From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"What's this?"

As the spell was used, silvery white smoke appeared in front of William's wand, and then quickly condensed, forming a small creature that William did not recognize.

"This is the so-called patron saint of the mature body? But, what is it? How did I break through the most difficult step?"

Such doubts filled William's heart, but none of this affected the fact that the little creature in front of him definitely existed.

‘First figure out what it is, and then figure out how it happened. ’

William put away his divergent thoughts and began to carefully observe the patron saint in front of him.

'It's so small, smaller than a sparrow, just a little bigger than a thumb...'

He tried to place the patron saint in his hand, and did so easily.

After the flying bird stopped flapping its wings, William finally saw its true face clearly.

'I don't recognize this creature...'

William shook his head. There was no such existence among the creatures and magical creatures he knew.

'Patron saints are all silver, otherwise it would be easy to find them. Now, I can only write down the physical characteristics and ask the old professor - Hagrid can do it, but he seems to prefer magical creatures. In biological cognition He is not as knowledgeable as the old professor. ’

After making up his mind, William let it stop on the table and started to write a letter while observing its appearance.

"Dear Professor Kettleburn:

Hello, in the last communication, you said that you went to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary to enjoy your retirement life. I don't know if the scalding medicine I asked the owl to send has played its intended role.

…

I was researching the Patronus Charm recently and ran into some difficulties.

To be precise, although I summoned the patron saint, I still don't understand what kind of creature it is. "

William looked at the silver bird again and described its image.

"It is very small, it looks only a little bigger than a Galleon, and its beak is very long, um... a little fat," William wrote, and then desperately found the magical creature book from his box.

"Yes, it has a little crest, and its tail feathers are quite slender. Although you can't tell its color, you can see that it has quite obvious throat spots."

"It flies very fast - of course, I know that the speed of the Patron Saint is not the speed of the original creature, but it seems to fly really fast, and can even... stay in the air, yes, Kettlebo Professor En, it did not stay because of the special effects of the patron saint, but because of those wings, which are very magical..."

…

"Your friends and colleagues,

William. "

After writing the letter and stuffing it into the envelope, William got up and headed to Diagon Alley - he didn't have his own owl yet and had to rent a post office.

'It's time to buy an owl. At least the first year has passed. Don't worry that I haven't survived the curse and no one will take care of it. ’

After sending the letter away, William thought about it.

However, there is no need to rush this matter. Raising owls depends on your luck - if you don’t find one you like at first sight in the past few days, you can come back when school starts soon. Then there will be a new batch of owls waiting for the new students to purchase before they enter school.

What's more, he's not in the mood to go for a nice walk right now. The owls and the like are not as big of an impact as the patron saint.

"Let's go back and think about the patron saint first. If you can't figure it out, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep well today."

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"I can't figure it out, I still can't figure it out."

William leaned back in his chair, thinking about the Patronus Charm.

[The Patronus Charm is widely regarded as a kind of advanced magic, far above the level of ordinary wizards.

To successfully cast the spell, the caster must focus on the happiest memory they can think of (the more pleasurable the memory, the more powerful the spell) and draw circles with the wand to power the spell. .

After that, you need to recite the incantation "Calling God to Protect". The Patronus will appear from the tip of the wand and run towards the target. 】

'This is the most popular explanation...there is basically no deviation...'

"But did I really try to recall any happy memories at that time?"

William muttered to himself.

The success of that magic was too sudden. He originally planned to use two years to deal with the Patronus Curse - there was no way. Once the most advanced spell was not understood, two years would be a trivial matter.

Although those white mist-like patron saints are also effective, they are far inferior to the formed ones.

He tried to recall the scene when the spell was successfully cast. He had just discovered the black magic that was effective against dementors from a book he purchased. After careful inspection, he thought that the spell was effective.

Afterwards, he reflected on his practice and felt that he could deal with the dementors, but he just couldn't do it due to the rules.

Then, like a joke, he tried to summon the Patronus, and succeeded.

"Happiness? The happiness of dealing with dementors?"

"Or - hope?"

This word came to William's mind - after discovering that the difficulty was not as difficult as imagined, and even having other solutions, he felt that there was hope for defeating the Dementors?

"That thing is indeed terrifying..."

He took a deep breath and pulled out his wand.

"Call the gods to protect you."

The tone was calm, but the small and exquisite bird flew out and flew quickly in the direction pointed by the wand until it hit the wall, passed through it, and then disappeared.

He can still use the Patronus Charm normally. If there are no deviations, he has completely mastered the spell.

"So, the happiest thing for me is that there is hope before me?"

He couldn't help but become happy, smiled quite happily, and then killed a chocolate frog.

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"William, Professor Kettleburn is looking for you!"

Old Tom knocked on the door and called out the identity of the person. Then, William secretly took the wand and saw Professor Kettleburn, whom he had not seen for a long time.

"As cautious as ever, little William."

The old professor looked very energetic, "I apparated here after receiving your letter."

He happily sat next to the table, "There's no chocolate on the table? This doesn't look like your room."

"It's too dangerous to put on the table. After reading a book, you will find that there are a lot of wrapping paper at some point," William replied with a smile and began to take out snacks.

"It makes sense, just like I have already replaced a set of wooden legs," the old professor nodded, very seriously, "The one Albus gave me was almost burned and it no longer works."

Who among the retirees would go to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary...

"By the way, William, I heard that your students last year's OWLs scores were quite good?"

The old professor tore open the package of strange-flavored beans while talking about the issue of grades, "I heard many past students say that their children are going to take exams this year, and they are very happy. They feel that their children can gain one more grade this semester." Got a certificate."

"This year's students are not so easy to manage. Let's not talk about the problems with the Examination Administration. As you know, there are two Weasleys in the fifth grade this year."

William shook his head and said that this class of students is really the most difficult to manage.

"Of course, of course - the two of them also stole my Niffler, in a very precise way. It wasn't until I returned it that I realized one was missing."

…Sometimes, you are as big-hearted as Hagrid.

‘By the way, Hagrid said he has officially joined the job. Let’s make a bet. When will he be on probation for the first time? ’

The old professor said it quite casually, as if it was not a probation, but a daily check-in.

'Let Hagrid go...I still want to help him become more popular...'

"By the way, my student performance this year was also good, and my final grade was not bad - who graded the final paper?"

"Professor McGonagall."

"Oh, Minerva, that's so grateful."

The old professor made wisecracks without any hint of gratitude.

The two chatted for a long time about interesting things about the school, and finally they remembered the serious business.

"By the way, I almost forgot, we are here to identify the patron saint!"

"I forgot too..."

William laughed along with him, then took out his wand and began to summon his patron saint in the corner.

When the little bird was summoned, the old professor focused his attention on it.

"Well, this look, this spot...is a hummingbird."

The old professor said definitely.

"Hummingbird?"

"A small bird that lives on nectar," the old professor carefully identified. "It is not a magical creature, but there is no such thing in the UK now."

He shook his head, "If it's a magical creature, you can write a special report. The patron saint of magical creatures is quite rare. Albus's is - his magical creature is a phoenix, much like Fox."

"You let it fly, William."

William followed suit, and the bird hovered in the air just like the one he had seen before.

"That's it. You see, it hangs in the air and has a little buzzing sound - if it wasn't a patron saint, the sound would be louder."

"Even without the original bright colors, it's still beautiful, isn't it?"

The old professor couldn't stop talking about professional knowledge. After half a day of explanation, he smiled at William.

"It's very much like you, William."

"Um?"

"It's a sweet tooth, which, along with the buzz, is where it gets its name."

After saying this, the old professor laughed and said, "It's getting late. I have to leave, William, otherwise I will have to drink again. Old Tom's tavern will not let out guests who have not drank at will, but the doctor has issued a warning." If I drink again, they will notify Albus."

"See you later, little William."

The old professor left before nightfall - just as he said, if he didn't leave, Old Tom would take out the treasure.

"Hummingbird?"

Birds that feed on honey - that's okay, although the old professor was joking, but he might really not be able to survive without chocolate and candies in Azkaban.

"If you encounter those Dementors again, just use the Patronus."

As written in most defense books, the Patronus is the most powerful weapon - when dealing with Dementors.

William felt the temperature of the wand in his hand, "Of course, Avada can do it, but that's not necessary."

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"Professor, can a wizard fight on a broomstick?"

After finishing his daily training, Harry suddenly asked this question.

"Fight on a broomstick?"

William was stunned for a moment. He could use a broomstick, but controlling the direction with both hands was the limit - he had no talent at this.

Moreover, it is impossible for anyone in Azkaban to fight with a broomstick.

Although there are all kinds of prisoners, most of the people riding broomsticks are smugglers, so there is really no flying broomstick combat skill.

It's easy to understand - for a smuggler, a broomstick has only two states.

Empty brooms and brooms full of smuggled goods.

In the previous situation, just ride and run - no one will attack randomly if there is no oil and water, and the ones who can do it are mostly the Ministry of Magic's attackers. If you don't run and fight back, aren't you waiting to get to Azkaban?

It is even more impossible to fight when it is fully loaded. A broom's cargo and a magic shot are all dried up and broken. No one is willing to do so. At most, they can be intimidated and then fight on the ground.

If you can't beat them, just deliver the goods, or just run away. Anyway, the result is the same.

"What brings this to your mind, Harry?"

William looked at him doubtfully, "Well, it's not impossible. In theory, you can cast spells in mid-air and force the opponent to stop, so fighting on a broomstick is normal."

"That's it?"

"But, if I remember correctly, some magic can prohibit flying in the air, just like the spell that prohibits disembodiment."

"In that case, flying becomes a disadvantage. Think about it, what would happen if the broom fails while flying? If life-saving means such as levitation spells are banned, then-"

"More importantly, for most wizards, Apparition is the best way to save life, and riding a broom means you have completely given up Apparition - I am afraid that only Dumbledore can Disapparate on a broom. Can you do it?”

"Not even Firebolts?"

"Firebolt?"

William was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have seen it in an advertisement in the Daily Prophet, but why did Harry say this?

"No, no matter how high-end the broom is, the no-fly magic is difficult, but it is too targeted."

"Until now, I have never seen a wizard who can fly without relying on external objects," William shook his head, "Not even black magic."

"Not even black magic, Professor?"

"Of course, don't think that black magic is too magical," William nodded. "For most wizards, it is just an attack spell with greater side effects. If someone really does it, then the magic is not black magic." Magic, but the wizard himself."

"That's right, Professor, I understand."

"Aren't you going to cast spells on other teams on your broom? I remember that's against the rules."

Today's training was very effective, and William joked happily.

"Of course not, that's a serious violation. I was just wondering if I could train to use a broom to avoid magic - I think I should make some progress in that."

"Well, you can consider it."

William nodded—the broomstick training method can be included in the training column.

Training at that speed might have better results.

"The day after tomorrow, I'll prepare the venue."