From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Oh, Professor William, Professor Adams," Filch looked at the sky uncertainly, and finally said the second half of the sentence, "Good morning."

"ah--"

Filch saw the third figure, and his whole body changed from disappointment to fighting spirit, "Professor, have you caught the students who violated the rules?"

"That's the theory. Professor Adams and I are discussing who should confine him."

William responded with a smile - the experiment to capture the so-called voice just failed, but he felt that Harry did not seem to be lying. It would be best to keep the person with them. If he sends it to Mr. Filch, follow-up The investigation cannot continue.

"It's time to give them more confinement. It's okay to stay up in the middle of the night and wander around the castle. They are still using magic in the castle early in the morning -" Filch seemed to have lost his sleepiness when talking about this, but found that After seeming to insinuate the professor, he immediately ended the conversation and found an excuse to go on night patrol elsewhere.

"Filch is very dedicated to his duties, but I guess students won't like what he does."

Looking at Filch's retreating back, Adams shrugged.

"He is the castle administrator. If the students like him, then something will happen. Think about the students who were imprisoned this time. If they like Filch, the school will be in chaos."

"That's right." Adams thought of the students who were sent to his place for solitary confinement and couldn't help but nodded, "But having said that, do you think which one is more unpopular, Professor Snape or Filch?"

"Probably not Professor Snape, at least the Slytherins like him quite a bit."

"I think it's Snape. At least there are people in every house who don't hate Filch."

The unknown interruption made the two people, who were accustomed to joking, stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, and then looked back - the person who had just interrupted was there, a genuine student, Gryffindor, II. Grade student.

‘Why did you make this joke! ’

‘Didn’t you pay attention too? ’

The two of them accused each other with their eyes - there was nothing they could do, it was less than four o'clock, and it was still the weekend. Even Adams, who had work to do, got up early just to trick William. The two of them were so sleepy that they forgot what was next to them. There is another student.

"It's wrong to speak ill of the professor. I won't be punished this time. But if I hear anything bad about the professor again in the castle, I guarantee that I can lock you up for half a year, Mr. Potter."

"I will close it after half a year. There are plants in the greenhouse that need to be taken care of, and there are also dragon manure that needs to be composted."

Two professors shamelessly used threats against their students—with great results.

"Can I go then, Professor?"

"I'm afraid not. I'm quite curious about the mysterious voice you mentioned. Can you introduce it to me?"

"Well, the first time I heard this sound was when I was in solitary confinement with Professor Lockhart. Today is the second time I heard it. I was sleeping - it was a terrifying sound. It was cold and murderous. He was Say, tear you apart...kill you..."

"Human voice?"

William was stunned for a moment - he thought it was some strange noise, like the sound of rolling glass balls occasionally heard in the building, but it turned out to be a human voice?

"Yes, it must be a human voice - a creepy, breathless, cold and vicious voice."

It's strange - William can accept any strange noise, but what about human voices?

"Adams?"

William asked quite succinctly, and what he responded to was Adams's eyes - 'You are the professor of self-defense magic. ’

"I've never heard of such a thing. It's okay to make the sound of some kind of animal. As for humans, I don't think I've heard of it before. Maybe I can check the information - but don't hold out too much hope."

William answered quite calmly, but there were experts in the school, so he would not be so perfunctory with the students, "You can ask Professor Lockhart. He is well-informed and knows much more than I do. He should be able to give you some advice." Answer."

Not sure if it was because the light was too dim, William felt that Harry's face suddenly froze.

"Okay, I'll let you go tonight. Don't show off, otherwise you will be detained at least three times. Go back and have a good sleep. I will investigate the matter of that voice."

Harry wrapped himself in the invisibility cloak, said goodbye to the two professors and hurried away.

Guessing that he was almost gone, Adams asked, "There's no one left?"

"No, probably."

William yawned and checked his surroundings with his wand.

"Dumbledore really loves this kid - the invisibility cloak was given by the principal, right?"

"I guess so. The leaked invisibility cloak is not something a child can afford. Besides, the invisibility cloak is nothing - because Harry is going to school, the school's schedule has been specially modified."

"Revise?"

"Of course - otherwise, why are there four deans in that level? How many grades do you think Professor McGonagall can take care of while being in charge of school affairs?"

"That's true. Four deans teach one grade at the same time. This lineup is too luxurious. How are Harry's results?"

"It's not as good as I thought. I thought he would be the first in science, but it turns out that the first is his friend - I always thought he was a genius before he entered school. Having said that, William, what do you think about that so-called Isn’t it true that he just made up the voice temporarily to escape confinement?”

"Probably not. The editor shouldn't be that outrageous. I do suspect that he is cursed."

"curse?"

"Yes, hearing a sound that others can't hear, and then being suspicious all day long, otherwise why can't others hear that sound? Is there a ghost that scares him? What kind of ghost can make you and I not see it? Come, let only a second grader see it?"

"But what kind of curse is that? Never heard of it - William, William?"

Adams pushed the stunned William, but found that the other person's face showed joy.

"Yes, ghosts! There are ghosts in Hogwarts!"

"The ghosts can't scare people in front of both of us, not even Peeves!"

But William wasn't referring to Harry's curse - he was thinking of the two chickens that died tragically.

In the outside world of magic, reasoning encountered difficulties, but now he found out that the outside world was on his side - the ghosts wandering in Hogwarts knew as much as the oil paintings. If he asked carefully once, It is estimated that a new breakthrough can be found this time.

"William!"

Adams's shout brought him back to his senses.

"What's wrong?"

"Harry's curse?"

"Report it to the principal. It's impossible that Dumbledore can't solve it, right? Whether it's a curse or a concussion, it should be fine."

"'Concussion', what's this weird pronunciation?"

In a hurry, he blurted out a Chinese word... Fortunately, Adams couldn't understand it - William was a little embarrassed.

The main reason was that he suspected that Harry had some side effects from crashing into a tree when he came to school.

"Nothing, a Muggle word, a disease."