From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Human beings have limits - this is something William has known for a long time.

Except that they are not human beings, everyone has various shortcomings and things that they are not good at doing. This is human nature and is unavoidable.

Just like he tried hard to teach himself how to fly but still couldn't fly with some second grade students, he also had no clue when it came to house elves illegally invading the school.

Therefore, he chose to take Harry to report.

"Professor, is it worth it to go to Professor Dumbledore for this matter?"

Walking next to William, Harry was a little scared - he just met a strange house elf, so he wouldn't go to the headmaster, right?

"As for, especially those weird threats - there's a huge conspiracy hanging over Hogwarts, so it's going to drive you out of the school."

William repeated softly, "I'm very curious about what a huge conspiracy it is. Even Dumbledore can't protect you in school."

He smiled and said, "To be honest, when Dumbledore can't protect you in school, it's probably useless to run anywhere. Leaving school won't make anyone safer - that Dobby invaded you during the summer vacation The room is empty, and what it can do, others can also do it. For a little wizard like you who can’t cast spells freely, a spell is enough.”

Harry also grinned. What he was most afraid of now was not the threat, but the need to really leave Hogwarts. The professors said it was funny, so of course he didn't have to worry.

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"Sizzling Bee Candy."

William said the password to the stone beast in the principal's office.

"Sorry Professor, the principal is not here, please go find Professor McGonagall."

…

William glanced at the principal's office, speechless.

'It would be more tactful to pass the blame to Professor McGonagall, Headmaster! ’

"Go find Professor McGonagall, the principal is not here."

William controlled his facial expressions and tried hard not to give the students the illusion that the principal was a professional scapegoat. Enough of the jokes passed down among the professors, the students should wait until they face the love of the principal of this school. Find out the truth.

Harry obviously belongs to the type of student who has never even heard about it. After hearing that he was going to Professor McGonagall, the child's face turned ugly.

There was nothing they could do about it. Gryffindor was not afraid of anything except its own dean. Even the professors had a bad temper, but when they met Professor McGonagall, all of them lost their temper.

However, things had to be done, and when William took Harry to Professor McGonagall's office, Professor McGonagall was dealing with a thick stack of documents.

"Professor McGonagall, morning."

"Good morning to you, Professor William," Professor McGonagall looked at William's response, and then stared at Harry for half a minute, making Harry almost shrink his head under the table.

"Phew," Professor McGonagall sighed, and then put down the document in her hand, "Professor William, what trouble did Potter get into? How long does Potter need to be detained? In theory, I completely agree, but I hope it is best for him not to be with him. The Weasley brothers are in detention together."

"Not confinement, Professor."

"Then, expulsion?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

"Professor William, expulsion is the last resort if confinement doesn't work. The school does not recommend expelling any student. Maybe things are not that bad -"

Now William didn't dare to omit it, he was afraid that if he continued talking, Harry would have to be sent to Azkaban.

"That's right, Professor..."

William briefly recounted a conversation he had with Harry - during the conversation, he noticed that Professor McGonagall's expression suddenly relaxed.

"In other words, a house elf who does not belong to the school entered the school hospital?"

"Yes, that's how it should be."

"But Potter, didn't you just have a broken bone? Why did you stay in the hospital overnight?"

Professor McGonagall turned to look at Harry.

"Wood and the others felt that I needed to recuperate. After consulting Madam Pomfrey, I was placed in the hospital for observation for a day."

Harry was as honest as a quail.

"Theoretically, no one except the elves in the school can enter, and the magic is still there - how could it break in..."

Professor McGonagall's expression became serious.

"What magic, Professor?"

"That's not what you should be focusing on, Potter."

"Yes, Professor."

Harry suddenly had no problems.

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"Professor McGonagall said she would tell Dumbledore, and it's none of our business now, Potter."

William left the office with a relaxed expression - the job had been reported, and all he had to do next was to make sure there were no accidents.

"I will ask Bart to pay attention to you in the next week. If that Dobby dares to come over, Bart will stop him," William whispered, "Just don't think about doing anything illegal during this period. Yes, although I might turn a blind eye on weekdays, if you still dare to go out in the middle of the night during this period, then I will apply for confinement with Professor McGonagall."

William said with half intimidation and half persuasion - this is a very strange thing at the moment. If he doesn't say something harsh, who knows if Harry will run around in the middle of the night and get into trouble or something?

House elves who can sneak attack are not easy to deal with. William has an elf prison mate. Even if he doesn't use magic, he is still a master of combat, relying on his fists to get rid of the newcomers' education work.

"Okay, Professor, I will pay attention."

Harry agreed without any hesitation - in Gryffindor, compared to Professor William's papers, Professor William's dazzling detention routine is truly unforgettable. Students who have passed the detention can even play pranks. The impulses are reduced.

"Is there any shouting outside the window?"

William seemed to have heard something, and without confirming it, asked Harry.

"It seems there is?"

Harry also nodded, which made William pull out his wand and rush towards the window - there were already many people crowded outside the window, and they were making some noise over there.

William listened for a while and finally determined what they were shouting.

"Filch?"

'What are they calling Filch for? ’

William looked at Harry subconsciously, but realized that Harry didn't know anything, so he could only helplessly turn his head downwards and listen carefully to the shouts of those people.

"Filch, Filch again..."

It's Filch, but what happened to Filch?

The sounds below were getting noisier and louder, and William concentrated on trying to hear useful news from the sounds below.

"Filch is dead...!"

"Filch is dead...!"

…

"What a joke!"

Words similar to "hang" were heard, and William became anxious... Hang himself?

He originally wanted to continue distinguishing, but now it was too late. He didn't even have time to go down the stairs. A burst of magic broke the window and jumped straight down. The iron armor curse and the floating curse were cast on himself in the air.

With a "pause", William fell to the ground unscathed amid the surprised looks of a group of students.

'Fortunately, the floating spell fell slowly enough, so I had time to adjust my posture, so I didn't need to roll—'

Such thoughts passed away in a flash, and William immediately began to look for Filch.

"Students, please step aside. I'm here to see how Filch is doing -" William became serious mid-sentence, "Everyone stop moving! No movement is allowed unless I give an order!"

"Anyone close to Filch, raise your hands!"

However, no one raised their hands. After a few seconds, the student on the edge raised his hand and said, "Professor, this way!"

William looked over subconsciously, and then realized something was wrong - the situation seemed much better than the worst-case scenario he had considered, but now the problem came again.

Why is Filch hanging on the wall again?