From Azkaban To Hogwarts

When students hurried to William's office to report, William was studying the curse.

A sixth-grade student stumbled into the office, out of breath, "Professor William... Phew, something happened... Someone was attacked by black magic..."

"dark magic?"

William's face behind the desk suddenly became serious. This was what he was studying in his course, and he knew very well what black magic meant.

Most black magic has one thing in common: the wounds it causes are extremely difficult to heal or simply impossible to heal.

Although the situation was urgent, William still resisted the urge to run over immediately.

"What kind of wound? What form of black magic? What grade is the caster?"

While speaking, William quickly opened his drawer and dug out the first aid potions he had prepared in his spare time - these things were so delicate that they wouldn't even last a week if left in a bag hanging around all day.

"I don't know, Professor," the child shook his head, "They were petrified, right at the door of the kitchen, like sculptures, but that gesture is not a petrification spell at all, it's just like-"

He considered his choice of words, "It's like a sculpture, completely devoid of signs of life."

"sculpture?"

William thought quickly, but this description made it impossible for him to find the exact curse.

"Forget it, let's go to the scene first."

——

When William arrived on the scene, students were already crowding around the kitchen.

Near the kitchen is the Hufflepuff lounge, and Hufflepuff students occupy most of the surrounding space.

"Students, please give way. I need to assess the situation," William said from behind. With the sound amplified by magic, the students quickly squeezed a path for him.

Not caring about politeness at this moment, William hurriedly walked toward the center of the crowd.

The situation was worse than he imagined - a person and a ghost were leaning against the wall, stiff and lifeless, like a sculpture that had been eroded by the wind for hundreds of years. It gave a sense of decay that even the stone had died.

There is no doubt that this is not an ordinary petrification spell, but black magic.

‘It’s not done by students, at least not by ordinary students. ’

William made an instant judgment, and then began to take out his dragon leather gloves from his pocket - they were not high-end goods, but they were enough to deal with this kind of situation.

‘Two pairs is enough, any more will affect flexibility. ’

He quickly cleaned the glove with a charm and put it on.

"Keep quiet!" William turned around and looked at all the students, and then carefully observed the students leaning against the wall.

He was small in stature, with a frightened expression on his face, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something terrifying——

'What scared her like this? ’

William was a little curious. This child could get first place in open-book exams, which made him remember it deeply. "I remember when we first met, she said she wanted to grill the huge squid in Black Lake. For a foodie of this level, What did you see that would scare you like this? ’

He observed Thelma's fallen posture and tried to right her up - 'With her head raised, what she saw must be very high...'

But this speculation is basically useless. Thelma is almost like a first-year student. Except for the house elves, there is no one shorter than her in this school...

'But with this look, he was cursed before his expression could even change? ’

In order to prevent the speculation from being finalized, William turned and looked at another victim.

'Fat monk...'

He couldn't help but raise his hand and tried to rub his eyebrows, but found that he was wearing gloves and had no choice but to give up - the black magic that can also affect ghosts is extremely difficult. Although he has mastered such magic, he is definitely not as skilled as the murderer. .

'So fast that even the ghost didn't react,' he stared at the fat monk who was petrified in a conversational posture and speculated, 'No, more than that, it should be an instant spell that instantly attacked a ghost and a student. , so fast that the students had no time to shout out a word, and so powerful that it can cause such a terrifying effect after penetrating a ghost."

‘It’s incredible. If we face him head-on, I won’t be able to defeat him even if I attack first. Without tearing the card, I have to sneak attack and get lucky to defeat him. ’

William quickly made a judgment on the combat effectiveness of himself and the spellcaster.

Therefore, the most effective solution at present is definitely not to deal with this matter yourself, but to wait for Dumbledore's arrival.

"Attention all students," William expanded his voice again, threatening the students, "students from each college will immediately return to the lounge under the leadership of the prefects. If anyone is still moving in the corridor within fifteen minutes, I promise to He is in solitary confinement until the end of the school year.”

"Go back to the lounge. There is no need. Anyone who is an enemy of the heir should be alert! Haha, Slytherin doesn't worry about this!"

There was laughter among the students, which made William couldn't help but cast his eyes to see who was so excited.

Slytherin's robes - yes, William nodded, not a Gryffindor disguise.

"Twenty points will be deducted from Slytherin for violating the school rules related to emergency gatherings. If you say anything else, you will go to the hospital and clean the toilets for a month."

William announced lightly.

The majesty brought about by various confinements and exams for a semester has taken effect - this time there is no thorn in the side.

Seeing that the professor was being serious, the students immediately dispersed. Only Hufflepuff, who was closest to the lounge, was still a little worried and hesitated to leave - the lounge was only a minute away, and they wanted to see their own home. What is going on with the students at the academy?

"Professor, what happened to Thelma?"

The child who had invited William to dine during the holidays came a little closer and asked softly.

"This is a very serious black magic that cannot be lifted immediately. It is difficult to prepare the anti-curse potion, but if the raw materials are sufficient, I can prepare it." The man-eater was short-tongued and it was a serious matter. William was embarrassed to continue to be fierce and picky. He said as much as he could reveal, at least to give these children a reassurance.

However, it goes without saying that there is no special potion and can only be solved by a powerful curse-breaking potion. But now there is no need for him to continue making up lies. After William investigated for a long time, the other professors also rushed over. .

‘Why so slow? ’

William whispered to the student who brought him here, "Who did you notify first?"

"You and Professor Lockhart, Professor."

During the conversation, Lockhart had already shouted loudly in the crowd, "Professor William, you are here, how is the situation? I was writing a manuscript, and I almost didn't hear the student's warning. If it hadn't been for someone coming from my window When I walked by, I didn’t even know something like this happened!”

‘I’m working on a manuscript...’ There was no reaction on William’s face. He took a few steps to meet the professors who came over, and said to the leader, Professor McGonagall:

"The matter is very serious. I can't handle this black magic. It is more powerful than the black magic I use most diligently. I don't dare to use the curse-breaking magic I have. It will cause magical changes..."

"Where are the students?"

Professor McGonagall's expression was more serious than usual.

"I asked them to return to the lounge. The prefects were watching them. Except for the nearest Hufflepuff, all the other houses have left now."

William quickly responded to the professor's question.

"That's good," Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll take a look."

She began to examine the two petrified victims, her expression extremely focused.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, William began to answer Professor Lockhart's question, "I don't know what to do with it. Professor Lockhart, go ahead and try it. I have never heard of such a curse..."

"Unheard of...our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor said something like this..." Professor Snape's mocking tone sounded, making William suddenly understand why his reputation among students was so bad.

'Damn, I didn't feel it before, but this time...' He even had the urge to pull out his wand and start a duel.

But William held it back - he couldn't beat him, he had a very clear understanding of his own strength.

It is completely irrational to tear the card out of anger, and William is more willing to use this thing on the murderer.

But he still had to get angry. Although he couldn't solve the curse, he could guarantee that Snape couldn't solve it either.

"I bet three secret potion prescriptions. If you, Professor Snape, break the curse today, I will give it to you with both hands." William spread his hands, "The intensity of that curse is simply not something that humans can release! "

"Three prescriptions? Although I will lift the curse no matter what, if our...Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is willing to donate generously...that would also be nice."

Professor Snape said in his characteristic slow-minded tone, took a few steps forward, and began to examine the curse.

——

"Professor Snape asked me to bring it."

In William's office, Dumbledore placed a piece of parchment on William's desk, "Have you never seen such a curse?"

"Never seen it, Professor."

William ignored the parchment and answered seriously - the school conducted an investigation and found no problems.

This is not good news. It is very disturbing that a powerful and almost inhuman dark wizard does not know where he is hiding.

"It wasn't the students who did it," William said hesitantly to Dumbledore, "but it's unlikely that the professor -"

"Oh?" Dumbledore had curiosity on his face.

"I don't know if it's a bit too showy to say this, but as far as I'm concerned, the only people in the school whose level of black magic exceeds mine are those..."

William said his guess carefully, after all, this thing was suspicious of the professor of the school.

"Tell me about it, it's just a guess, Professor William." Dumbledore encouraged William.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape, and Professor Lockhart, and..."

"besides?"

"there is none left."

William decisively forgot Dumbledore's name.

"If it was professors who took action, then obviously only these professors would cause such magical damage."

William is very confident, like a certain Professor Adams who wishes to remain anonymous. If he releases black magic, he may not even have any sequelae...

"Interesting knowledge..." Dumbledore nodded and hesitated, "But it shouldn't be them. In fact, it is probably related to the Chamber of Secrets."

"Secret room?"

William felt that the word was a bit familiar, and then he thought of the sentence he saw.

"So the secret room was opened?"

"I opened it. The situation was even more serious back then. One student even died because of it..."

"Where is the murderer? Has he been caught?"

"No," Dumbledore shook his head. "That was the case at the time. I was not the principal at that time, Hagrid was arrested as a scapegoat, and the news about the Chamber of Secrets was not confirmed in the end."

"Hagrid?"

William was a little surprised - why he was involved with Hagrid again.

"Yes, Hagrid was expelled from school because of this," Dumbledore nodded, "So, Professor William, I hope you won't bother to explore this time, let alone ask students to find the secret room like before."

Dumbledore's expression was serious, "Every child who comes to Hogwarts should be protected. The Chamber of Secrets is different from that rooster. I hope you can restrain those students and prevent them from trying to find the Chamber of Secrets in the castle."

William immediately understood why Dumbledore appeared in his office - not specifically to give him the three potion prescriptions that Professor Snape was willing to accept, but to ask him not to use students to investigate the secret room.

Apparently Dumbledore kept in mind the death of a student when the Chamber of Secrets appeared last time, and did not want any students to get involved.

"Okay, principal, I promise, those children will never get any information from me, let alone hear anything," William responded seriously, and he did not want students to get involved in such a dangerous job.

"I will lock up those students who try to investigate. I have enough confinement programs here for them to do it."

——

Dumbledore quickly left with satisfaction.

William stayed where he was, his expression serious.

‘Secret room? ’

‘The Chamber of Secrets that was opened during Dumbledore’s previous tenure. ’

He became entangled with the problem that Dumbledore failed to solve back then - could he really solve it?

"But it's always a shame if you don't do it," William bit the straw, "The black magic that killed two people in one shot will definitely not be able to escape if it falls on me, right?"

‘But you can’t just let the students die like this. Last time someone died, and then Hagrid was arrested... this time, are you going to arrest me? ’

‘Probably not, but it seems like you’ve lost control of your body if you become petrified - my curse shouldn’t be on top, right? ’

etc!

William realized the blind spot. He remembered that when Dumbledore was not the principal, the Dark Lord, Tom Riddle, was studying at the school!

‘I haven’t figured out the secret room yet, but I think you must be the one who has the skills related to the secret room! ’

He quickly went to his bedroom and dug out the information.

‘Tom Riddle, while still in school, would have been a senior. ’

found it!

Special contribution award!

Check Hagrid’s again!

Hagrid dropped out of school in the same year!

That special contribution award was probably not given by Hagrid!

Even if the secret room was not opened by the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord was involved in the action!

Murder... William took a breath.

'We have to ask the ghosts. They should remember when the student died. ’

William laughed, "It doesn't seem like it's a bad thing to be biased against the Dark Lord. At least I can guess right most of the time."