From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Although Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore had been angry for a long time because of the funding issue, fifty thousand Galleons was not a small amount after all - before ten o'clock in the morning, a fairly complete venue was already in Hogwarts Quidditch. The stadium is set up.

"It seems like all the students are here."

William glanced around and found that the number of people was no less than on the first day of school.

"Of course," Adams, who was next to William, responded matter-of-factly. "Hogwarts does not charge a knut for tuition. Most of the funds needed come from the school board and the Ministry of Magic. The Minister of Magic and the school board come together. Of course they should show up."

I understand the logic, but aren’t the three of us sitting here just to prevent these students from trying to make big news?

William glanced around and found that the three non-Gryffindor professors were crowded in the Gryffindor stand - this position was prepared for them by Professor McGonagall. The position was not very good, but they could perfectly control the layout. The Lanffindor Stand also takes into account the surrounding Ravenclaw Stand and Hufflepuff Stand.

"This location?"

"It's always been like this."

Before William could ask more questions, Adams simply stated the facts.

Then the three professors all tacitly stopped talking - it would be too hurtful to tell the truth when surrounded by Gryffindors.

——

Big shots usually arrive late - this is an experience William learned from his previous life.

Especially when I was a student, if the school organized some activities and required gatherings at seven o'clock, those sitting in the first row would basically arrive at ten o'clock.

Considering the efficiency of civil servants in the UK, William originally thought that this might be a late party - but today's welcome was unexpectedly early.

Almost as soon as the venue and students were ready, there was a noise from the school gate.

"Adams, where do you think the Minister of Magic will come from?"

William couldn't help but think of the Floo Network that made him very unhappy, and inquired curiously.

"It should be apparating to Hogmogg Village and then walking or riding Ye Qi through the gate. After all, it is an official visit, and there are people from the school board coming with it. It can't be the Floo Network."

"It makes sense." William looked at the people around him, "Then how will the event be held? It won't be a bunch of people looking at the crowns stupidly, right?"

"Silly?"

Adams glanced at William, subconsciously touched the wand, and released his hand under William's gaze, "You are the only bastard who dares to say that. If you really put that crown in the sun and watch it for two hours, If you do, no one will complain except those first-grade kids who don’t understand anything!”

'I feel like you're targeting me. ’

But that doesn't matter. At present, he is more concerned about whether his time will be wasted. "Is it really possible to watch it for two hours?"

"Of course it's impossible. The Daily Prophet is here. How could there be such a stupid move? It's just to advance a Quidditch match, and then take advantage of the victory to lift the crown and show it off, and by the way give the winning team a little Rewards related to the crown, such as allowing the winner to take a photo or something like that——"

Adams spoke clearly and logically, leaving William stunned for a moment.

"Why are you so familiar?"

"Are you not familiar with it? This is the procedure as long as someone from the Ministry of Magic or the school board of directors comes to scan their faces. But in the past, they gave some bonuses and so on - this time they added more chips." Xingjid complained lazily. Then he took out another lighter in his hand and started playing with it.

"Just Quidditch?"

William was surprised - how much do people in the wizarding world love Quidditch?

"Otherwise, it would be very tiring to arrange special performances, and drama performances are not allowed in Hogwarts. Quidditch is the only suitable sport. Anyway, the house team has been practicing."

Singed's complaints were precise and cruel.

"No, Quidditch is obviously more popular. You are just biased against Quidditch because you can't take a broomstick in flying lessons!"

"Tch," Singed ignored Adams' provocation, "I can also tell you which two teams are playing. William, believe it or not, the participating teams must be--"

"Who doesn't know the same thing, Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Adams responded angrily.

You two, please pay attention. There is a group of students next to you. Maintain the dignity of a professor!

William looked around and found that no one was paying attention and no one was making any small moves. Then he felt relieved and asked casually, "Why are these two colleges competing?"

"It's too simple. Think about who is on both sides?"

…

"So realistic?"

"Of course, they spent money, and if the team wins this kind of competition, it can get a fund to renew the brooms, which is a good thing."

William was just not used to the routines of the wizarding world. Adams would understand what was going on after a little talk about the twists and turns.

Slytherin is bound to participate - purebloods account for the largest proportion of the school board, and Slytherin has the largest number of purebloods. They have spent so much money, so it is natural for them to show their faces.

The Gryffindor team is more topical. Although it is a bit exaggerated to say that the Minister of Magic is so popular, no matter what news brings the savior, it is full of gimmicks. As a member who enjoys free education at Hogwarts, Harry appeared at this time It is reasonable - after all, the news about the Ministry of Magic is relatively positive, and even Dumbledore, who usually protects the boy, would not have any objections.

While the three of them were talking, a huge team had already arrived. Professor Lockhart was wearing the pink robe that he was most proud of today. His smile was a bit more eye-catching than usual. His good appearance would not be noticed even if he stood next to the Minister of Magic. Press it down.

"As expected of Professor Lockhart!"

William grew excited hearing Adams' voice next to him.

'I almost forgot, Adams still admires Professor Lockhart a little bit - but the scene before him is indeed not objectionable. ’

Although William had heard a lot of bad rumors about Professor Lockhart's class, and had personally experienced the professor's weaknesses in teaching, those rumors and even partially confirmed facts were in front of him in this picture of Lockhart and the Minister of Magic. The scenes of talking and laughing are not worth mentioning.

‘You have to work hard, William. The efforts you put into teaching are still far behind compared to the scene in front of you. Although the difference is far, at least you can’t be crushed like now, right? ’

Just when William was secretly making up his mind, the Daily Prophet staff with the team started working. They kept adjusting their angles to film the exchange between Lockhart and the Minister of Magic.

Dumbledore had already stood up from the stands, with a smile on his face that completely lost the rumored look of being scolded by Professor McGonagall, and stretched out his hand towards Fudge.

"Ah, good day, Headmaster Dumbledore."

The Minister of Magic reached out enthusiastically, took Dumbledore's hand, and smiled brightly.

The flashbulbs of the reporters accompanying the Daily Prophet began to light up crazily.

ps: I still wrote it down. How to treat old Kawen at night?