traitor in the team.

"Find something for the new professor to do - whoever has good writing skills, imitate a bold girl, send a love letter directly, don't point it out too directly, just say that you consider the impact, have a crush, secretly hand it over, and let the professor find it! "

"Isn't it too damaging?"

"It's okay. Just wait until the end of this year and say that you have realized your mistake, send you some good wishes, and say you will remember this time. As long as it is not exposed, the professor will only treat it as a good memory."

The speaker boldly added details, but to his surprise, there was no applause or cheers.

"Mrs. Norris!"

Someone shouted from below, and everyone immediately rushed to the door.

The weekend at Hogwarts began amidst the sounds of chickens and dogs jumping around and students shouting at each other to run.