From Azkaban To Hogwarts

William had never seen the other professors' lectures.

There is no such thing as an open class at Hogwarts, and each professor has enough freedom in his or her own class.

Although he had always been curious about how other professors taught classes, he had indeed never attended a single class at Hogwarts until now.

Therefore, William, who originally planned to vacate the lounge, decided to stay in the room after discovering that Professor Snape had no intention of leaving. Although he had been working for a year, there were still some places that were not clear and he could not tell for sure. Isn't Gwartz's rule against this?

Thinking of this, William even temporarily stopped what he was doing - writing out papers is beneficial to teaching, but it is not bad to refer to other professors' courses.

Although he was a little worried that this would cause trouble for Lupine's first class, since Professor Snape was here, the trouble would definitely not be on him...

But now it seems that he is thinking too much.

Lupine didn't seem to be affected in any way. To be precise, just from the way he walked in the lounge, William felt that Lupine knew this road better than he did.

'Prefect...'

"Now, like this," Lupine didn't pay much attention to his colleagues who were watching, and directly pulled him to the old cabinet at the end of the break room.

The cabinet that was usually used to store robes or other messy things suddenly began to shake. It collided with the wall from time to time, and the banging sound was heard endlessly.

‘He put the teaching aids in the cabinet? ’

William was stunned for a moment, wondering what Lupine was doing.

He didn't come to the lounge yesterday, and he had classes this morning, so he hasn't been here for two days.

'I was careless...I thought there was a professor in the lounge, so I didn't check the traps or anything...'

He couldn't help but blame himself, and the wand ran into his hand without realizing it.

"Don't worry, there's a Boggart in there."

Lupine explained to all the students, and William thought about it for a moment and figured out what it was - a useless fantasy creature, a natural master of transformation.

What Boggarts are best at is reading other people's fears and then becoming those fears.

This is a magical creature that lives on fear. Although it has no actual attack power, it can make people sick all over again.

‘Professor Lupine has a great skill! ’

William immediately couldn't help but praise him. He was indeed a professor who insisted that actual combat was more important, and he had such a sharp weapon hidden away.

He has been teaching in school for a year, and he never thought that he could use this to train students and improve their courage - to face their fears and defeat them. There is simply no more useful teaching aid than this!

‘Is this the experience gained from wizard training under traditional education? ’

William nodded and kept this trick in mind - the ancients were indeed right, if three people are together, there must be one who can learn from me.

‘Why isn’t there a handbook...Yes, the training is an advanced class...but such basic things are not mentioned...'

‘Perhaps it can be modified in subsequent courses. I have thought of a variant usage that students will definitely like. ’

William simply copied these thoughts on another piece of parchment with a quill, then put it away, and then turned his attention back to Lupine - just what he did just now made this class useless. .

"Boggarts like dark, closed spaces," Professor Lupine began to popularize after looking at the frightened students. "The closet, the gap under the bed, the cupboard under the sink - once I met a person hiding in Inside the old clock from my ancestors. This one was moved in yesterday afternoon. I asked the principal for instructions and asked the teachers if they could leave it undisturbed so that my third-year students could have some practical opportunities."

Moved in yesterday? No wonder I didn't find it.

This thought came to William's mind, and he began to think about how to capture enough Boggarts.

‘Why don’t you ask Hagrid to raise a batch? I think he can... The most reliable thing to ask about this kind of magical creature is him. ’

When he was carefully calculating the number of Boggarts to be used in the future and their approximate usage, Luping had already very skillfully completed the standard communication course of popularizing science, asking questions and then popularizing science.

'After all, he is a top student in the academy...Professor McGonagall is not bragging at all...'

Seeing Lupine's perfect communication with the students, William couldn't help but cast his peripheral vision on Professor Snape while admiring him.

After reviewing the files at the time, William knew quite clearly how irreconcilable the two were.

If Lupine behaved badly, was a little clumsy, or even messed up everything, Professor Snape might still feel that it was nothing more than that after ridiculing him, but it's hard to say now.

In life, what you fear most is that your enemies are better off than you.

But when William cast his peripheral vision at Professor Snape, he found that Professor Snape was not staring at Lupin viciously, but instead staring at him with a ferocious look on his face, with almost no cover up.

‘No…what does this have to do with me? ’

When he looked confused, Lu Ping had completely finished questioning the students and answering questions.

"The spell to repel a Boggart is simple, but requires willpower. You know, what really scares away a Boggart is laughter. All you have to do is force it into something you think is ridiculous.

"Let's say this spell without a wand. Please tell me... funny!"

"Funny!"

The students shouted in unison, and the neat voices interrupted William's thinking and Professor Snape's glare.

"Okay, very good." Professor Lupin praised loudly, "But, I'm afraid this is just the easy part. You should know that this incantation alone is not enough - it's up to you, Neville."

He called Neville's name, but his gaze went over the students' heads and looked directly at Snape at the very back.

'Sure enough...I knew it. ’

William sighed and said nothing. He had known the two of them for less than two years combined, so why should he interfere in their feud that had lasted for more than ten years?

Besides...although he was a bit petty, in the face of Professor Snape's provocation, William felt that it was really good to have Professor Lupine around...

"Okay, Neville," said Professor Lupin, "first thing: tell me, what are you most afraid of in the world?"

William couldn't help but laugh inwardly - this question required almost no guessing.

No matter who you are, if there is a teacher who especially targets you when you are studying, you will hate him to death.

But if the professor is so powerful that he cannot be dealt with for a while, hatred will turn into fear.

If Professor Snape hadn't been there, maybe the child would have had the courage to speak out, but now that Professor Snape was still watching from behind, he wouldn't have had the courage to speak out even if he killed him.

Under everyone's gaze, the child named Neville suddenly turned red, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word.

"Darkness, I'm afraid of places without light, Professor."

"A place without light?"

"Yes, Professor!"

Neville smashed the jar and said, "There is no light there, it is damp and cold, and it also smells weird!"

‘Why is this place so familiar? Have you been to Azkaban too?

William couldn't help but think of that place - even though it had been more than a year since he left that damn prison, it was still a lingering nightmare.

But before William could think of why a child studying in school could think of Azkaban, Lupine continued to ask.

"Damp, cold and lightless? Well, if a place like that appeared, what do you think would happen to make it full of joy?"

Neville thought about it seriously. There were a lot of laughter and laughter in that place, but they all belonged to other people.

'Sorry, Professor, I couldn't think of...'

After thinking for a long time, he apologized desperately to Lu Ping.

"Think again? Maybe there is a scene you are familiar with that can make this better?"

Lupine guided Neville again, his tone not at all anxious.

"Someone familiar?"

Neville looked at the classmates around him, and then at the hats on their heads - many of them were really bad at transfiguration, and at this moment their hats had turned back into parchment.

"Maybe, a hat?"

The tone was a little doubtful, but the meaning was firm.

What he said was a bit unclear, but the Gryffindors around him understood it instantly and laughed. Some people pointed their wands at their heads, and the hats made of parchment changed instantly. modeling.

‘Don’t let this kid fall into my hands...he’s not afraid of changing his head! ’ William saw clearly the child who was illegally casting spells at a glance, and remembered his name firmly.

"Ah sneeze!"

"What's wrong with you, Seamus?"

"It's okay, it seems like dust has come in."

The students' hushed conversations did not affect Lupine's lecture.

"Hats? Well, how many hats are there?"

Lupine didn't understand it clearly, but he still asked in detail - as the first student to go up to the experiment, Neville had to make all preparations, otherwise he would easily make mistakes.

"A lot," Neville blurted, reminded of the Gryffindor hat-wearing scene last year.

"Well, imagine those hats, and then go and, if all goes well, we're going to see a bunch of hats appear in that damp, cold place."

Lupine said in admiration, giving Neville one last cheer.

The students below couldn't help laughing, and Lupine also laughed - although he didn't know why these students were laughing, but a Gryffindor instinct told him that the hat was definitely not aimed at him, and neither was the laughter.

William suddenly felt that the eyes next to him were a little murderous - he couldn't help but tighten his wand.

If Professor Snape really wanted to duel, what magic should he use?

"Well, everyone, please pay attention. If Neville succeeds, this Boggart may turn his attention to each of you." Lupine became serious after laughing, "Now, I hope that each of you will Take a moment each of you to think about what you fear most, and then imagine how you can force it to become something that looks ridiculous..."

'This is not funny at all... To be honest, I think there will be a duel in the castle after class, one party will be decided, and the other party will be either you or me...'

William held his wand tightly, considering whether to make a sudden attack while watching Lupine teach - hoping he would stop playing with the hat.

"Neville, we are going to retreat," Lupine, who was not disturbed by any external factors, said cheerfully, "Let you have an open space, okay? I will ask the next person to come forward... Now, everyone, stay back , let Neville have an open space——"

The students retreated one after another, revealing a large open space. William looked at Professor Snape with his peripheral vision and also judged Lupine's safe distance.

‘Everything is perfect, it’s just too good to be true…’

'It's just a pity that such an excellent professor...' William shook his head and stopped thinking about anything else.

"I'm counting to three, Neville," said Lupine, pointing his wand at the wardrobe. "One—two—three—go!"

A spark shot out from Lupin's wand and landed on the wardrobe, causing the wardrobe door to open instantly.

William began to look at it, and it was unusual for the Azkaban environment to appear here - he was still a little curious, why was Neville afraid of Azkaban instead of Snape?

But to his expectation, a damp, dark and lightless environment appeared. It was not the Azkaban he thought, but a place similar to a potions laboratory that he was slightly familiar with.

The place where potions are brewed is usually placed in the basement, because the environment there is very beneficial to potion brewing.

At the same time as the ground changed, a very familiar face that he had just observed with his peripheral vision appeared.

‘What a mess! ’

He suddenly understood, 'Neville is talking about the Potions classroom! So it’s perfectly normal for Professor Snape to appear! ’

He clearly heard a disdainful snort coming from around him.

There is no doubt that he was not the only one to figure it out, but the professors who were watching also figured it out.

But that’s okay—wait!

William immediately discovered something was wrong.

That kid Neville just said something about hats!

‘Don’t persecute me all day long! ’

However, this sentiment was not conveyed.

Professor Snape next to him was snoring, but the Professor Snape who came out of the closet was approaching Neville with a threatening look on his face.

At another time and place, William would definitely have said it perfectly.

but now…

In the scene, Neville was pushed closer and closer. Professor Snape approached him aggressively, as if he would appear in his ears the next moment and directly make a routine mockery of him.

"S-funny!" screamed Neville.

There was a noise, and then a large stall appeared in front of Professor Snape. Countless hats were placed on the ground, waiting for him to choose.

William suddenly felt that the air around him was a little colder.

But 'Snape' did not stop. He picked at a speed that seemed very slow but was actually extremely fast, and then selected a hat from a wide variety of hats.

It was a tall lady's hat with an old carved specimen on top.

Then, 'Snape' happily picked it up...