From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Well, well, that's right."

William in the office nodded, looking attentively listening.

"You think so too, professor?"

The ghost opposite William saw William nodding heavily and was quite satisfied with William's reaction.

"They're going too far, aren't they?"

"Of course, no problem, madam -" William gave the most correct response, which made the ghost's face sitting opposite him look much better, even though it was originally silver-white.

"Thank you, Professor." The ghost lady's expression was cheerful, but it soon turned sad. "Sorry, Professor, I still can't seem to let it go..."

"Walking more, seeing more," William swallowed the words that time would dilute everything, and turned to other comforts without leaving a trace, "Staying there all the time will do you no good, you should change It might be better to be a ghost in this place, and it might be better to get to know more ghost friends.”

"Maybe -" the ghost lady's voice became deeper and deeper, "Anyway, thank you, Professor, I will consider your suggestion carefully."

She stood up, looking disappointed, and after a hasty salute, she walked through the wall and left.

'Oh, I have a headache...'

William sighed, put down his quill and notes, and sank into the chair, his whole body slumped on it, unable to move.

It's already December, and more than a month has passed since the Halloween incident, but the impact of that incident has not dissipated even now...

After a long time, William, who had regained some energy, finally raised his hand and pressed it on his temples to calm his brain.

This is already the hundredth ghost he has received in more than a month, and it has slowed down in the past few days. In the first few days when he was free from class, he had no time to do anything else.

"Another tragedy," he looked at the record in his hand and shook his head.

It's normal. Without tragedy, no ghost would be born. Although some stories of the birth of ghosts are very funny, the core of those comedies are all tragedies - after all, ghosts are almost always unwilling to give up.

Although the official cause of the ghosts was that the dead wizards did not have the courage to face death, after talking to those ghosts during this period, William discovered something.

Except for a few ghosts, the saying that there is no courage to go on is completely equivalent to the fact that there are things that can't be let go. As the saying goes, being strong without desire means that when there is nothing to keep the ghosts, they will naturally have the courage to go on.

'Of course, weird things are not excluded...'

William looked through his records and saw that the handwriting was a bit sloppy, and he confirmed his thoughts again.

‘The 36th ghost guest.

Title: Immortal Bodie

Cause of death: Death from taking magic potion

(Followed by a series of useless records)

’

William sighed, ignored the pile of unreliable information, and skipped to the last scrawled part.

"The potion he brewed was the elixir that he thought could lead to immortality! Because he was afraid of death, he tried various ways to make himself immortal. As a result, he poisoned himself to death with the potion he created after learning potions by himself!

Then I felt unwilling and felt that I didn't deserve to die, so I lived as a ghost!

Are there any weird ghosts in the wizarding world?

And told me that he is still working hard on ways to become immortal?

And you think the ghost is in a good state, at least he is immortal?

What kind of weird existence is this?

Wasting my time! ! ! "

William looked at the huge exclamation point at the end of his record that almost cut through the paper, and couldn't help but laugh, 'Speaking of which, it would be great if all ghosts felt like that one that it would be nice to become a ghost. ’

He closed the notebook, put it away, and locked it with magic - those records were recorded to better help the ghosts have the confidence to go on. Although the person involved was dead, they still had to be kept confidential.

"William!"

Adams shouted from outside the door, "Is the visitor gone?"

"No more. I should have changed my status. Come in, Adams."

William stood up, opened the door, and shouted to Adams standing at the door.

"That's good," Adams walked in with a small basket and raised the basket before he sat down. "New product! Newly developed by members of my club, try it!"

"I'm looking forward to it." William was not polite. He picked up something similar to an egg tart, took a look at it and found that the shape was cute, then stuffed it into his mouth, "Why are you here free today?"

"Today is a holiday!"

Adams stared at William, "Are you so busy that you have forgotten the date?"

"Holiday?" William flipped through it, "It seems like - but I won't have classes on Friday, so I didn't pay attention. I recently got an ancient memory ball, which will remind me that I have to go to class the night before."

"ancient?"

"No, that one on the table," William pointed to the small crystal ball floating in the air. It was given to him by a ghost, saying it could remind some important itineraries. After experimenting several times, he found that when the itinerary The watch is really good, so I just used it.

"This - the raw materials have been exhausted! This is a memory ball made from the best divination crystal. The special crystal in that place was used up before the Wizarding War a hundred years ago!"

‘God knows, that ghost seems to have died four or five hundred years ago. William thought about it and found that it was quite normal - crystal is a consumable material, and the mines that were used up a hundred years ago were not too precious four or five hundred years ago. In the past, poor people still ate hairy crabs to survive. Bath crabs are too expensive to buy...

"What is that?" Adams had sharp eyes and looked at where the ghost of the noble lady was sitting. A dim brooch was lying there, which could not be found without looking carefully.

"Maybe it's that person's reward," William shook his head, showing no interest in observing carefully - those ghosts would always leave some small items after coming to talk to him, some were given openly, and some were secretly left behind. , anyway, no one has come to retrieve the lost items so far.

"Can ghosts carry things?"

"Of course, if they are willing, they are just tired -" William took another egg tart with a texture similar to marshmallows. During the banquet, he was not sure who prepared the tableware and candles, but after talking to the ghost for such a long time, He had long figured out that ghosts could move objects in small amounts.

"Speaking of which, you are really soft-hearted. Even though Filch reported that we should not expel those ghosts that disrupt teaching work, you actually took the initiative to resist the matter."

Adams held the brooch to identify it for a long time. Without realizing why, he put it on William's table again.

"Stop talking, I want to duel with myself now - it took me half a day just to persuade Filch to accept that ghosts can come over, let alone spend time talking to those ghosts."

William laughed and complained about himself.

"Tch," Adams made a contemptuous gesture, "how many ghosts have decided to go on during this time?"

"Five."

William said proudly.

"so much?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the effect of a lecture was so good. Maybe they looked away." William straightened his body, "There is nothing I can do. If you don't talk to them, those guys will stretch out from the wall from time to time. I come out to look at you, and then I look at you again, just shout, and run away immediately, but it will come back the next day, who can do anything?"

"Aren't you soft-hearted?"

Adams bit into a dessert and mumbled something vaguely.

"Okay, okay, I admit that I do feel soft. After all, I am a child under eleven years old. A child so young has become a ghost - it is really..."

William shook his head, "His parents were still professors at Hogwarts. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to enter the school if he was too young. After all, he is the child of a former colleague. I can help him in any way he can. Anyway, some conversation That’s all, I can’t watch that guy come to my place every day to hide and seek.”

After giving the two ghosts the courage to go on, the ghosts who had lived for hundreds of years began to observe him like crazy, neither approaching nor staying away. They looked at him occasionally, and then hid when he noticed. There was no need for rest, and almost 24-hour surveillance made it impossible for him to continue his investigation.

Several times he planned to force the school to expel those ghosts, but in the end it was that child who made his originally firm heart soften.

After making three arrangements with the ghosts and leaving them time to talk, William's original schedule finally returned to normal, but the extra conversation made him anxious - as for the rewards, he let another ghost choose After walking on, it became unimportant.

"So the brooch needs to be tested by Singed?"

"Keep it for now and let's get together later. I'm sorry to trouble him all the time." William opened the drawer. "You didn't explicitly say that you want to give this to me, so let's keep it in this drawer for now."

He opened another drawer and said, "You can choose one here. They are all expressly given to me, but the effect is not very clear. It just shows how good your eyesight is."

William simply put the entire drawer on the table. Adams was shocked by the drawer full of small bits and pieces.

There is no way, except for a few rare jewelry, everything has some magic fluctuations, so it can be sold for some Galleons.

"You went to rob a store?"

"No, I don't have any desire to appraise just listening to those stories. If you want to look for it, just see if there is anything useful." William is very Buddhist - the difficulty he faces is a top treasure like a crown, check it out The information has not improved much so far. The things in the drawer are not very helpful at all.

"Then I'm welcome."

Adams picked through a pile of odds and ends and didn't even eat the dessert. William didn't bother to say anything, just put the basket in his hand and started eating happily.

——

"That Professor William seems to have received a ghost again."

In Lockhart's office, the diary he held showed these words.

This made Lockhart's eyes turn red. He grabbed his beautiful quill and started writing crazily in his diary.

"Professor William, I am the professor! Professor Lockhart, the great adventurer, Professor Lockhart!"

"you?"

There is a word and a big question mark floating on the diary, which is full of irony.

"Yes, of course it's me, the great me, the amazing me!"

"Give up, what's the use of your Professor Lockhart's Problem Solving Club? Great? What greatness! Do your readers think that a club that deceives little girls in the school will be more famous than a club that solves the problems of ghosts?"

"Are you kidding me?" The words appeared in the diary faster and faster. "Does Professor Lockhart really think those ghosts won't say anything to others?"

"No, no!~"

Lockhart's face became distorted, and he frantically scratched the diary with his quill, trying to erase those damn sentences.

"I am Lockhart, I am the great adventurer, I am the great professor!"

"Does your greatness mean a greatness that even some elves can't control?"

The sarcasm in the diary became more and more pointed, causing Lockhart to close it and throw the diary far away.

But he quickly picked up the diary and opened it with a guilty conscience.

"You are scared, Lockhart - just like my former master Dumbledore!"

Such writing appeared on the diary.

"I'm not! I'm not, I'm not!"

Lockhart muttered, but the quill in his hand did not write anything in the diary.

This is a true book that reflects the heart of its owner and offers suggestions for improvement - its last owner was Albus Dumbledore.

It was with the help of this great book disguised as a diary that Dumbledore would become the greatest White Wizard in history.

This is what the book told Lockhart when he discovered it.

He regarded such remarks as a joke, but when the book clearly showed that Professor Lockhart was actually a fool and put forward suggestions for improvement, Lockhart was shaken.

Dumbledore's stuff!

The thing that helped him become the greatest wizard was right in front of it - it could teach him many things, although it always hurt his heart, but what did it matter?

Dumbledore abandoned this book after becoming the most powerful wizard, so Lockhart could do the same. After all, Lockhart was born to be great, wasn't he?

This book gives good advice on improving his strength, asking him to talk to students to gain fame in the school - that Ron Weasley is a member of the Weasley family, Harry's good friend, as long as that I feel that he is a good professor, which is much more effective than working directly with Harry.

That's quite right, isn't it?

He had heard Harry's friends say nice things about him many times - much better than before.

There are even hints in the course, although they are sarcastic, they are effective and confirmed.

As for attacking students and causing chaos, ha, that's what he's good at.

Lockhart, who dealt with the chaos, became a hero, didn't he?

He saved students in one place and provided cover in another. It was a perfect plan, and even Dumbledore didn't doubt it.

But what follows is an even harsher satire in this book—

'But it doesn't matter, I will throw you away sooner or later, when I become the greatest wizard! ’

Lockhart took a breath and pushed the thought away. He needed to find some clues again.

ps: I will make up the first chapter tomorrow... I can’t finish it today.