From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It's almost departure time, Dad."

"Well, Luna, take care of yourself. I'll get off the train first." Xenophilius carefully adjusted the wand behind his daughter's ear, waved goodbye, then quickly moved to the corresponding window below the train and jumped up. Give your daughter a bright smile.

"ten,"

He stood further away and spoke to Luna in the window.

"Nine,"

…

"one!"

He waved his hands, trying not to cry.

However, the false whistle of the Hogwarts Express did not sound and the train did not start.

‘Did I make a miscalculation? ’

Xenophilius had such an idea in his heart, but he was quickly rejected by himself - as the editor-in-chief of a magazine that he considered to be rigorous in exploring the mysteries of the magical world, his table was very accurate and not accurate at all. There would be delays, not to mention that he had adjusted the time on the radio last night in order to send the children off.

Just when he was surprised at what was happening, the parents around him also noticed something was wrong.

The Hogwarts Express always leaves on time at eleven o'clock, why is it suddenly slow today?

For a moment, the entire station fell into a rather embarrassing situation - parents who couldn't control their emotions were everywhere, some couldn't help crying, some couldn't hold back their laughter, and they were shouting something when they suddenly realized that the train wasn't running...

Before the parents could start questioning, a new group of people suddenly poured into the station entrance.

These newcomers almost completely violated the rules that had been gradually formed over the years for sending students off - they wore wizard robes, and their wands were placed in a very obvious place, and they seemed to have no intention of covering up at all.

Under the suspicious eyes of a group of parents, these newcomers quickly gathered into a team in front of the Hogwarts Express, and then boarded the train directly after the leader spoke.

Before the parents who saw them off could express their doubts, the staff from the Ministry of Magic who came with them barely separated a small area of ​​open space. Then, a short, fat, stocky man with messy gray hair appeared. The man with the hair walked in.

He touched his throat with the wand, and then his voice covered the entire room.

"Dear parents and students, I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic.

Please don't panic, nothing unusual is happening now. Those awesome guys who just came are our beaters. They were specially transferred to accompany the students on their journey to school.

Although this journey of sending children to Hogwarts is absolutely safe, I am still a little uneasy, so I specially brought in these great guys. Their arrival makes us feel more at ease.

The Hogwarts Express will officially leave in ten minutes - well, I think those kids will find the journey just as great now as it was in the past, they just might be late for dinner.

But don’t worry, the food at Hogwarts is pretty good and they won’t go hungry! "

The Minister of Magic came to the scene to explain in person, and with such a team of elite-looking hitters, parents no longer wondered about the train delay.

After all, it is a good thing that the Ministry of Magic has strengthened the protection of the Hogwarts Express, and everyone also took this train to school back then, so they quite recognized its reliability.

Just like Fudge said, the Hogwarts Express departed a little late, but it drove away smoothly, which made the parents who saw him off quite approving of it.

"Congratulations to the minister, this speech was quite good. I think your approval rating has to go up again."

After Fudge left, the accompanying minister's secretary cheerfully said to Fudge.

"It's okay, but if you can't catch Sirius, your work will be in vain..." Fudge shook his head slightly reservedly, "Damn it, that guy Black, why did he have to escape the day after I got to the prison! Those bastards are still here You're using this as an excuse to attack me, saying that bastard Blake escaped because of me!"

"What's even more annoying is that some people actually believe it. What do they think that newspaper is? A door key?"

Fudge became angrier and angrier as he talked, almost swearing.

It took him a long time to calm down and asked, "Have the arrangements for the dementors along the Hogwarts Express been made?"

"It's all arranged, Minister."

"That's good. It's best to arrest Black in this operation. If the Auror catches him again, Rufus Scrimgeour will be very happy. That old lion has always been up to no good."

"And Crouch, hum..."

Fudge made a disdainful sound through his nose, then leaned back in his car and began to think about the photo pose for the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow - today's speech can be compiled and published as headline news.

'It's a pity that I was in such a hurry, otherwise I would have taken a great front-page photo with a photographer... Now I can only make up for work photos and so on...'

He thought with regret.

——

"Is the train late today?"

"Why is mom still there?"

"Is the train broken? Then can we fly to Hogwarts in a flying car like Potter did last year?"

"I want to eat, why doesn't the dining car come over?"

"Where are the prefects?"

"Please, lend me your divination class homework for reference!"

The Hogwarts Express is a mess, and few students are sympathetic enough to be anxious, causing the atmosphere inside the car to be extremely joyful now.

Some students who planned to create miracles on the journey couldn't wait any longer and couldn't wait to find their good brothers in the same dormitory for help.

"Fred, George, look what I got!"

One of the Hufflepuff children ran over happily and shouted to the twins, "Cedric's holiday homework! Let's work together and get it done before going to school!"

Among this year's fifth-grade students, Cedric is recognized as the strongest. Therefore, his holiday homework is recognized as a high-quality model among students.

If the twins hadn't already become the leaders among the troublemakers at Hogwarts, the Hufflepuff children would never share their hard-earned homework.

But alas, so far, the only person who has heard the two complain directly about the bad life during the holidays is Lee Jordan.

"Oh, Flynn," Fred looked at the boy running over, "Thank you, but it's not necessary."

"No need?"

He looked at the twins with confusion in his eyes. Are they under the Imperius Curse?

"Well man, what can I say, we're done."

George patted the kind fellow on the shoulder, "It's not that difficult, of course - it's just more time consuming."

"After all, we are all fifth-year students, Flynn, and this is the OWLs year."

Fred looked serious, "After taking the OWLs, we will be almost seventeen years old, and we will be adults by then, so we need to make some changes now."

The two of them were talking so seriously that it startled Flynn and the students who came over to refer to their homework.

"Are you cursed?"

"A strange curse inside the pyramid?"

The onlookers started discussing, and finally they came to the conclusion - 'The Weasley brothers have pulled a new prank, and they are playing tricks on people again! ’

"mischief?"

Fred and George looked at the group of people, looked at each other, shook their heads, then opened their boxes and took out a thick stack of parchment.

"If you don't believe it, just see for yourself!"

The people who didn't believe it naturally gathered together and began to observe.

"It's their handwriting, I'm familiar with it!"

"That's right, the handwriting matches!"

"Oh my god, history of magic, transfiguration, spells, magical creatures..."

"It's all done!"

"It's their handwriting, and it's all completed!"

"No, why are there so many more?"

"Timeline of the History of Magic...or do you have the old notes with you?"

"Compilation of transfiguration notes..."

"Systematic division of curses..."

…

"besides…"

The friends who were playing together began to feel confused when they looked at the familiar words and the absolutely unfamiliar notes...

"you…"

"What's wrong with us? We've all said that we are much better than Percy's big head. Come on, these lessons are just that."

The two of them gestured with their fingers as they spoke, indicating that their efforts were just a little bit.

They brag without blushing, after all, they bought these things with their blood and tears during the holidays.

As the finger made a small gap, the whistle sounded - the train started.

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"It's better here, Harry. Although it's not nice to say this, you are not suitable for going to another box."

William took Harry directly to the rear of the Hogwarts Express, and deliberately took Harry on a long detour before boarding the train to make sure that most students understood that they were going to the very back of the train.

This was to prepare for the worst - if Sirius really tried to come to find Harry on the train, the rest of the students would suffer the least possible harm.

'There are a lot of beaters coming...It's a pity that there are still no Aurors...'

While Fudge was speaking, William looked out the window and shook his head.

It's a surprise to be able to recruit so many strikers. It's impossible for the Minister of Magic to agree. With the protection of the prefects, ordinary students should be fine.

As for the command of the batsmen, he had never thought about it - how could he, a pure layman, think of commanding the experts.

'That's their plan how to set up defenses. They will inform the prefects later to watch out for strangers...Also, they must be warned not to approach the last carriage...'

William was calculating in his mind, and aimed his wand at the box door without any doubt. He pulled Harry slightly and opened the box with the wand.

In an instant, William quickly cast the Iron Armor Curse on himself and kicked Harry's leg behind the knee.

When Harry half-knelt down in pain, William kicked him to the ground while pointing his wand at the figure that appeared in the box, which was a transfiguration of the Eye Spell, expecting the spell to take effect and temporarily control the opponent's field of vision.

"when!"

There was a huge collision sound, and William's spell hit the iron armor spell, making a dull blow.

The figure in the room also reacted, shouted a sleeping spell loudly, and flew directly towards William.

William turned slightly, and while applying the Iron Armor Charm to Harry who fell to the ground, he shouted loudly, "Professor Lupin?"

"it's me!"

The figure inside replied, but the wand in his hand did not relax. While pointing firmly at the door, he also tensed his body, preparing to roll to avoid the next possible attack.

"It's me, William, I thought someone was lurking here." William shouted, but he didn't put down the wand in his hand. "That day in the bar, what were our teaching differences?"

"Which is more effective in deepening the learning of magic spells, actual combat or repeated practice?"

Lupine replied, the tense aura leaving him and his wand relaxing.

William also breathed a sigh of relief - although the sleeping spell made him sure that it was not Sirius inside, it was only then that he truly relaxed.

"Professor Lupin, you scared me," William said with a relaxed expression, "Honestly, when I saw the figure in the box, I almost cast a curse..."

"The Eye Spell is not a very orthodox spell, Professor William."

Lupine responded with a smile, but judging from his expression, he didn't mind William being so vigilant.

"I'm looking forward to the next days of working together more and more," William smiled happily, "To be honest, in fact, I actually have quite a few ideas, but I never have a system. After all, I have been studying potions. The previous ones The lecture preparation records left by the professor are not sufficient.”

"I'm looking forward to it too, Professor William."

Lu Ping smiled and shook hands with William, "Everyone has passed the OWLs exam. I think we will have a lot of exchanges about teaching."

"It's okay now. I got a lot of papers during the holiday. I can study them later..." William said as he walked towards the door, preparing to take his suitcase over and take out the test papers to show to Lu Ping. .

How can I put it, everyone is cursed anyway, and we are not afraid of getting into trouble when talking about related content - last year, Lockhart started talking about adventures, stories, and autograph signings, and everyone really couldn't talk about it together. As for Adams and the others, William was also teaching. He didn't dare to talk too much, for fear that the curse would spread and drag his friends into trouble.

'I almost dropped the box when I was so anxious... Fortunately, I entrusted Percy to take care of the owl, otherwise I would just take care of it...'

William thanked Percy for being afraid of dragging his owl in, and then suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Professor," Harry endured the pain and looked at William without shouting. A forced smile appeared on his pale face, "Have you killed him?"

The trust in this sentence was too heavy, and William didn't know how to face this child for a while.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake, Harry." William squatted down and used magic to heal, while he searched for the potion from his pocket and poured it into Harry's mouth. "I thought it was Sirius ambushing me, but it turned out It was Professor Lupin who also rode the Hogwarts Express..."

Amid William's apologetic smile, the Hogwarts Express's whistle sounded—it started.

ps: I finally straightened it out, so I will update a chapter during the day tomorrow