From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Students over there, stop!"

Filch's rough voice sounded in the corridor, and the scolded students stood there like quails, listening to the administrator's words.

"Filch is too grumpy now..."

In the corridor, the twins pretended to be harmless and communicated with their eyes.

"Don't make a sound, Filch hates us now!"

George returned the look.

The two of them even held back their breathing, for fear of irritating the current Filch, the administrator who was almost crazy now.

After finally escaping through the corridor while the unlucky scapegoat was scolded, the two of them let out a long sigh.

"Survived——"

"Yes, Fred."

The two leaned against the wall. "I think Filch is going crazy! He is working day and night now. That guy Jordan was almost caught last night - doesn't Filch have to sleep?"

"Who knows? After all, he has a cat as a helper - but if this continues, one of them will collapse."

"Who do you think is so bold? How dare you hang Filch on the windowsill? Hasn't he been found out yet?"

"Who knows? Fortunately, we are dealing with dragon dung and are supervised the whole time. Otherwise, I think we will definitely not be able to escape - if we can't catch the real culprit, maybe Filch will be satisfied if we are fired?"

"That's hard to say."

George responded with a smile, "It's time to go, we still have confinement to do today."

"We're just going to spend the Christmas holiday in confinement," Fred muttered. "But we have to be grateful for the holidays. There's still another month of confinement. I'd go crazy without these two weeks."

"Then, go see Bill?"

"Of course I am staying in school - this is a rare campus life that does not require confinement!"

Fred responded in an exaggerated voice.

"You want to check?"

George asked suddenly.

"You don't want to check?"

"Of course I thought about it - Professor William is really generous. The seventh grade student said that whoever can catch the person who committed the crime, Professor William will directly get him a letter of recommendation from Dumbledore!"

George thought about it and was still a little unsure, "The reward is indeed tempting, but it is only for seventh graders."

"We have all worn the crown. If we catch that guy, will we be rejected? Think about it, with that letter of recommendation, my mother will not nag us to study weird things all day long for at least three years."

"sounds good."

George raised his hand and struck Fred's hand together.

——

"It's Christmas vacation, William, take it easy!"

In the staff lounge, Adams was handing out preserves and shouting to William who was sitting on the table in the corner.

'Theoretically, it should be easy, Christmas holiday -' William forced a smile, "Okay!"

'But I always feel like it's the same as Ginny killing the cock! ’

In the recent investigation, although Professor McGonagall mobilized all the oil paintings, gathered the idle students, and arranged for the professor to investigate the two places where the incident occurred, nothing was found in the end.

Even if Filch got an agreement from Dumbledore to fire him if he caught the murderer, it would be of no use - because no one could be found.

‘There are no traces of the same, there is no trace of the same – does it really matter? ’

While thinking about it, William stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth.

‘But all the students who have worn the crown have been checked, and none of them have the time to commit the crime, and there are all alibi witnesses. ’

'Even the crowned professors, under my suspicion, Headmaster Dumbledore checked, no one had time to hang Filch on the wall. ’

'But there is no doubt that Ginny is the one who killed the chicken. We even saw her next to Hagrid's house, and she didn't have time to commit the crime this time! ’

‘Who is it? What does he want to do? Chicken blood is a ritual - hanging Filch up too? The Hanged Man? ’

'Ah, bah - so bitter! ’

William subconsciously spat out the candied fruit in his mouth - crazy, can bitter melon be made into candied fruit?

——

"Filch is crazy."

"Poor Professor Lockhart, your so-called method of resolving the administrator's concerns is such a crude way of picking off people's wits?"

"Don't worry, he is indeed looking for students who might have done this like a madman."

Lockhart wrote in his diary in a calm mood.

He single-handedly successfully raided the castle administrator, and used what happened last time to completely shift the administrator's attention from the school's secret passage to the students - at least when Filch peed in mid-air. Before the pants rumors disappear, the administrator will never have the extra energy to do anything else.

"Okay, despicable Professor Lockhart, you succeeded in attracting the administrator's attention. Although not as clever, the effect is just as good."

The words that appeared in the diary were slow and neat, "Now you should be able to enjoy that epoch-making discovery alone. Find it, open it, and then polish the story, just like you have always done in the past, so that you can be in the new story Become a legend.'"

"Of course, I am a living legend," Lockhart said without raising his pen, looking at himself in the photo with emotion. Although this diary tried to ridicule him all the time, it could really give some great information at key points. of suggestions.

‘It’s just not close yet. ’

Looking at the words in the diary, he realized for the first time that I was not bad either.

After thinking about it, he wrote in his diary with his beautiful quill pen, "Stupid, don't always think about giving me advice on things you are not good at - do you know what a legend is?" "

He moved his pen like flying, "I discovered a secret left by Slytherin, and that's the end of it?"

"You think my readers would like a story like this, you think the Daily Prophet would like a story like this?"

"No one knows legends better than me!"

"No one is hurt, there is no danger or mystery, so what if it is something left over from Slytherin? The gimmick of the story is not even as attractive as the village wizard expelling the vampires!"

Lockhart wrote quickly and scolded Fang Qiu. He felt that this moment was the best moment for him in the past year. Countless inspirations spewed out of his mind, bit by bit, forming the rather great story in his imagination.

"Don't Slytherins hate Muggles? Then add it!"

"You can even expel all Muggle-borns in the castle - no, no, no, expulsion is pointless, kill, yes, kill!"

"Nothing is more attractive than a death threat to a Muggle-born wizard!"

"My readers are going to love this story!"

"Stupid Professor Lockhart, you overestimate yourself, you can't do it," the diary was still complaining, but its rebuttal at this moment was simply not worth mentioning, which made Lockhart even happier - It has been so long since he got this book, and this is the first time he has suppressed it.

‘I will be a legend, just this time, Order of Merlin First Class, here I come! ’

ps; It’s scary how the switch turns off after twelve o’clock...