From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Reluctantly, Harry was finally taken out by Fudge.

But after walking around, his suppressed nature was finally released.

After all, the students who can be selected into Gryffindor all have a heart that is eager to move - although it is a bit derogatory to say this, but the Gryffindor in school, understand...

Although Harry was a little nervous at first, after shopping around, he began to enjoy his time out.

Summer ice cream is the food that goes best with leisure time. While enjoying this delicious food, Harry also has much more pocket money than his peers, and there are shops nearby.

It wasn't until Harry returned to his room at the Leaky Cauldron that he realized he'd spent an entire day outside.

Young people's emotions come and go faster than other people's.

After putting down the many scattered things he had purchased that were either useful or useless, Harry knocked directly on the door of William's room with some anxiety and a little doubt.

"Harry? Please come in."

William's voice came from inside.

"Okay, Professor."

He pushed open the door of the room in response and saw the self-defense magic professor leaning on the chair, holding a wand in his right hand on the table, and drawing something with his finger on the book on the table with his left hand. As his finger slid, the book His quill jumped a few times from time to time, and he looked particularly lazy.

Seeing this scene, Harry's original questions disappeared, and he couldn't help but blurt out:

"Professor, what are you doing?"

"Learn a language and think about whether there are any imperfections in today's warning measures."

"You still feel it's not perfect?"

Harry was stunned. William's series of spells had frightened him into staying in the room for a long time. It was only today that he had a good time outside, but now the professor still felt that the defense was not perfect enough?

"How should I put it, it's a bit of a pity," William stopped the quill, handed the wand to his left hand, and subconsciously flicked his right hand on the book, "I originally thought that Auror would check and reinforce your room. I also wanted to see how they would do it, but nothing happened in the end.”

"Nothing happened? You mean they sneaked into my room?"

"No," William waved his hand, "It seems they abide by the law more than I thought..."

Even Harry, who had faced Voldemort in his first year, didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

"Relax, Harry. It's a good thing you didn't infiltrate. Aurors are still very reliable..."

"Well, Professor," Harry pondered for a long time, and finally continued the topic hesitantly, "Professor, what would you do if you faced that Sirius?"

"Me? I'm a professor. I will definitely give you time to escape, Harry."

William smiled and answered half seriously and half jokingly.

"That's not what I meant," Harry said a little seriously, "I mean, Professor, what if I meet Sirius when I'm out alone?"

"Neither the school nor the Ministry of Magic will let you go out alone, Harry," William looked at him, but did not finish his sentence completely, "but we must have an emergency plan."

"Let's put it this way, unless you have to use an invisibility cloak or something like that to sneak out, the protective power around you can definitely help you delay for more than five minutes."

"Five minutes..." William thought for a moment, "It stands to reason that it would be enough time for rescue to arrive."

"Of course, we don't rule out the possibility that those calls for help may be blocked..."

He looked up at Harry, "Do you have any good spells that can attract the attention of people around you?"

"No, Professor."

"Then, are you good at concealing your figure?"

"Does the invisibility cloak count?"

"That doesn't work, is there anything else?"

"No, Professor..."

"What about the transformation technique? It doesn't require a complete transformation. You can also transform into gills or something that can assist your breathing and allow you to hide in the water."

"I don't seem to have mastered that kind of transformation..."

Harry felt a little ashamed. For the first time, he realized that he was so lacking in magic.

'It would be nice if Hermione was here...'

"None of those are possible, so what about a simple method of using magic to cover the footprints..."

"Won't…"

Harry's head bowed deeply. He felt that he had learned nothing in the past two years at Hogwarts.

"What about the simple magic potion that masks the aura? Can you make it?"

"Sorry, Professor..."

…

"How about running?"

After half a day of questioning, Harry finally heard the good news. This was something he was good at - he had been bullied by Dudley since he was a child. If he couldn't run fast enough, God knew what games those people would play with him.

"I'm pretty good at..."

Harry regretted it as soon as such an idea appeared in his mind. He changed his mind before he could say anything, "I know a little bit, and I can run pretty well."

"Then let's start practicing with this, and then I'll try to apply for other rights for you..."

William nodded. It was a good thing that he could run. Although it was still early to learn the magic of apparation, if he could run, it would probably be a way to fight against Death Eater No. 1.

——

The next day, when Harry was sleeping soundly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it so early in the morning..."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered the conversation he had deeply remembered yesterday.

"Sorry, Professor, I'll be right back."

He promised loudly, then climbed up as fast as he could in his life and got dressed.

Old Tom stood at the door.

"Ah, sorry, I made a mistake, but where is the professor?"

"That's right," Old Tom's smile was quite kind. "William asked me to wake you up at six o'clock. I paid special attention to the time when I was busy in the kitchen."

"What about the professor?"

"Young people are more sleepy. Unlike me, I get up at five o'clock to prepare breakfast at the bar." Old Tom smiled, "William is still sleeping, right?"

Harry didn't know what to say for a moment...

"By the way," Old Tom, who was about to leave, seemed to remember something, "Professor William asked you not to leave the bar for your morning jog for safety reasons. Yesterday, he specially asked me to get an old room and renovate it. You go there? Just run while running.”

"Not on the street?"

Harry felt as if he had been hit by frost - he had a lot of fun walking outside yesterday, thinking that morning jogging had its benefits, but it was nothing like jogging in the house...

But he didn't complain too much and followed Old Tom to the so-called specific room.

‘It’s a little bigger than other rooms, but can you run around? ’

Harry started running with confusion, and the floor under his feet slowly deformed and turned backwards as he ran, making his forward efforts in vain.

'It's almost like a hamster...'

For no reason, he thought of the hamster running in the wheel, and then he thought of Ron's mouse...

"Maybe I should give it a hamster cage. That might keep it moving..."

Thinking of such a joke, Harry felt that the fatigue of running was nothing.

This movement continued until half past seven.

"Good morning, Harry."

The voice of the self-defense magic professor interrupted Harry, who was already a little out of breath, "How was your training?"

The professor came over cheerfully and checked the specially cast floor. "Well, it's not bad. Although I was lazy in the middle, I still ran steadily for almost forty minutes."

"How did you figure that out, Professor?"

Harry couldn't help but curiously asked - Could it be that the professor had been watching to see if he would be lazy because there was no one to supervise him?

"There is a counter set here. Once the magic runs, a trace will be carved here. You will know by calculation - it is just a simple transformation plus a few spells. It is nothing to a wizard."

William spread his hands, "If you only cast those basic spells rigidly, you will fail. You have to learn to combine spells, Harry."

"Combined? In battle?"

"That will basically make you die faster," William shook his head. "The existing spells used for self-defense in duels pursue simplicity. What they need is to arrange defense and attack in an instant."

"It's true that no one in history studied long-spell magic, but those who tried to use those magics to fight were basically killed by their opponents."

"Killing a wizard is easier than you think. It can even be done easily with a knife-" William waved his wand to restore the floors he had transformed with magic last night to prevent them from breaking. "In fact, in history, Many wizards have died inexplicably like this."

"Read the history of magic carefully, Harry," William said with a serious face. "Reading history makes you wise."

"But…"

"But Professor Binns's class isn't that interesting?"

William turned his head, "But even Dumbledore dare not say that Professor Bibbings is proficient in the history of magic."

"Professor Binns has experienced most of the history of magic. His memories are much more real than those magic books - for example, if I were to write the history of magic, I would definitely write better about my teacher. .”

"what do you mean?"

"Of course, it's not that those things are false, but the records of the history of magic have always been selective. Of course, it's hard to say about history books. Let's talk about newspapers - such as the Daily Prophet. You never see attacks in them. Ministry of Magic opinion.”

"Those are real and unreal... well, that's a long way to go," William looked at Harry and stopped, "Anyway, what you have to remember is that Professor Binns has more knowledge than you think. , as long as you learn to accept it.”

Harry was a little stunned. He really couldn't understand this at his age.

"Forget it, study the history of magic..." William shook his head, "It's only third grade after summer vacation. You'd better learn how to escape first. It's time to have breakfast!"

——

"Professor, do you need to practice after finishing your homework?"

Harry looked at the room he had used for running in the morning, a little dazed.

After breakfast, he went to do his homework as arranged by William. After completing his homework, he was just about to go out for a walk when the professor called him.

"Of course, otherwise how would you master escaping?"

William said matter-of-factly, "I just went to see the scenery after training. This is a good arrangement."

"But then it's time for lunch..."

"Isn't it just right to go for a walk after lunch and then come back to study theory?"

"Okay, just stand over there. Your application to use magic is still going through the process. It's still unknown whether you can pass it, so we have to complete the training that doesn't require you to cast spells."

"Do you still need me to cast a spell?"

"Otherwise, what do you think your wand is for?"

"Remember, the wand is your most reliable partner. Even the top wizard who is skilled in using wandless spells will not abandon his wand. At critical times, the iron armor spell only needs to be a little stronger to make the difference between life and death. gap."

William held the wand with a serious look on his face, "Be prepared to dodge. I won't use powerful magic. Even if it hits, it won't hurt, but it will be very itchy - just like being bitten by ten mosquitoes."

This description made Harry quite embarrassed, but he soon realized it.

The professor standing opposite him just waved his wand slightly, and he felt like he was hit without even seeing the spell.

Then, the feeling that made him want to take off his wizard robe and scratch it immediately spread from the cursed place on his shoulder.

"First shot, failed."

William's expression remained unchanged, "Remember this feeling, if you are hit next, it will be even more uncomfortable."

"yes…"

Before Harry could finish his words, he saw William's wand shaking. He immediately reacted and jumped to the side.

"It's okay, continue."

Harry had just stood up and wanted to say something when William's next spell arrived.

"The dodge movements should be as small as possible. If you dodge unilaterally, once you lose control of your body, you are finished."

William cast another spell, "The guy who tries to cast a spell on you won't stop after casting a spell on you."

"Of course, it's theoretically impossible to always face those desperate guys who can't be resisted. But the current Sirius is definitely not something you can resist."

The next spell hit Harry directly in the chest.

"Stand up, it's just itchy."

William's expression remained unchanged, "Don't think about lifting it, it's impossible to lift it..."

"Continue training and keep the dodge range small! Don't panic, and don't underestimate the spell! Don't think you can dodge it. Many people's spells are much more powerful than you think!"

"In real operation, you can use the Iron Armor Curse to deflect it, but that's not what you can think about yet!"

"Stay vigilant and don't dwell on the itchy spot and treat it like an injury. The wound is much more painful than that!"

"Learn to predict whether you can hit, but keep a margin!"

"Don't be afraid of being cursed! It's not that I won't let you hide, but I'm just keeping some leeway!"

…

The training continued like this until lunch time.

But when Harry got the notice that he could go out, he no longer had the energy to go out and play around.

'A little basic Auror training... more normal than my wild way... It seems that the training was overdone today... or was the training over there a bit too radical? ’

William hesitated for a moment and decided to translate the translation carefully...it seems that translating while self-study is not that reliable...

'The new subject for sixth grade should be very popular...'