From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The day after William got himself half drunk, there was a knock on the door of his room.

Although he was still in a daze, he subconsciously picked up his wand and cast a sleeping spell on the door.

But the spell failed.

It's not that it deviated, it's not that it was blocked by protective spells such as the Iron Armor Curse, but it was as if it was stuck in a quagmire, swallowed up cleanly, without even making a sound.

This unusual thing immediately aroused William's alert. He half-awake almost instantly, and threw a splitting spell at the window.

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering glass exploded in the room. The moment the sound spread throughout the room, William hit the wall directly with force. At the same time that an iron armor spell was added to himself, the splitting spell hit the wall directly.

'No time for head soaking charms. ’

William closed his eyes tightly and threw a splitting spell in the direction of the window based on his familiarity with the environment of his room, then rolled to the window.

Throwing out the strip of cloth in his hand and pulling himself toward the window sill, he rolled over the broken glass shards and broken window frame, and fell directly downstairs.

Almost instantly, he released the levitating spell on himself, then let go of the cloth and threw a burst of black magic towards the original window.

Not sure whether the magic was hit or not, and not seeing what kind of damage the black magic would cause, William directly applied the deformation spell to his pajamas, changing the style of the clothes and conjuring a pair of shoes for himself.

‘It’s time to run away. The opponent is terrifyingly strong. If I run away, he will chase me. But if I fight him forcefully here, I don’t know if the opponent has reinforcements. It is easy to kill everyone in the hotel. ’

With this thought emerging, William left and ran towards the wall in Diagon Alley - as long as there was a blind spot, he could take the opportunity to apparate.

"Oh my god, Professor William...are you planning to let me repair the house alone..."

Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded from above. William subconsciously avoided it and couldn't help but glance at it through the Bubble Curse.

That's right...Dumbledore.

William, who was ready to run away, was stunned.

"This joke is not funny at all, Professor Dumbledore..."

He shrugged his shoulders for the first time and put the hand holding the wand to his side, but the wand was still firmly in his hand.

"My dear Professor William, I think it would be better for you to come up and talk - if the house is not repaired, Old Tom will really be angry."

Dumbledore stretched out his head and told cold jokes while waving his hands. The windows and glass broken by William floated and returned to their original appearance under the influence of magic.

'It shouldn't be fake,' William thought for a while and finally decided to take a small risk. He took out the spare clothes from the bag and walked towards the Leaky Cauldron while no one was wearing them. .

However, the lower floor of the bar was already deserted at this moment - three consecutive loud noises woke up even the people who were sleeping like dead pigs, let alone those who had the energy to hang out in the bar so early in the morning.

"Professor Dumbledore."

"Hello, principal."

…

All kinds of people crowded into William's room and greeted Dumbledore.

Old Tom, on the other hand, stood happily beside him, completely forgetting his original rule that non-residents should not go upstairs.

"Good morning."

"Yes, yes, the school is very good and the professors are also good."

"It's still some time before school starts."

"Yeah, I like that too."

Dumbledore smiled very kindly and answered the questions of the onlookers. It wasn't until he saw William that he smiled apologetically at the crowd around him, "Sorry, everyone, there are some private matters today. I have to talk to our William. Professor, let’s have a good conversation. Let’s stop here today, okay?”

He looked at everyone on the court with a smile, and the people who came to watch had no intention of hanging around. They all said goodbye to Dumbledore and left, heading downstairs.

Of course, it is conceivable that the topic of bragging in the Leaky Cauldron in the next day or even days will be my days at Hogwarts and what Dumbledore said to me when I was at school. .

"Would you like some hot chocolate, Professor Dumbledore?"

A flower bloomed on Old Tom's face, "Or mead?"

"Come a little, Tom," Dumbledore responded gently, "but please bring it over later. Professor William and I have something to discuss."

"No problem, Professor Dumbledore."

Old Tom happily went to get chocolates, leaving William who didn't know what happened.

It's really not his fault that he was confused - Dumbledore came over early in the morning, not only disturbing people's sleep, but also demolishing half of the Leaky Cauldron with him.

"Is there something urgent, Principal?"

William sat down and asked curiously.

"Today is the day for the scores, Professor William." Dumbledore looked serious, making people completely unaware that this wizard with white hair and a long white beard was actually the number one white wizard in the wizarding world.

"The scores? Oh my God, I thought it was the end of the month..."

William was stunned for a moment, and then almost gave himself a shot - he was in a bad mood during this period, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Of course, the main reason was that Professor Marchban, the head of the Examination Administration who was responsible for marking the test papers, gave him a pass in advance. After knowing that his score was good, he felt relieved.

"It's almost in the hands of the students, but the school must have known about it in advance." Dumbledore's smile became gentler. "It's great, Professor William - I can even say that sending you a letter of appointment was the best thing at Hogwarts last year." The right choice."

"Everyone passed. All students received magic self-defense certificates, and more than 80% of the candidates received E or O."

Or are 20% just A's?

20% of the students have just passed...all the questions have been answered, but not all of them have E's.

With such thoughts floating around, William couldn't help but blame himself for being too greedy.

"This is the best result of Hogwarts in the past fifty years. If we look at this subject alone, it is the best result in the past three hundred years."

Dumbledore's face was full of praise, "And not only the OWls results, but the NEWT results are also quite gratifying, because this year's self-defense scores were better. The Auror Office approved the applications of four students related to this certificate. The employment rate has also been raised by 5%."

"That's because of their own efforts," William said, feeling embarrassed to take the credit. Most of his studies in the seventh grade relied on self-study, so he only provided a little help.

"How modest, Professor William."

Dumbledore cheerfully handed over a letter and a book.

"The letter is a notice from the school about salary increases. Professor McGonagall originally wanted to send it by owl, so I brought it along the way."

Dumbledore explained with a smile, and then his expression became formal, "This book is more important, Professor William, please be sure not to spread the knowledge inside, let alone let others touch it."

ps: There is one more chapter, I guess it will be later... I am not sure about the speed after twelve o'clock...