From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Larch Dean, the legend and laughing stock of the dark wizard.

Most wizards have heard of this name, and those who try to learn black magic will understand the laws that this senior brings to them when they learn the first black magic.

That is to say, it is said in the legend that dark wizards are strictly prohibited from studying the rules of the Patronus Curse.

Larch Dean is a dark wizard with powerful magic, and even broke through the barrier of immortality.

This powerful dark wizard lives next to a village of wizards that has been passed down from generation to generation. He controls a group of dementors with his superb magic. To be more precise, he is so powerful that he uses the dementors as guard dogs.

Immortal, powerful, evil.

However, the death of such a powerful dark wizard was quite ridiculous - he was stopped by the Patronus because of his Dementor, and decided to summon the Patronus himself to overwhelm the opponent. As a result, he died due to the Patronus Curse's influence on the dark wizard. Backlash.

Countless magical maggots erupted from his wand and overwhelmed the powerful dark wizard.

Although he met a tragic end, the dark wizard's reputation within Azkaban was quite high - which Azkaban prisoner wouldn't want to keep a Dementor as a guard dog?

From a superior jailer to a lackey who is driven by others, who doesn't like this transformation?

"I know, that thing is supposed to be a legend..." William looked at Professor McGonagall, "But now that Ravenclaw's diadem has appeared, what does it matter if Sirius has mastered Rachidion's method of controlling dementors? So weird?”

"this…"

Professor McGonagall was also a little unsure. She pondered and considered the possibilities.

There was a Voldemort in Hogwarts, so it is not impossible that a Sirius would appear again.

She had never thought that Sirius would become a Death Eater, so if she underestimated that student this time, would it be...

"I have to talk to Albus."

Professor McGonagall's expression became serious, "You should communicate with Professor Lupin first, Professor William, and I will inform you of the outcome via owl later."

She left the bar in a hurry, even forgetting to pay the bill - this was absolutely impossible in the past.

It was obvious that William's speculation frightened her.

This is normal. When William made this inference just now after being frightened by the dementors, he was frightened by his own crazy conjecture.

‘I’m okay, I have to face the Dark Lord anyway, my new colleagues won’t be scared, right? ’

William was quite aware of how terrifying the Dark Lord's name was in the British wizarding world, and he tried to lighten the atmosphere.

"Don't be so nervous, Professor Lupin, that's just a guess. Besides, we have Dumbledore."

"Yes, we have Dumbledore," Lupine laughed, but William could tell there was considerable reluctance in his smile.

"The fact that I was fine last year probably lowered the rumors that this position is cursed... I hope he can be careful this year..." William sighed inwardly, not caring about the other person's lack of bravery.

He himself had been depressed for a long time after being cursed. How could he have the position to blame others for their temporary fear?

The other party was afraid of returning, but he didn't ask for resignation on the spot. This was very courageous. He couldn't stand and talk without back pain.

"How about a few more cups of mead? I still like to drink it, but this place is not suitable for professors-" He deliberately shrugged his shoulders, "On normal holidays, we are all students, and we can't let go if we want to drink something. .”

"Then have some, Professor William."

New wine was quickly brought, and William noticed that Lupine had rearranged his magic to block out the sound and prevent their conversation from being heard.

"Feel sorry."

Lupine gave William an apologetic look, and then drank himself a large glass of mead.

I don't know if he drank too fast or for some other reason, but a trace of blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Sorry, I need another drink."

He drank himself another large glass of mead, "Phew, sorry, sorry, I'm feeling better now."

…

Don't do this, I'm afraid.

This is no joke, William even has his wand ready. After staying in Azkaban, he is not afraid to deduce some things with the greatest malice.

"Well, Professor William, how should I put it...I, I am a werewolf."

Lupine whispered what he had been holding back for a long time, his face turning a little red.

When he became a professor, he had to inform his colleagues that he was a werewolf - this was something that even Dumbledore could not hide for him.

Which person who can become a professor is not the best in the subject?

It would be a bad thing if you concealed it and were discovered.

William didn't hide it at the time, but his situation was even more serious than William's - to most wizards, werewolves were much scarier than former prisoners.

"Werewolf?" William was stunned for a moment and looked at him again, "No wonder...it makes sense."

As a self-defense professor, William has a considerable reserve of knowledge about werewolves.

How can a race that is clearly written into self-defense textbooks be treated better in the wizarding world?

Even if Professor McGonagall personally admits that Lupine is an excellent student, the wizarding world's discrimination against werewolves is engraved in the bones - there is no way, after all, werewolves cannot control their madness during the full moon.

Therefore, this Professor Luping had absolutely no way to earn a normal salary before, and it was inevitable to do some menial work occasionally. All of this is consistent with the details of previous observations.

"Professor William, aren't you surprised?"

Lupine was a little stunned - there were too few wizards who didn't dislike being a werewolf. Even his friends only accepted this fact based on deep friendship.

"Why be surprised?"

William asked back, "Werewolves are relatively rare, but it's not that they don't exist. Besides, the potion world has now discovered wolfsbane potion. Although the price is a bit higher, after drinking it on the full moon day, even the madness is gone. The rest of the time, he is no different from a normal wizard."

He really wasn't trying to comfort his colleagues, but he really felt like it was nothing.

Those who stole, smuggled, intentionally harmed, attacked Muggles, mixed up potions indiscriminately, tried to use jinxes on a large scale - he didn't know a few of the serious criminals, and even if he hadn't seen them with his own eyes, he knew the ones with lighter punishments. Heard each other’s stories.

This is just a crime, but the human nature becomes even weirder after entering. Those who flatter, those who are domineering, those who deceive and kidnap, those who can't throw away the brown candy...what kind of weird things are there?

Compared to those prisoners in Azkaban, werewolves are much more normal, right?

"Some of my friends are not willing to abide by the laws of the magical world..."

"How can anyone follow the law in Azkaban..." William held his forehead, "Don't worry, Professor Lupin, I have also seen werewolves in Azkaban. When encountering dementors, even the moon A circle is of no use, you have to lie down when you need to."

"Stop worrying about that and have a drink."

He felt much more relaxed and raised his glass, "It's been quite busy this semester, with the dementors guarding the door and Sirius..."

"Fortunately we have Dumbledore. Cheers, Professor Lupin."

"Yes, luckily there is Dumbledore."

ps: That's it... I'm still in Cavan... I really... can't live with myself...