From Azkaban To Hogwarts

As the Minister of Magic came over, William and the three of them all concentrated their attention - now is the most dangerous time. If any students really come here regardless of life and death, the approval of the next experimental funds for William and the three professors will become a big problem. .

There is no way, no matter where the job is, it depends on seniority. We can't let William and the other new teachers sit back and let the deans stay behind and watch, right?

‘Nothing seems to have happened - it seems that the sudden visit by the Minister of Magic has some benefits. At least the students who want to cause trouble have no time to prepare because they did not receive the information in advance. ’

William looked around and felt a little settled.

But after he looked around like this, the Minister of Magic and the school board members had already taken their seats.

'Well, even if I switch to the magical world, it's still a familiar atmosphere. Next, I will introduce the guests, the guests will give speeches, the principal will give a speech, and the performances will be performed——'

While William was making fun of himself with his complaints, he pressed the lighter given by Singed - whether it was effective or not, this thing was really good at relieving stress. He couldn't just stuff chocolate into his mouth when something happened, right?

But things soon developed beyond William's expectation. Dumbledore said a few words, and the two hospital teams came up.

"Hey, Adams, the Minister of Magic doesn't speak?"

"Of course I won't talk about it now. It's the Minister of Magic's turn to speak after the game. What should I say before the welcome ceremony is over?"

"What about the board, speaking after them?"

"The board of directors won't speak -" Adams glanced at William, as if he was awake, "The board of directors just needs to show up, and the Daily Prophet will take a photo of it, and that photo will tell everything. of."

"Well, that's it."

William nodded - even though he didn't understand at all.

While they were talking, the two teams had already mounted their broomsticks and were getting ready to compete.

"This lineup looks really reassuring," William breathed out softly, letting go of the iron block hanging in his heart.

'Professor McGonagall even asked me to move out of the confinement. I actually forgot that the twins were contestants, how could they come out to cause trouble! ’

He finally understood where the uneasiness came from - it turned out to be the reason why he didn't see the Weasleys.

Having said that, wouldn't this be the reason why the two of them were allowed to participate in the school team?

When important events are going on, two people have to prepare for the game, so they won't play pranks and reduce the risk of the game?

William complained silently - anyway, he doesn't know much about Quidditch, and his broomstick training has been unable to improve due to the messy chores. At present, he can only fly stably and cannot do difficult moves, let alone reach the level of playing with a broomstick. level.

But he soon discovered that his guess was wrong - even from his basic layman's perspective, the Weasley brothers performed extremely well.

‘But it’s too harsh to allow hitting people with the ball in this game. If you really aim, you can break your arm in one go, right? ’

‘Hey, by the way, I seem to have seen a similar scene in a movie before—but I didn’t understand it at the time. ’

Because he was too embarrassed to ask Adams about things that everyone seemed to know, William observed the students with his peripheral vision and at the same time began to wonder what this competition was all about.

‘It doesn’t seem that complicated—’

Referring to the explanation of the student who served as the commentator, William roughly figured out what was going on after watching it for more than ten minutes - there were players who were responsible for passing the ball and scoring goals, there were players who were guarding the goal to grab the ball, and there were players like Like the Weasley brothers, the player with a stick hitting the ball that was hitting people everywhere on the field.

'The most important change is that there is a ball that wants to hit people to death. No, there are two balls that want to hit people to death. They are not just staring at the side. If they hit, there is a high probability that they can knock people off the broom. . ’

"The Weasley brothers are the players who are responsible for forcing the ball to hit the opponent with a stick," William silently classified the people on the field. "Hitting people directly with a stick should not be allowed - otherwise the opponent is probably being hit with a stick now."

‘Maybe it also has the function of protecting one’s own side from being beaten? I'm not sure, and I don't know if they cooperate well in training or for other reasons. The twins are very offensive, and the players are also very good at dodging the hitting ball. ’

'Considering that there will definitely be tests during training, I guess the twins have beaten each other a lot -' William speculated maliciously, although it was just a joke.

'This game is quite interesting. It's confrontational enough and random. It's just a bit dangerous. If the ball is attacked without authorization, a confusion spell can make it even hit the referee. If I play ball one day, I will definitely play with that player. Choose the profession of holding a stick just like your brothers. ’

Looking at it, William also figured out something. Although he couldn't concentrate on watching because he had the task of watching over the students, he could probably understand what those people were doing.

After he figured it out, he immediately discovered that the situation on the court was not favorable to Gryffindor - even if he was not familiar with flying broomsticks, he could tell that Slytherin's broomstick was much better.

'After all, the college team competition is still not formal enough, and even the brooms cannot be unified - but the swimsuits in the sports games all have their own black technology, who can say anything? ’

He shook his head - Gryffindor was lost.

‘Now there’s a question – what is that guy across the street doing in the sky, checking his steps on WeChat? ’

Although it was a bit disrespectful to call the pair of students this way, William really couldn't figure out what the pair of children were doing - they were not playing ball, not guarding the goal, and even hitting people with the ball was not them.

What's even worse is that their brooms seem to be the best.

‘Are you two referees accompanying the team, cheering on the stage and listening to the cross talk - are you running on the field to watch the game? ’

Although he knew that this kind of Quidditch was so popular that there should be no such thing as a mascot, William really couldn't figure out what the two youngest students in the sky were doing.

‘The one in Gryffindor is Harry Potter, and the one in Slytherin is not very old either. Isn’t he really the mascot? ’

‘Hey, maybe it’s the conductor? ’

William quickly speculated - this is a real 3D game. In an aerial competition, it is natural to have a commander who has an overview of the overall situation. He is responsible for observing the dynamics of the entire field, arranging tactics for the other players, and instructing the players to adapt to changes as quickly as possible.

‘It’s the auxiliary? Because you have less work, you are responsible for commanding the overall situation? ’

After thinking about it this way, William suddenly figured it out - but reality soon hit him in the face.

The two people started fighting in the sky, the two broomsticks rushed together, and then the two assistants William speculated got into a fight in mid-air, and neither one wanted to let go.

"They found out!"

The narrator's voice suddenly became excited.

"They're fighting for it. God, isn't it illegal? No, Potter, Potter!"

‘Fight for, fight for what? ’

William became confused again...

The fight on the field soon came to an end. The two people stumbled down from the air almost hugging each other. Their clothes and hair were all messed up. From a distance, they could see the marks on each other's faces and necks. Blood stains from fingernails.

"Potter, Potter! We win!"

The commentator's butt was so crooked that he must be a Gryffindor.

However, the score is so far behind, how can we win?

ps: The lag is so bad, that’s it for this chapter...