From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Hagrid, Hagrid are you there?"

Next to the hunter's cabin, William shouted to someone without getting close - he was a practical person, and since there was no class today, he might as well investigate the matter.

Although theoretically speaking, the death of a rooster in school is not a big deal, but now he is carrying a curse. Last year, a professor died because of this curse, so he had to be careless.

Although theoretically there is still the unlucky Professor Lockhart accompanying him, this does not reassure William at all - he is a famous adventurer, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, and he, a man who has just come out of Azkaban Prisoners can travel through the prison through time travel.

In such a comparison, no matter how confident William was, he would not think that Professor Lockhart would be his backer. Therefore, he was very cautious about emergencies in the school.

‘If I don’t investigate, I can’t expect others to do it, right? How stupid would it be to leave life-threatening matters in other people's hands? ’

While William was thinking this, he shouted towards the cabin from a distance.

The surrounding roads were a bit messy, and William really didn't feel comfortable going there - he had talked with Professor Kettleburn a few days ago, and the other party was full of praise for Hagrid, claiming that Hagrid had excellent skills in taking care of magical creatures. A spirituality that most wizards don't have.

This is probably the most terrible compliment at Hogwarts. Professor Kettleburn lost two and a half of his limbs because of magical creatures...

Normally, William would still have the courage to break through, but in this situation where the chicken was lost, William was not sure what kind of trap Hagrid would set - they could lose their own legs when playing with magical creatures, and they could lose other people's legs. How much can you care?

"Hagrid, Hagrid are you there?"

William shouted again - he didn't think that his hearsay knowledge could break the trap of living in the Forbidden Forest for half his life.

"Is it William? Why don't you come over?"

"I heard that you lost a rooster. I saw that there was a mess around. I was afraid that you had caught it."

"There's no clamp—" Hagrid's voice rose a little, but he didn't control it very well.

William suddenly felt a thunder ringing in his ears. Although a small breeze passed by, the leaves on the ground obviously floated and swirled.

‘No, no, why are you shouting so loudly? ’

William suppressed his unknown embarrassment by complaining and walked over quickly.

"The grass around is so messy, I thought you had set a trap."

He waved hello and rubbed his sore ears on his way back - by the way, Hagrid always kept his tone low, right?

"No, Dumbledore told me sternly when he recommended me to be the gamekeeper. It is strictly forbidden to set traps in Hogwarts. It will hurt the children."

Hagrid pointed to the surrounding grass as he spoke, "Those are dry teeth. He probably thought the murderer would still be there, so he rummaged around in the grass when he got up in the morning."

Rummaging?

William was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked over and looked around - originally he was hoping that he might be able to find people or weasel hair inside, but now those places were rummaged through, and it was Holmes who looked around. Everyone would cry, let alone a layman like him.

After browsing through it reluctantly, and finally confirming that he didn't have that talent, William stood up.

"Hagrid, where's the chicken?"

"Haha, don't worry, it's almost done. I checked it carefully and it's not poisonous. Don't go back to the castle for lunch. I just got a bottle of good wine."

"stew?"

"What, you want to eat something roasted? But if you roast it, there will be too little meat - there is only one rooster left, and I still have to rely on it to wake me up, so I can't kill it."

William suddenly didn't want to talk anymore. He quickly walked to the pot and opened the lid.

Well, the cock was mutilated quite perfectly.

"How did it die?"

"It was drained of blood. It must have been bitten to death by a fox or something. Maybe I should buy another one, otherwise there is only one rooster left."

…

William chatted with Hagrid for a while, then decisively rejected Hagrid's invitation to stay for lunch, and returned directly to the castle. Although the victim rooster was destroyed by Hagrid, his guess was still was confirmed.

This is definitely not done by animals, but by humans.

'It's a pity that Mr. Filch and the house elves are too diligent, otherwise, the blood at the castle door can be used as evidence. ’

William did not run to Hagrid immediately. The first thing he ran to investigate was the bloodstains at the entrance of the castle, but those had been cleaned up by the house elves. Although William wanted to curse, he Can't really complain.

Even the professional police officers in the Sherlock Holmes detective stories would accidentally destroy important scenes, let alone them as complete laymen - besides, even if the traces were left, William couldn't understand them.

‘I am neither a criminal investigation major nor a serious fan of detective novels, so coming to Hogwarts to investigate the case is too embarrassing. ’

'Don't panic, you can't understand the traces anyway - even if it's really a weasel, it's just a waste of effort. You can rest assured by investigating. It's still a major incident related to one of your legs or other organs. Why? It doesn’t hurt even to think about it. ’

Consoling himself in this way, William began to have fun in the midst of hardship, using the talent he had developed from watching Conan in his spare time that even Detective 0 couldn't spot.

"Motive, cock's blood."

"The time of the crime, last night to this morning - damn, I forgot to ask Hagrid when the rooster died!"

William, who was not even a detective, discovered that he had missed important clues the first moment he calmed down.

‘Don’t be anxious, William, stabilize your mind, remember that one incident leads to the other, just like what you just did. Problems will arise if you think about it seriously. ’

Taking a deep breath, he took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket.

William slowly ate the chocolate, then took out a paper and pen from his bag, and found an empty classroom to sit down.

"Very well, write it down with paper and pen."

[Motive for committing the crime; seeking rooster blood]

[Time of the crime; to be determined (requires multiple verifications, Mr. Filch, the house elf, and Hagrid are all worth asking)]

[Method of committing the crime: killing the rooster by biting and taking the blood. 】

‘Great, now go further. ’

[Guess 1: The other party enters and exits the castle through the foyer and the main door. (Easy to rule out, be the first to ask)]

Guess 2: The other party entered and exited the castle through a secret passage and brought blood into the castle. (You can ask about oil paintings.)

Third, the opponent's magic was superb and he opened Filch's lock (impossible, cross it out.)

It is possible for the opponent to become invisible throughout the entire process.

…

The more William thought about it, the more confused his mind became. He even lost the format as he wrote.

'Bloody cloudy weather. ’

He muttered, then shoved himself another piece of chocolate.

‘Be serious, your life is in your hands! ’

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, William continued to write on the paper.

[The other party may be very familiar with the castle, and is familiar enough to be able to enter and exit the castle freely. I suspect...]

'It shouldn't be all about them - those kids don't necessarily have to be investigated, there are too many of them incarcerated, and most of them could be my help if this was just an experiment. ’

After crossing out the top line, William began to write and draw on the paper again.

When someone tried to push open the classroom door, he suddenly and alertly pulled out his wand.

‘Damn it, I was too vigilant just to check these things! ’

"Oh - Professor William, it's me, Lockhart."

The visitor showed his iconic smile and teeth - I have to say, his teeth are really good, the kind of perfection that a dentist would want to immediately remove and make a specimen for everyone to see.

"Professor Lockhart, are you going to use this room for your classes?"

"Oh, no, no, no, Professor William, I came here specifically to see you."

Lockhart's smile became brighter and brighter, which made William feel a little uneasy - there is a hierarchy of knowledge and expertise, and maybe Lockhart is better at dealing with curses than Dumbledore. He has already discovered What is the solution to the curse, such as passing the curse on another person?

'What am I thinking? Damn it's cloudy! ’

William gave himself another piece of chocolate, and the warm feeling floated from his stomach, dispelling all his discomfort.

"Professor Lockhart. Would you like some?"

"Thank you, but no, chocolate is not good for teeth. I don't usually eat it." Lockhart hesitated for a moment, refused William's chocolate, and then made himself smile even brighter.

"That's right, Professor William, how should I put it? You know my club, right?"

club? What does this have to do with the attack? Could it be that some people feel that their close sister Lockhart is too comfortable and want to give him some color?

Then it should be splashed with paint or dog blood - that rooster is innocent!

'Wait a minute, rooster - there is no such thing as spewing dog blood in Britain, rooster blood can drive away evil spirits? Is there such a legend? Should I write this down? ’

"Professor William?"

"Oh, I'm listening. I was just thinking that Professor Lockhart's club must be very lively."

“It’s great, it’s still being booked – so, some of the kids have to come on the weekend, and not even the weekend is quite enough, in fact, I want to have a dinner party on the weekend so they can have a nice evening talking. "

"Excellent idea, Professor Lockhart."

William was confused and could only agree.

"Yeah, that's true, but we've got a little bit of a problem right now, and the kids, they, um, have to be in confinement for the weekend - so I was wondering if I could spare a night and let them have a good time. Have a nice night.”

Now I understand - the co-author, the great adventurer, didn't take the death of the rooster seriously at all. He was interceding for those unlucky ones!

'Did those bad boys give Professor Lockhart a love potion? How come Professor Lockhart even dares to say such a thing? ’

Such an idea came to mind, but William did not reject it directly.

"Oh, Professor Lockhart, that's a good idea, but I'm afraid I can't agree to it - you know, students hate unfairness."

"That's right, that's right."

"Although I really want to agree to you, I'm afraid Professor McGonagall and the other three deans will not agree to this idea. In this way, the students will be divided into two groups. You see, otherwise, if the four If the dean agrees, I will certainly not have any objections - otherwise those children who have to be kept in solitary confinement will be too pitiful."

"But, the dean's side——"

"Professor Lockhart, I believe in you, and your students believe in you."

William patted Professor Lockhart on the shoulder with an expression that said, "I'm optimistic about you." Professor Lockhart spent a long time writing books, but did his last exam only consist of a written test and an interview?

With a smile and hope, William left the empty classroom holding a long string of papers he had written down in one hand.

After what Professor Lockhart had done, the cloudy day didn't seem so depressing anymore.

——

"Let me tell you, that Professor William was walking in the castle, ate a piece of chocolate and then rushed into the empty classroom. We thought that the professor was doing something - but we took a sneak peek. Guess What is he doing?"

"Who knows."

"Study magic?"

"Reading a book?"

"reply?"

In the Gryffindor common room, a group of students were listening to the person in the middle bragging.

After many answers were negative, the boy in the middle announced the answer slowly: "You can't even imagine that the professor is giving out papers!"

Hiss~

There was a sound of breathing around.

"Start giving out papers while walking? Isn't it possible?"

"I've seen it with my own eyes - when Lockhart passed by, Professor William was still writing and drawing. How can the letter be so loud?"

"But, having said that, is it really feasible to trick Professor Lockhart into applying to cancel the one-day confinement?"

"Of course, don't forget, that club-"

The person who spoke seemed to suddenly remember something and shut up.

"What happened to the club?"

"It's okay, without the club we wouldn't have found such a good way to escape confinement."

"Cut~"

The people around him made disdainful sounds, and at this moment, a man ran in in a panic.

"Professor, the professor is here!"

The lounge suddenly jumped up and down - the professor's arrival is not a good thing for these students.

"Pack your things, visit chairs, cushions, cushions! Hurry!"

"Candy! Dress up!"

The group of people issued orders that they themselves could not understand the logic of. At this moment, everyone was a commander - there were some things that were okay for the prefect but not for the professor.

"It's not Professor McGonagall, it's Professor William!"

In panic, the messenger delivered the most important information.

The messy lounge suddenly stopped. The students who were moving things with wands put down their things and turned their wands.

"Um?"

Just one word, but the meaning is clear.

"Professor William asked me to call people. He said that there is a good thing that can exempt us from a week of confinement. If we go late, it will be gone."

"What are you waiting for!"

The lounge was boiling again.