From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"what should I do?"

Lockhart threw away most of his thoughts and started writing seriously in his diary.

'No wonder Dumbledore threw this guy away...'

"I'm thinking about the rude thing again, and I don't want to admit my incompetence, right?"

These words appeared in the diary, "Losing me is the biggest loss in that stupid Dumbledore's life!"

Lockhart quickly took the disrespectful thoughts in his heart deeper and said, "Yes, yes, you are a great treasure. Without you, Dumbledore would not have been able to achieve that level."

"Wise move, Professor Lockhart." This line slowly appeared in the diary, "So, think about it, what are you missing now?"

"Of course fame!"

Lockhart wrote heavily in his diary, "How can the Order of Merlin, Level 3, be worthy of me? Of course, the Order of Merlin, Level 1 is suitable for a legend like me!"

"Are you a legend?"

The diary used to sneer, "You are just a person seeking fame and reputation!"

Although he had been ridiculed countless times, these words still made Lockhart hold the wand tightly - damn diary, you were abandoned by Dumbledore because of this!

Thinking of this, Lockhart became happy. If it weren't for the fact that this diary was really unbearable, how could Dumbledore abandon such a treasure?

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"There's another game?"

William put down the materials in his hands and looked at the delighted Adams.

"Of course, the college and team competitions cannot be put together at the end of the semester," Adams said matter-of-factly, "The first semester is about to end, and the competition has been postponed due to messy things - if we don't hold the competition, There’s no time left for the following weekends!”

"Okay, okay, which two teams are there today?"

William was also happy to have a change of mood. The stories told by the ghosts during this period were really too heavy, so it would be good to watch the college game to change his mood.

"Slytherin vs. Gryffindor - an absolutely exciting and evenly matched battle. Gryffindor collectively changed their broomsticks. It's the best time!"

"New broom?"

"Have you forgotten that in the exhibition match, they defeated Slytherin and received a bonus. Although it was only Nimbus 2000, it was not bad, right?"

William remembered it all at once - because of that game, he had been reading about the basic terms of Quidditch for a while.

"Let's go then. When will the game start?"

"At eleven o'clock, Singed and I have even prepared lunch." Adams showed a satisfied smile.

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"really not bad!"

Maybe it's because I haven't relaxed for a long time, but today's Quidditch looks particularly interesting.

Gryffindor, who had updated their brooms, looked very confident. Although the performance of the brooms was not as good as that of Slytherin, their skills alone allowed the two sides to close the score, and even had a slight advantage.

"On the one hand, we have technical advantages and on the other hand, we have equipment advantages. This is much more exciting than that exhibition match."

William admired sincerely, and was echoed by his two companions.

"That is to say, I don't have any psychological burden at all when watching their game. After all, there are no people from our college." Adams pointed to the commentary desk. "You see, the Gryffindor commentator is different. His mood swings are too much." Big.”

To be honest, the commentator was not suffering from severe mood swings, but simply had a crooked butt - but this would definitely happen if a student were to commentate.

"As long as the game is exciting enough," William said noncommittally, "but is the Bludger over there a little too active?"

Normally, William would not ask such a rude and laughable question in front of a game that he knew a little bit about the rules - if one person made a joke like this in basketball, he felt that his career as a professor would be ruined It will be terminated for this weird reason.

But now the Bludger was so weird that he wasn't sure whether it triggered a hidden rule or some other reason - the Bludger kept hitting one person, with no intention of changing the target at all.

"Who knows, the Bludger is always so crazy." Adams said while looking in the direction William was pointing, "Well, something seems wrong, the pursuit is too tight, as if it was cursed."

"Yes, it's definitely been cursed." Singed observed for a long time, "I swear by my new hair, that thing has definitely been tampered with."

"Then why don't you suspend the inspection?"

"Are you crazy?"

William's question received surprised looks from two colleagues.

"Abandoning the game because of an out-of-control Bludger?"

William was stunned by the incredible looks between the two - what did he say wrong?

"It's just a Bludger. Just check it out after the game. If the game is suspended now, whoever raises it will lose. This is the rule."

"Just cast a stun spell on the referee. What's the rule?"

William complained angrily.

"It's not impossible, it's just that the current referees will hide away - Slytherin can attack Bludgers, which is allowed by the rules, but they can actually escape Mrs. Hooch's inspection, which is amazing."

William found that he was a little confused about the game - 'That thing I saw was really the rules of the game? ’

"Haha, you look like a novice at first glance," Adams said with great interest. "Today is a perfect match using the rules!"

"Among the top ten bans, there are three direct bans related to balls - it is forbidden to destroy the Quaffle, it is forbidden for non-seekers to touch the Snitch, and there is also a prohibition on hitting the Bludgers into the audience. You see, there are never any Rules about not touching Bludgers.”

"Is it okay to hit the referee with a Bludger?"

"Of course, otherwise why do you think a referee dies during a game?"

Adams responded naturally.

"Death in the game - can you still attack the referee with a wand during the game?"

"No, no, no, you can attack the referee, but you can't attack with the wand."

It's outrageous - William originally thought he could understand the game, but it turned out that he really didn't seem to understand Quidditch.

But Adams obviously became interested and began to instruct him in detail about the interesting things on the Quidditch field - the referee's broom was used with random curses, the referee's broom was replaced with a door key, and then the referee was Sent to the desert, burning the opposite broom or attacking the opponent's broom with a stick has been included as a foul, leaving William dumbfounded.

While Adams was describing the interesting anecdotes of the game, the battle on the field became more and more intense. The tampered Bludger frantically attacked Gryffindor's Seeker Harry, but Harry's The flying skills were almost dazzling, spinning the bludger around.

‘He’s like a butcher in the game, a first-class flying genius. ’

The more William looked at it, the more he wanted to admire it - as a person who was in danger of falling into the Black Lake during test flights, he was extremely envious of Harry's flying skills.

"Why the pause?"

Just when William was thinking about how long it would take him to fly to achieve this skill, Harry's flexible movements on the field slowed down. The crazy Bludger immediately found an opportunity and moved crazily towards Harry's arm. Rushed over.

"bingo!"

William quickly pulled out his wand, preparing to rescue him - he could stop Harry in mid-air before he hit the ground.

Adams and the others also pulled out their wands, but the one who hit the ball persisted and moved forward in a strange manner.

"Snitch!"

Adams's exclamation came to William's ears, and he noticed that Harry's hand was shining with a little golden light - and then the broom fell towards the ground at a fast and steady speed.

The referee Mrs. Huo Qi's whistle blew for the entire audience, but the Bludger showed no intention of stopping. It gathered enough force and crashed downwards, as fast as a cannonball.

"It's too cruel," William put down the wand in his hand - Mrs. Hooch was over there, and the Bludger couldn't hurt anyone.

"Boom!"

A huge crash resounded in the field and spread to every corner of the field.

William could see it clearly - just now, Lockhart on the other side of the field hit the Bludger with a magic spell and exploded the Bludger to pieces.

The students in the audience cheered, but Lockhart stood there, smiling at the people around him. It was obvious that he was quite proud of the spell he had just cast.

‘The cheers should be given to the winner, what is he doing out here! ’

Singed whispered in William's ear - Adams is a fan of Lockhart's books, and he really couldn't say this publicly.

"At least we solved the problem." William also whispered.

After saying that, he glanced at the opposite side. The magic that broke the ball just now was not split into pieces but black magic. Is Professor Lockhart even so good at black magic?

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"Stupid and overjoyed."

A few more lines of text appeared in the diary, which made Lockhart feel angry.

"I, Professor Lockhart, saved a student from a dangerous Bludger, and then received cheers from all the teachers and students. What's wrong with that?"

"Any wizard can do it. When did a Bludger become a good talk? Even the students at Hogwarts won't talk about it for long, let alone the Daily Prophet."

The diary showed the words slowly, "Ah, Professor William is dealing with Ravenclaw's diadem, and our Professor Lockhart is dealing with an out-of-control Bludger! God, this must be tomorrow's headline! "

Lockhart felt the blood vessels on both sides of his forehead beating wildly.

Even his most demanding fans would not respond with such scorn, but this book does.

"Okay, you tell me, what is greater than the crown of Ravenclaw!" Lockhart also began to taunt, "You tell me, give me your opinion, do you want me to catch a phoenix? Come out? The Gryffindor hat is still there, but the school has been using it for nearly a thousand years, so it doesn’t count as a discovery. You don’t say that you are greater than the crown, do you?”

"Of course I am the greatest book!"

The diary presents the text as quickly as possible.

"Oh, really?"

Lockhart's font returned to its original beautiful style, "God knows, what is not the founder's, can it be compared with the relics of the founder of Hogwarts?"

"Yes, yes, but it's just you? Do you dare?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Lockhart responded with his quill.

"If you can find out Slytherin's secret, not to mention the attention of the whole school, even if you get the Order of Merlin, there will be no pressure, but - do you dare?"

The last word was bolded, especially the question mark, which clearly irritated Lockhart.

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"What, you said you found the person who would block you when school starts?"

William looked at Harry who suddenly ran over and sat across from his desk with a look of shock on his face.

Are you kidding me - there are no more clues to this matter, so it will be settled?

"How did you find it?"

He was indeed curious. Logically speaking, it had been a long time since this happened, so could the criminal be so stupid that he would just show up at his door?

"It found me. Dobby did it."

Did you really deliver it yourself?

"More than?"

"Yes, a house elf who came from nowhere. He found me and persuaded me to leave school at Christmas and stop getting involved in the wizarding world."

Harry said something joking with a serious face.

William knew that Christmas was coming - but no longer involved in the wizarding world, what wizard would be willing to give up his wand?

"Are you sure? Not the school elf?"

"No, Professor, the clothes don't look like it, and I was framed by that elf during the holidays."

"Have you told Professor McGonagall about this?" William became interested. "As far as I know, such a matter will be registered with the Ministry of Magic. The first warning will be the second expulsion. If it can be investigated, it will be If that Dobby does it, at least you can get a warning and punishment."

"Not yet, Professor."

Harry was annoyed - he was angry with himself.

Although his owl was locked up at the time, if he had told Professor McGonagall afterwards, it might not have happened so much later.

"You have to learn to trust Professor McGonagall." William stared at Harry. "She is your dean. Although she is indeed scary, she cares about you more than all the professors in the school."

"Okay, Professor."

Harry's tone was perfunctory - William could hear it, but there was nothing he could do about it. Professor McGonagall was usually too strict, which made students afraid to approach her for general matters.

"Can elves outside the school enter and leave the school at will?" William tapped his other hand with his fingers, "I have to ask."

"Bart, can you come here?"

He called to the elf, and the Bart rushed over at an extremely fast speed.

"Professor, do you have any orders?"

"I have a question, Bart. Can house elves from other families enter and leave Hogwarts freely?"

"Free access?" Bart stretched out his hand and scratched his ears, "Probably not, Professor."

"Can't?"

"Yes, professor, no, only school personnel can. (Note)"

"Then do you know Dobby?"

Harry interrupted suddenly, and then described the appearance of the elf named Dobby.

"I don't know, Mr. Potter." Bart thought for a moment, then scratched his ears and replied.

"Okay, thank you, Bart."

Bart bowed and Apparated again.

Note: After thinking about it, the loopholes in Hogwarts should not be that big, and it shouldn’t be possible for any elf to invade - Malfoy’s father is the school director after all, and the school recognizes it, so Dobby can come in and out at will, otherwise the castle The security loopholes in protection are too big to be discovered by no one in a thousand years.

ps: There is still one chapter left, only 800 words left... It depends on the speed... I suggest you not wait.