From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Under the protection of double layers of dragon leather gloves, William opened the door as slowly as possible.

The existence of this room is simply beyond his magical knowledge. It's like hearing about the wave-particle duality for the first time in high school. It's impossible to imagine or understand it with common sense - Cthulhu seems to be able to do it, but he has seen it before I can’t go back after the introduction of the hot pot version…

'Perceive people's thoughts, and then transform... It's still a permanent magic... It's like connecting to another castle, opening a different room every time...'

But now is obviously not the time to think about these things. The team occupying the room he opened has really killed innocent students. It is not surprising that such a character has laid many vicious traps...

The moment the door opened, William jumped back, and a barrier spell hit the door - allowing the door to be pushed open by the spell while using the barrier spell to block the possible attack.

Sure enough, just when the barrier spell pushed the door open slightly, a violet spell was directly activated, hitting William's barrier spell heavily, and was offset by a spell that William added later.

"What is that, Professor?"

Harry, who had obeyed and hid far away, couldn't help but ask - he never thought there would be such a dangerous trap hidden in this secluded cabin.

"Meeting gift," William responded angrily through the sound of the head-soaking curse, "you guys stay away!"

He stopped the prepared Clear Water Like a Spring spell - the most commonly used method for destroying traces is flame traps. Except for a few special flames, the rest are easy to deal with using Clear Water Like a Spring.

'I thought there would be a chain trap...'

The first generation of Death Eaters and Dark Lords left school very calmly. William checked the employment records at that time - the school would do a simple survey and file on the graduates' occupations. Tom Riddle found a shop as a clerk.

'It's more comfortable than I imagined destroying the party venue. What a bold bunch of guys. ’ William was making an evaluation of the Death Eaters back then, and rated the magic used behind the door to greet intruders, ‘It’s poor craftsmanship, but it’s just children who haven’t left school after all…’

Although those first-generation Death Eaters would definitely grow to a level of darkness that even William, who had seen Azkaban, could not imagine, judging from their age when setting traps, their methods were really not good enough.

'If it were me, I wouldn't place any magic here -' William thought, 'and then I would place one close to the limit distance of the commonly used rolling door...'

‘But since there are traps on the door, according to what they said, there should be ones here too,’ William carefully recalled some common traps introduced by Nine Fingers and disarmed the traps on the nearby floor.

Obviously, at this time, the Death Eaters' research on traps was not as profound as the Azkaban thieves - after all, they were other people's craftsmanship.

…

"And that's all."

William looked around for possible traps, and easily eliminated them all, "It seems that they were not reinforced in the later period... In other words, the Dark Lord himself didn't care so much about the first generation of Death Eaters..."

"That's right. Later, the entire British magical world was intimidated. How could it be possible to find traces of those years on a whim..."

William looked carefully at this place that looked like an empty classroom. Although a long time had passed, there was no dust accumulated in the room - 'Automatic maintenance of daily cleaning? Or just use magic to transform the replica of the classroom back then? ’

This speculation about the Room of Requirement has to be slowly eliminated. Now William just wants to see if there are any traces left from the past.

'There are blackboards - the Dark Lord really likes being a professor? ’

He looked at the blackboard at the front and felt that the smell of a classroom in this room was stronger - of course, the blackboard should be used by the Dark Lord himself. At most, his deputy could occasionally take over when he was too busy.

'That's right... As a student, the Dark Lord must wish he could stand on the podium and become a manager instead of being managed...'

William speculated on the Dark Lord's mentality and began to count the chairs - this should be the most accurate number of people.

'There are fewer core Death Eaters than I thought... Are there fewer first-generation students who were deceived? Or is it that there are few students who can be recognized for their pedigree? ’

'It should be blood, that's the starting slogan of the Dark Lord...' William sat on one of the chairs and looked at the blackboard, trying to analyze the Dark Lord's psychology at the time from this perspective - although it was mostly useless.

‘Is there such magic? ’

When William sat on the chair and looked up at the blackboard, he was immediately attracted by the huge green writing on the blackboard - the Dark Lord didn't know what kind of magic he used to make it appear on the blackboard. There was a font that could only be seen clearly if he sat down and looked up at him.

'That's right, it's the Dark Lord...'

'That is a real genius wizard, an existence that ordinary wizards cannot even understand even his genius...'

‘Dumbledore’s magic level 3 also gives people a sense of illusion that it can be broken at any time. The Dark Lord’s black magic is probably...'

William shook his head, not thinking about the strength of the enemy. It was meaningless - 'On the other side is the Dark Mark, and on the other side is a blessing similar to a student's graduation...'

'Pure blood supreme...'

What a crappy slogan, it made William's understanding of the Dark Lord Group drop a notch - at least come up with a louder slogan!

"He is obviously the same Dark Lord as Grindelwald," William couldn't help but compare it to the previous Dark Lord introduced in the book he found in Diagon Alley, "Look at their slogan, for the greater good..."

"Others are trying to unite the wizards, but you have even divided the wizards themselves. Can this be done?"

Complaints are complaints, William had heard a lot about the Dark Lord's 'great achievements' in Azkaban - because the base was small and there were no major conflicts within the supporters, Voldemort's people became even crazier and did things more The ruthlessness is far beyond what the previous Dark Lord can match.

"The blackboard only has that kind of magic that can be learned, and that slogan doesn't exist at all...wait a minute!"

William quickly ran to the blackboard and began to study the magic that showed content only at a certain distance - as expected, in order to maintain this new magic, a bunch of traces of previous use appeared on the blackboard. Due to the magic of the house itself, You can still pull it out bit by bit like a mess...

‘If it were just ordinary chalk and cleaned up, even Dumbledore wouldn’t be able to find any traces, right? The Dark Lord may love vanity more than anyone else, even more than Lockhart - but his talent is stronger than those people, enough for him to fulfill his wish to make himself unique. ’

William had never seen this kind of magic on the blackboard, but as a professor, there was some internal information in Hogwarts that talked about how to use a wand to control the fonts on the blackboard - except for the school, there was probably no one who specialized in this.

'Referring to the content of that book, it shouldn't be a big problem to understand this magic - it is difficult to develop such a magic, but it is not that difficult to crack it...'

'It's just another long-term mission...'

Abandoning the blackboard, William began checking the podium—and found nothing.

‘There are also chairs. The information left behind may be very small, but it is completely normal to leave a piece of scratch paper behind when packing things...'

William began to fumble around the chairs, carefully checking where each chair might have scratch paper.

'chewing gum…'

‘Um, who doesn’t want to eat the cake, it’s actually dried...Does the Dark Lord really allow that? ’

'Chocolate, expired...'

"Yes, this is it!"

William took out a well-folded note from the gap between the chairs, with two different fonts on it.

[After graduation, I will work as a store clerk...heh, our prefect? 】

[He is still close to pure blood...]

…

The words were very small, as if they were produced directly with a wand, and the notes were folded very small for easy delivery - but aside from the useless dialogue, the core content almost made William happy when he saw it.

Obviously, at least two core Death Eaters could not understand their boss's coquettish behavior. After learning that the other party decided to work as a clerk after graduation, they suddenly began to look down on him...

If you take pure blood as your foundation, you have to endure the arrogance of pure blood. How can a wizard who is very particular about blood look down on a clerk?

After graduation, the core members will inherit the family property and become rich, or they will go to the Ministry of Magic to earn a living as a clerk? What an international joke!

'Sure enough, the Dark Lord's base was blown up at that time. Most of those students might not be so obviously discriminated against in the first year, but a store clerk as the big brother...such an organization will not last long. ’

Even in the magical world, the word bustling is still useful. It's a joke for you, a clerk, to talk about blood.

Some people may feel sorry for you at the beginning. As time goes by, your little brother will no longer follow you, and you will have no future!

'Voldemort is a sensible person. He can't be so stupid as to give up his organization. A bunch of pure-blooded boys later took advantage of it...'

'The clerk...that store must have something he desperately needs! ’

William categorically speculated.

"This room is basically useless except for the blackboard..." William began to check the other chairs for notes or something, but he had given up hope - after the Dark Lord himself left Hogwarts, this place should be 100% occupied. Deprecated.

It is estimated that when the Dark Lord discovered this place at first, he did not tell anyone that this place was a place where everyone asked for help. He would even say that it was left by Slytherin to put light on his face - just like the original Chamber of Secrets...

Shaking his head, William closed the door here - it was of no use anymore. There was no need to come here until he learned the blackboard magic developed by Voldemort.

——

"Professor, was that just now?"

As soon as William came out, three students gathered around him - being so obedient was a bit beyond William's expectation. If he had known it, he would not have to waste so much effort to eliminate traps.

"Oh, there," William said, using the words he had made up a long time ago, "I looked through the files and found out the room where former students were prohibited from doing experiments. I thought it might not only violate school rules, but also violate the law. I am going to find it. After the evidence, I will send them a letter to inform them to send a supplementary review, otherwise I will notify Filch to help notify the Ministry of Magic."

The three of them suddenly looked shocked.

"I found it in the files. Their disciplinary violations were too extreme. I actually wanted to check on the current students, but I found them together, so I just looked for evidence to let them recall their alma mater." William explained with a smile, "The main thing is this paragraph There are not enough students in time detention, Filch always complains."

"By the way, you three won't say it to other people, right?" William looked at each of them for five seconds with a smile, "I hope I won't hear such rumors..."

"Won't!"

The three of them shook their heads, then made an excuse to leave.

"Oh my god, check the files for violation records!"

Ron complained, "If our first-year affairs are revealed, we won't be locked up, right?"

"No, Dumbledore added the points himself." Harry said unsurely, "Keep your voice down, Ron, do you want others to hear?"

"As soon as you hear it..." Ron was dissatisfied, but his voice was obviously lowered, "I will not be imprisoned for this, I will be laughed to death by Fred and the others!"

"Me too." Harry nodded, "Hermione, what are you thinking about? You're not still thinking about going there, are you?"

He looked panicked.

"No," Hermione shook her head, "I was just thinking that the professor seemed to be driving us away on purpose..."

"Then don't think about it..." Harry said seriously, "Think about it, he went underground and even caught snakes in order to catch Lockhart. If we go back, we will definitely be discovered."

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"The troublemaker is gone...this threat should be effective for more than a month."

"Just to drive people away, I even deceived myself..." William shook his head and began to test the Room of Requirement - not to mention the contents inside, he was very curious about the room itself.

"Let's do something outrageous first."

"Is food, something that goes against the common sense of magic, coming out?"

…

After some experiments, William was relieved - the hut he imagined filled with food did not appear.

'It's still in line with magic, but it's just not within the scope of my knowledge. ’

This is reassuring - things that are still outside the common sense of magic are not far from the truth.

‘I can’t eat, so the next thing is – I need a room to sleep in. ’

…

feasible.

"A house full of toilets—"

…

feasible.

Then came various tests - brooms, books, clothes, seats, forbidden magical books, another forbidden magical book...

The various experiments took William a long time, but the more he experimented, the happier he became.

Although this house, which Harry and the others called the Room of Requirement, was not really a room of Requirement, it had reached its limit in terms of magic - this thing could basically satisfy all the messy things William requested.

But how can I put it, only things that William knows will appear in the books, and things that William does not know will not appear.

He did not conjure the contents of the book out of thin air, nor could he record the memories of previous users. He could only display those in William's memory.

'The Pirate King and the Hunter still have no ending... they are not responsive enough! ’

Neither can Galleons. Galleons are magic gold coins that are conjured up—the kind that become ineffective when taken out.

But apart from these basic things, what about the other functions?

William didn't believe that only a few people had discovered Hogwarts in a thousand years.

Aren’t there people who have tried to bring things here over the years?

'Take it easy…'

"The next thing I need is - Ginny's hiding room!"