From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Wednesday, the last week of September, was sunny.

Because there was no class for him today, William simply hid in the office with a bunch of information and refused to come out - even the excuses were ready, the crown matter was more troublesome, and he didn't want to go out.

"So you're just going to hide like this?"

In William's office, Adams unceremoniously destroyed William's preserves while questioning William across the table.

"What else should I do?" William asked rhetorically, flipping through the old books he borrowed from the library.

"That's a way. What will happen if you show up in the staff lounge."

Adams smiled gloatingly - in his opinion, since William had obtained the crown from Ravenclaw, he should bear the troubles of happiness.

"cut!"

William gave him a middle finger, "The book is here, the tool man has lost its function. Dear Professor Adams, it's time for you to leave my office."

"Stay in the office." Adams returned the same gesture and left William's office without mercy. "I'm going to play chess with them. You can just make mushrooms."

——

‘This guy,’ William shook his head angrily, ‘he took a few extra books from the library, and he wondered if I had been hit. Are you looking for death by getting involved in this matter? ’

Although the curse turned into a meal coupon and William successfully got one for free, there is no doubt that the Dark Lord really put a curse on his life experience. As long as anyone investigates well, he will be caught silently. He was cursed and then fell under the curse.

Compared to the Hogwarts professors whose positions are clear, those who try to investigate die more quietly - because the effect of the curse is to make the death look like an accident.

'Think about it this way, that Dark Lord is really terrifying, a silent and unexpected curse. If the position of professor hadn't been so obviously cursed, I'm afraid no one would know the existence of this curse now. ’

'In other words, I actually have mastered the power of this curse in disguise now - if my speculation is correct, as long as I tell others what I have investigated, the other party will also be subject to the same curse. ’

‘But what’s the use of me mastering this? ’

William has no enemies now, and he has no intention of recruiting innocent passers-by for experiments.

‘Just remember, as a backup, even a piece of toilet paper has its own unique purpose, just in case it is really used one day. ’

Shaking his head and putting the curse aside, William began to look through Horace Slughorn's records.

The old dean, who worked as a potion professor in the school until his retirement, naturally left many records with Mr. Filch, including association, asking for leave for students’ confinement, applying for banquets, messy material purchases, and textbook selection. and other scattered tables.

‘It’s too much——’

William rubbed his brows helplessly - although it was the first day of the independent investigation, the prospect of the investigation was quite worrying.

Horace Slughorn has been a professor all his life. Not only does he teach and educate people, he also has a hobby that is very consistent with pureblood habits - collecting outstanding people in all aspects.

‘Are you a collector? Working tirelessly to collect top students year after year - what else is there to check on this record! ’

Every year in the violation records, we can see Professor Horace Slughorn using his privileges to discuss with administrators or professors to release erring students from confinement early. The retired professor is almost like Air is everywhere.

Even though they have never met, William's resentment towards the professor has already reached the sky - because there are too many clues, he can't investigate at all...

…

"Another invalid record," William sighed and put down the information in his hand.

‘No, if I continue to investigate, my mentality will be blown up by these things. ’ William carefully recorded the location of the information he checked and stacked all the information together. ‘I have to slow down and not think too much. Well, I’ll take out a paper to change my mood. ’

——

"Is there no place to hide? I still have to go to class today."

On Thursday morning, Adams made a deliberately sarcastic comment at the dinner table.

‘If I stay away from the crowd for too long and the sequelae of Azkaban’s fall will occur, do you think I really can’t wait until the corona incident completely subsides? ’

William rolled his eyes angrily - although he used many methods to persuade himself, the information would not become weaker just because he persuaded himself or lost his temper. Although the truth was out there, the only useful way was to spend time Watch it again and again.

"Going to class is my job, and the students also like it. Why should I skip class?"

Although he was still processing the information in his mind, William had no intention of revealing a word to others.

"Students also like it?" Adams said with a teasing look on his face, "I heard that the fifth grade students brought back a lot of papers this time."

"What's wrong with the papers? Do you believe that if I promised that the students with the best results could go to the principal to discuss the use of crowns for two hours, they would even dare to give up other professors' assignments?"

William raised his eyebrows and asked shamelessly.

"Stop teasing me, two hours - those professors will go crazy. They haven't negotiated a charter yet, and Professor Dumbledore has been blocking random experiments."

"It doesn't matter. You can use it for as long as you want. If I tell the principal, he will agree."

William said the shameless words with a smile - Adams, as a professor who is proficient in herbalism and would not cause too much damage if he loses control in combat, has obtained the crown's experimental qualifications earlier than other professors.

This time Adams was autistic.

——

"Go to class, go to class, cheer up, it's only Thursday, you can sleep as much as you want on the weekend."

When William walked into the classroom, half of the seventh-grade students were lying face down on their desks, as if they had just been through a night of dancing.

"Good morning, professor."

The students said hello to William feebly.

"What's wrong? I remember there haven't been any dances lately. Did you seventh graders have some secret party yesterday?"

William simply walked down from the podium, pulled up a chair in the middle of the classroom, and sat directly among the students.

"No, Professor."

The child closest to William hesitated, "That is, we heard that you won the crown and promised the fifth graders that the first place in the OWLs exam would have the right to use it for a period of time - you see, we also have exams in seventh grade, right? ?”

…

'I have never worn this crown myself - why are the teachers and students staring at it? ’

There is no doubt that these seventh-grade children are also greedy when they hear that fifth-grade students have the opportunity to obtain the right to use the crown. To be precise, seeing how sleepy they are, William suspects that these guys spent the whole night discussing what if I got the crown. The topic of what will happen.

‘You are a group of mature seventh graders, can’t you think about some issues that adults should think about? Such as career and love? ’

William looked at the students around him with an expression of hatred, and found that their eyes were more focused than the last.

'If there is something really wrong with that crown and it has to be destroyed, can it really be destroyed? ’

Such a question suddenly appeared in front of William, but William forced himself to ignore it - to put it bluntly, he might not have the strength to destroy the crown.

'I can't even see the problem above - what does it have to do with me to destroy it? I'm afraid I was killed by someone from above before I even took action. ’

"You all like tiaras?"

William asked softly.

"Of course!"

The students answered in unison and with great confidence.

"Supreme wisdom," William looked around the students, "who can hate it? But there is always a price - nothing comes for nothing in the magical world. I am not referring to the crown you get, but the wisdom that the crown brings. .”

“If there is a price to pay for the wisdom gained from the crown, what might that price be?”

William quickly clapped his hands and spoke faster: "Now! Everyone! Write down a guess immediately, imagine what the crown may cost, hand it in, if anyone can write down the price that I can't think of, then it is very likely that it will be paid for in the future. If you touch the crown before graduation, but no one has anything new to say, then it will be a pity——"

William looked at everyone and said, "You may lose the only chance to encounter it."

Without any nonsense, all the students took out pens and papers from their backpacks and started writing on them quickly.

"Be innovative and brief - anyone who tries to use words will be eliminated immediately!"

William directly added the rules, but no one complained at all.

“I’m a little surprised that these guys are obsessed with crowns, but that’s part of the lesson. ’

William stood up and glanced at the students.

What he originally planned to talk about was the part about the price - many magic traps can successfully kill wizards not because of how concealed they are, but because the bait placed on the trap is tempting enough. After all, seventh grade students have to enter the magic world to work. , William is ready to teach his students what he has observed about the magical world.

'Although I have only been in this so-called magical world for almost a year, the experience in Azkaban is enough for half a lifetime for me and these children. The darkness there is really too great. Too many, too many setbacks...'

William sighed and began to think about the issue of the crown - whether he wanted to admit it or not, his name was now firmly tied to the discovered crown.

‘One person is short of the other, maybe these theoretically adult wizards will have different opinions——’

'A diadem that has gained unprecedented wisdom and can be collected as a treasure by Ravenclaw will definitely not be as scary as I said, but the magic attached to it is uncertain. What if these people can guess it on a whim? ? ’

But no matter whether he guessed it or not, William planned to throw the report directly to Dumbledore and finish it - there was no telling which student would inspire the principal. It was just the right to use the crown, and William didn't feel bad for picking it up for nothing.

It’s best to have a hint, but it’s not a loss if you don’t have a hint. Anyway, William won’t approve this exam paper.

——

"Are you all done? I'll give it to Dumbledore for personal evaluation. If you don't pass, don't say I'm too harsh." William smiled and collected the test paper, and then began to get to the topic - the student who had already written out the messy thoughts. This time I finally entered the class state.

"Well, everyone just made their own guesses. Although I didn't have time to read your responses, judging from your answer status, I found something quite sad."

"Alas -" William prolonged his tone, but soon said in a rather cheerful tone, "After taking the course for so long, I find that this is the most serious time you have ever answered."

The students below burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay, I remember that any of you students have Aurors as their goal?"

"Of course, Professor!"

Three students raised their hands at the same time.

"Quite a good choice," William praised without hesitation - he might have to consider the striker, he has no prejudice against Aurors.

"Then you should know the messy and heart-wrenching certificates that Aurors need, right?"

"liver?"

The students sounded slightly confused.

"Haha, my mistake, that's a local slang, to be precise, I mean - dazzled. Those needs are extremely complicated, aren't they?"

Almost all the students nodded - they can learn self-defense subjects by themselves and take advanced classes. There is no doubt how much these people like this subject. As a profession that uses this subject to the extreme, Auror has no People will ignore it when they are employed.

"There is a bit of an old saying that those certificates are the price you need to pay to become an Auror. Of course, becoming an Auror requires far more than that - I believe you know no less than me."

"You may have been tired of hearing this statement since you were young, but I still have to tell you again and again. Before you think about what to do, remember the word price firmly."

"Believe me, knowing how to weigh gains and losses at any time is not a worse quality for a wizard than profound knowledge. After your internship, you will find that the entire magical world has fewer restrictions on you than you think - then At this time, you need to consider much more than school."

The laws in the magical world are imperfect and arbitrary, and there are even deliberate loopholes in many laws.

But this does not mean that those places can be used at will. As a person who came out of Azkaban, William is very clear about the people who enter Azkaban - the proportion of people who want to exploit legal loopholes is not low at all.

…

"I hope that when you do anything, you will think clearly about why I do it, what I have to pay for it, and what I can get out of it - is it worth it?"

"If it's worth it, do it. If it's not worth it, please give up. Although this is not a spell, I personally think it is a great self-defense magic. It is no worse than the Iron Armor Curse."

"Okay, get out of class is over, I'll preview the textbooks by myself, and I'll hand in a paper for the next class -" William raised the guess sheet in his hand and smiled at the students, "I'll hand in your homework by the way, too. Wish ya'll good luck."

"professor!"

Just when William was about to go out, a student from behind suddenly asked a question.

"Isn't it too tiring to think about everything?"

"That is the attitude towards work. Work is work and life is life. The two cannot be confused."

"What about life, Professor?"

"Life is always different. There are always messy things that cannot be easily judged. Occasionally, things will appear that do not require judgment." William pressed the door frame with one hand. "There are too many surprises. Who can tell? Maybe -"

William paused and smiled, "Is it the blooming mistletoe and the late summer moonlight?"

ps: It's a bit late... I obviously sat down to type very early, right?