From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The last time Filch hung it on the outer wall of the castle, although William was the one who experienced it, he didn't see it, but this time he saw it for real.

Filch didn't have any ropes or other fixtures tied to his body. He simply hooked his feet into the small space on the window sill and stuck himself firmly to the outer wall. There was no doubt that Filch was again. Petrified.

'What bastard did this? ’

William was a little angry - hanging people on the window sill was a joke with human life, it was simply murder.

But being angry, he could still control his emotions.

You can't unjustly accuse students without finding the murderer, right?

After looking at the students watching the excitement around him, William put away the idea of ​​using the Flying Curse - knocking someone down from this height and letting the students watch around would be a secondary injury to Filch.

Considering how to disperse the surrounding students, these guys would also drag him to watch the fun, William had no choice but to sigh and take out a piece of cloth.

'It's an emergency, just feel embarrassed...'

He ran two steps quickly, cast a floating spell on himself to reduce the weight, and then quickly threw the cloth belt towards the upper window corresponding to the bottom window of the castle above. One end of the cloth belt instantly stuck to it firmly, and his hand As soon as he exerted all his strength, he rushed towards the other end of the cloth belt.

When he was about to approach, William stepped on the window sill and cast a levitating spell on himself. The cloth strap in his hand shrank and was pulled out to the upper floor. After several jumps, he was close to the floor where Filch was. .

An iron armor spell was cast on Filch, and a burst of magic broke the window. William jumped in, and Filch floated in with him as he waved his wand.

"I'm still not good at using the Flying Curse - otherwise I would be able to do it under the castle."

William commented to himself on his operation, trying not to recall the embarrassing window climbing performance just now.

This is a rope-pulled broomstick skill that was trained on the Black Lake - there is no way, although you can't learn to fly, you have to practice.

However, if a person is soaked in water, it can be dried easily, but if a broomstick is soaked in water, it is not a simple magic problem that can be solved. If it is not maintained, the broom borrowed from the school will soon break down.

Moreover, after the broom was soaked in water, it would affect subsequent practice, so he simply practiced this skill in combination with the deformation technique - when the broom cannot be controlled well and someone falls, just use a tape to stick the broom to it, and if the rescue is quick enough, even the broom can be saved. No one needs to soak in the black lake.

'It's a bit ugly no matter what -'

After all, William still has some basic aesthetics. He has watched a lot of martial arts movies - the way he uses a root cloth belt is even uglier than wearing a wire...

‘I can’t relax in the practice of basic magic. If I can control it accurately under the castle, will I still need to do this? ’

After calming down a little, William pointed his wand at Filch and began to check the magic in him - not dark magic, just an ordinary petrification spell.

"Fortunately, the perpetrator probably just wanted to imitate and not surpass, otherwise the trouble today would be much greater."

The wand was waved and the petrification spell came into contact, and Filch's roaring voice exploded almost instantly.

"Asshole! Fired, fired, fired!"

"Of course, fired."

William didn't have any objections. The twins were under control after all. The perpetrator this time was an imitator at first glance - this kind of thing can be imitated. Why should school rules be enforced if not expelled?

"If you think it's okay, we'll go find Professor McGonagall now. The principal is not here today -" William looked at Filch, who was still lying down, and judged whether he was injured, "But who attacked you? Filch?"

"I don't know," Filch calmed down a little, and sat on the ground and began to think back, "Mrs. Norris told me that there was movement in the secret passage on the fourth floor, and then I hurried over, but just as I After entering the secret passage, I was attacked from behind!"

"This was a planned attack, murder!"

Filch's voice was extremely irritable, but William felt that he could completely understand the administrator's mood.

"Of course, it is a long-planned attack. It uses sound to attract you, then uses magic to sneak attack you, and finally - carries out an extremely dangerous action that has been planned for a long time."

Taking into account the emotions of the person involved, William carefully used less exciting words.

"We have to go find Professor McGonagall, gather the students, and then investigate the clues about the attack locations." William stretched out his hand to Filch who was sitting on the ground. "If there is no problem, let's go together. It is no longer a prank, and such imitators must be fired."

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In Professor McGonagall's office, William knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Professor McGonagall, who was immersed in his work, raised his head from the pile of documents and said, "Professor William, did Harry remember anything again?"

'Harry? ’

William was stunned for a moment and realized that he seemed to have left the student in an empty classroom.

But it’s not a big problem. This is still within the school. Besides, if the professor doesn’t keep an eye on things, something will happen. Then Hogwarts might as well be renamed Hogwarts Prison - Azkaban is not even that outrageous...

"It's not Harry, it's Filch..." William walked in quickly, followed by the grumpy Filch.

"What's the matter, Mr. Filch?"

"Murder!" Filch gritted his teeth. "A deliberate murder, Professor!"

His face turned purple because of anger, "A student set a trap to attack me, and then hung me on the outer wall of the castle, exactly like last time!"

"Exactly the same?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes turned cold, "They set a trap and then do what they did last time?"

The quill held by Professor McGonagall made a clicking sound, and the adsorbed ink filled Professor McGonagall's right hand.

"Who did it?"

The professor's tone was calm, but the air around him was a few degrees colder for no reason.

"Not sure yet, Professor -" Filch's tone was a little aggrieved, "I only know that I was attacked in the secret passage on the fourth floor."

"Very good, very good, I have learned all the traps."

There was no emotion in Professor McGonagall's tone. She waved her right hand, and the ink stain disappeared instantly, and then she pulled out her wand.

As she waved her wand, a transparent tabby cat landed lightly on the table, and then quickly ran towards the door.

"Professor William and Mr. Filch, you go to the scene to investigate first, and I will ask the portraits to cooperate with you," Professor McGonagall said while looking at the oil paintings in his office, "Please help me call the prefects over. , all the prefects came and informed them to ask all students who are not in class to return to the lounge."

Seeing Professor McGonagall enter the crazy mode, William didn't even plan to ask, and just left with Filch - it was important to arrest people, and the office was indeed a bit cold...

ps: There are still 800 words left, so the second chapter should be a bit late. It is not recommended to wait...forcibly separate it, it will not be the same if it is broken...