From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Generally speaking, people who use Occlumency are not serious people."

"Not even the graduates of Hogwarts have access to this kind of magic, and none of the N.E.W.Ts take it."

"why?"

"Don't you understand? If you can hold Veritaserum and know Occlumency, you are a born criminal. Even the Ministry of Magic can't find anything."

'Not this memory. ’

William carefully recalled the memory of Azkaban - if he didn't pay attention, he would think of dementors, which was not something worth recalling.

"Anyway, we don't have a master of Occlumency here. Dementors hate people who are good at Occlumency. Although they will still be affected, Dementors can't eat anything..."

‘Not this either. ’

[Every guy who is good at Occlumency has an ulterior secret, so they are calmer than others at any time, whether they are happy, sad or other emotions... The most important thing is that once they have a premonition that someone If you try to work on your memory, you will immediately become more focused.

But that’s too complicated. Let me tell you, just stare at them. Most of the spells to absorb memories can only be done through eye contact, so when you suddenly look at each other, the guy who suddenly changes his gaze is likely to Probability is a master of Occlumency! 】

'This is it! ’

But what's the use?

He couldn't just jump next to other professors like crazy and look at them - if someone tried to play with William like this, William would definitely tell him what it meant to draw a staff quickly and cast a spell quickly.

'So it's just Azkaban's boasting, which is totally unfeasible...'

'etc! '

William suddenly thought of a good idea, but it was too damaging.

"No, I have to package it up, otherwise my reputation will be seriously damaged."

He began to flip through the calendar, looking for a more suitable time. It would be bad to jump out and scare people, but it would be different if it was called to celebrate a holiday.

"It's quite appropriate, quite perfect, and it actually has Valentine's Day!"

He was quick to praise - the next step was to ask someone to do the work, but in theory that was not a difficult task.

——

"How's your investigation going?"

In the lounge late at night, the Amnesiac Alliance gathered again.

"We're almost being ostracized," Harry said weakly, "Some people have begun to suspect that we are perverted and smearing strange things on our bodies. Percy even stopped us and persuaded us for a whole hour, hoping that nothing would happen to us. Ran away..."

"Come on…"

Ron on the side broke down the situation rudely, "Harry, you hang around the Ravenclaw door too much, and their prefects have invited you to answer questions!"

"Shut up Ron."

"Have you found any suspicious persons?"

"There are seven or eight people again today..." Harry and Ron handed the list to Hermione, "Does this thing really work?"

"Trust my judgment." Hermione took the list, "We have to continue tomorrow."

——

"Today is the sixth grade class, it's time to start."

When he got up in the morning, William felt guilty for a while before heading to the restaurant with the thick parchment.

Because the bag was too thick this time, everyone saw it while eating.

"Today is the sixth grade class, right?"

"That's right, it's so thick, how many papers do you need..."

"Finally, are you going to attack the sixth graders?"

…

The frightened sixth graders finished today's breakfast without knowing what to eat, and from time to time they looked at the staff table.

But the class still had to take place anyway. In fear, a group of people came to the classroom.

"It's time to take the exam. Let's not talk about whether we pass or fail. We have to get first place no matter what!"

Percy sat among the crowd with a solemn look on his face.

In the Christmas exam, he won the precious elixir of good fortune and secured the first place. Although the seventh graders and those who had not stayed in school were not convinced, he was quite happy to get the first place.

"Must be first!"

However, the class was almost over, and the professor still did not touch the paper bag on the podium.

"What are you paying attention to?" The professor on the podium suddenly stopped - "Can a paper bag affect your attention?"

"Although there are no major exams in sixth grade, this mentality is not advisable."

But after these days, everyone knows that the professor with a smile can ask questions casually when he says something that has nothing to do with the formal content.

"So Professor, what's in the bag?"

"A little activity." William didn't hesitate and opened the paper bag.

Hardcover parchment, with beautiful patterns and a little decoration - the school didn't provide it, he bought it with his own money.

"The class is over. In the remaining time, each of you can write something on a piece of paper." William took out a piece of paper and gestured. "You can sign it or not. You can give it to anyone in the castle. I will Let some special messengers convey the content."

"Then Professor, what if I write to Dumbledore?"

Someone asked a question below.

"Ah, this..." William looked at the student with a frightened expression, "Then I will secretly read the contents of the letter, and then decide whether to deliver the letter or read it aloud."

"Read aloud?"

"Ah, by the way, I forgot to mention that you can also choose the method of expression, secret message or reading aloud - but if it is a secret message, I suggest you do it yourself, you have to have courage."

William smiled and looked at the students, "Of course, the day is the day you want. Okay, what are you waiting for? Start writing!"

Those who have written will definitely convey it, and those who have not written will also convey it - if you have doubts, just send an anonymous letter to the person and see his reaction when the time comes.

Believe it or not, I really received it anyway!

‘We can make a list of suspects when we get back. ’

——

"Have you heard that Professor William is actually willing to use parchment paper for other things?"

"I thought it was just papers!"

"No, by the way, do you have anything you want to write?"

"No no."

The speaker shook his head and ignored the draft he had prepared yesterday.

"Yes, we have to worry about the OWLs exam."

Those who agreed ignored the words in the book that had been pondering for a long time.

After endless calls, Professor William finally came. It was still the big paper bag, thick, and it looked like it made people want to write something.

‘You can be anonymous! Who should I write to? ’

‘Is it greedy to write to two people? Will he be scolded? ’

‘Yesterday I bought paper of the same specification. I can’t put six of them together without being discovered, right? ’

"It's great that everyone is so energetic," William smiled and opened the bag, "While the energy is so good, let's take a test!"

A thick stack of papers was taken out and placed on the table.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

…

"Ding!"

ps: That’s it. If I can’t finish writing at 12 o’clock, I will just stop writing... It’s too painful...