From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Although he was filled with fear, Harry still mustered up the courage to look at the black dog out of his trust in Hagrid.

'It's so big...'

This was Harry's first reaction, but he soon noticed that the dog was pitifully thin, as if it hadn't eaten for several days.

'Strange, I seem to have seen it somewhere...'

Such thoughts emerged, but were quickly denied by Harry himself, 'It should be an illusion, but why is it looking at me like this? ’

"Harry, don't get too close, it looks hungry and might attack someone!"

Hagrid's warning voice sounded, causing Harry to wake up from his thoughts - before he knew it, he was very close to the big dog.

"You have to feed it something, otherwise I doubt it will even be able to hold up my cabin,"

While Hagrid firmly controlled the black dog with one hand, he muttered, "After your classes are over on Monday, I will take it out of the school. The Forbidden Forest is not a friendly place for ordinary creatures."

That dog could probably understand human speech - this strange realization came to Harry's mind.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to explain why Hagrid immediately relaxed his vigilance and became much less aggressive after using it for class.

"This trap has gone the deepest into the Forbidden Forest. It's strange. Why didn't you catch it a few days ago?"

Hagrid muttered and took out the leftover rock biscuits in his hand, "You are so hungry. Eat some first. When you get to my room, I will get you some meat or something, maybe a rooster?"

Hagrid had kept quite a few roosters since what happened last year, and feeding one to the poor black dog wouldn't be too much of a problem - but that would have to go back to his hut, where all he had now was rock pancakes.

When those rock cakes appeared again, Harry and Ron covered their mouths in unison - Hagrid's rock cakes were as hard as ever and could be used as weapons.

Seeing the black dog struggling with the rock cake with its teeth, Harry stepped forward with some fear, tore off a handful of leaves, then used the transfiguration spell to turn them into containers, and then summoned them with clear water like a spring. Out of the water.

He silently pushed the water basin in front of the black dog, hoping that it would be of some help in its battle with Rockpipe.

It glanced at Harry with an expression that seemed to be smiling - this strange smile made Harry take a small step back, but he quickly put the strange feeling out of his mind.

"Excellent spell," Hagrid couldn't help but praise, and then squatted on the ground and looked at the black dog - although it was not a swallow-tailed dog with one tail cut off, it looked a little wild.

'Maybe with the swallow-tailed dog...'

Such thoughts emerged from Hagrid's heart and then appeared on his face, causing Harry and Ron to take a step back. It also made the black dog who was dealing with Rockskin Pie underground suddenly shiver.

"It's a little scared," Hagrid said cheerfully, and then continued to watch carefully.

"Harry, I think that black dog is going to..."

Ron bit his ear in a low voice, "Hagrid looks very much like he did in first grade."

Harry remembered the time he was talking about very clearly - Hagrid had obtained a dragon at that time, but because it was illegal, the dragon had been sent away.

"And I'm telling you secretly, Harry," Ron said in a voice that Hagrid could never hear. "As far as I know, after Hagrid became a professor, most of the Ministry of Magic's training bans were imposed on him. If it fails, even if he does get a dragon, the Ministry of Magic won't say anything - as long as he can come up with a reasonable excuse."

"Does Hagrid know?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Hagrid doesn't know. I also secretly heard it from my father. Think about it, if we weren't privileged, how could our textbook be replaced with a book that bites people?"

This fact easily convinced Harry and made him agree with Ron's point of view - if Hagrid realizes how much power he has now, then there is really no telling what will happen.

"By the way," Ron asked curiously as he watched the black dog eat a piece of rock biscuit with difficulty, "The clear water like a spring is very difficult. How did you master it?"

"Very high?" Harry was stunned, "But the professor said that it is basic magic, and he asked me to master it during the holidays. I was able to release it stably some time ago..."

"Basic? That seems to be a sixth-grade spell - I remember Fred and George said they mastered this spell, and Mom was quite proud."

"But..." Harry was stunned, "The professor said this is a necessary spell for survival in the wild and self-rescue in disasters. It even has the function of preventing poisoning, so it is a basic magic that is widely used..."

"Disaster self-rescue? Fred and the others are trying to prevent the dormitory from being set on fire..."

"It's time to go. If I don't watch carefully, there will be troublemakers trying to sneak into the Forbidden Forest!" Hagrid shouted towards the two of them, and then with a slight flick, the big and scary black The dog was easily held under his arm with one hand, "We should go back!"

‘It ate those rock crust cakes that were about to break its teeth? ’

Harry was surprised and noticed the fact that Hagrid could easily catch the dog with one hand.

'With Hagrid here, the black dog doesn't seem so scary...'

Such thoughts suddenly came to Harry's mind.

——

"are you sure?"

In William's office, William pushed the basket of snacks to the other party and asked, but his tone was not very relaxed.

"Of course I'm sure, Professor, this is the best time I've found in a while."

Percy Weasley, sitting opposite William, nodded with a solemn look on his face.

"To be honest, it would be great if an outstanding student like you is willing to help, but I don't think it is suitable for you." William looked at Percy, "This is not your previous employment direction. This resume is not suitable for you. It’s not very helpful, and it’s very dangerous.”

When it comes to assistants, William prefers children who choose Aurors as their career goals - there are exactly two of them in this seventh grade class. Although their overall performance is not as good as Percy's, they are not too far behind in terms of combat effectiveness.

This resume will be helpful to them in the future, and William also plans to give his assistants some tips. The already tested training techniques can be used in various ways to let them do it again.

"But Professor, you said that I am the best in this class."

A smile appeared on Percy's face, full of confidence.

"Of course, whether it's grades or actual combat," William nodded, "or even which subject."

"Don't spread this word." William looked a little serious. "Among all the students in your class, no one can compare with you in terms of talent or hard work. Cedric who is one level below is good, but he There are obvious shortcomings - your two younger brothers are talented, but they are much more trouble than Cedric."

"Even if we count further down, the only person who can compare with you in terms of effort is Miss Granger, who is in third grade, but she is still almost..."

William could usually only communicate with some professors when commenting on students' behavior like this, but now he said it to Percy for the first time.

"You can endure boredom, and your execution and self-discipline are excellent. To be honest, no matter which field you choose to study, you will become a very outstanding wizard."

"Being an Auror is an excellent career, Professor."

"But you don't know how. What you want is to communicate with the younger students, right, Percy?"

"Yes, Professor, if I talk to them as a prefect, it will quickly become an ineffective communication, but it is different for assistant teachers. I hope to hear their true feelings after a battle or other things. idea."

…

"Okay," William nodded after a moment of silence.

"The salary is not high, one to three times a week, three galleons each time. I will inform you directly when the time comes."

"Yes, Professor."

——

"The assistant is Percy?"

"Of course, Professor McGonagall," William sat relaxedly on the chair opposite Professor McGonagall, "your student, you know better."

"Yes, he's a very good kid, but he's a bit too rigid - but he's much better this year."

"But, in this case, will he still have time to go to the Ministry of Magic?"

Professor McGonagall hesitated, "But it's not a big problem. There are a lot of Weasleys, so it doesn't matter if we go to the Ministry of Magic later. Maybe we can avoid those purebloods who don't like the Weasleys."

Of course it is impossible to say this to students, but there is no harm in talking among professors.

When it comes to the employment of students after graduation, it is naturally impossible for professors to say what the Daily Prophet has stated openly - it is not that Hogwarts does not conduct investigations, and the professors know how many bastards are admitted to the Ministry of Magic every year.

It is impossible for a student to have poor grades for seven years and suddenly shine like gold when he arrives at the Ministry of Magic. Seven years of education at Hogwarts is not as good as the enlightenment at the Ministry of Magic - then the professors should simply switch jobs. Forget being a student at the Ministry of Magic.

All wizards in the UK graduated from this school. Dumbledore, who has been at school the longest, has witnessed the childhood of almost all unretired wizards. Professor McGonagall is a little later, but the bastards from the Ministry of Magic can recognize seven of them. Come.

"The venue is ready, the equipment still needs time, and there is no problem with the teaching assistant's salary," Professor McGonagall shared William's application form. "This way, Professor William, you can post a notice on the bulletin board."

"If possible, I hope to give all students a chance to interview. Of course, this is my personal wish. If Professor William you prefer that kind of private club, the school has no objection."

"Originally, it's to take care of students who have room for learning," William smiled and shook his head, "Joining the club will also give you a lot of homework. If they want to come, they can come. I'm not here to collect geniuses."

"But you have already made my best student a teaching assistant," Professor McGonagall, perhaps in a good mood, even joked, "A student as outstanding as Percy may not be discovered until a group of students graduate. This is a selection from wizards all over the UK!"

"Excellent talents cannot always be buried. He is a Gryffindor through and through."

"Of course."

Professor McGonagall nodded, and anyone who dared to object to her would pull out their wands and duel - she was the Head of Gryffindor!

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"Venues, teaching assistants, funds...the equipment is still being purchased. It will arrive next week," William thought, "What else is missing?"

He has never officially organized a club. He only organized a similar banquet last school year. Those people could have come to help, but unfortunately, during the class on Friday when cheating students were caught, most of them Already in confinement with the twins.

"There needs to be a special textbook or guidance document?"

While William was thinking about it, he made reference to Adams' club.

'No, it feels like the club over there is for employment, and it matches the theme of those candy stores very well, that's why it developed like that. I definitely can't fully refer to it...'

‘The main point of my club is to allow students who have room for learning to master more self-defense magic, and to teach those who have the energy to do things that cannot be taught to them due to class problems. ’

‘So, don’t even think about sponsoring Sugar League. The people in this club are either good at exploring or good at dueling. No store will like this. ’

'There are probably not many clubs in the school that you can refer to... The rest of the magic has more or less branches in life, but self-defense is related to combat, and it has nothing to do with life...'

‘Excluding school, I can only refer to Azkaban, the two places I am most familiar with... But what is there to refer to in Azkaban? ’

William began to think hard.

In Azkaban, the thieves are said to stick together...but this is of little reference value.

It's not possible to smuggle... We are all just price alliances and don't report the routes.

Not to mention the unlucky ones who cheated in the exam and got in - if they could stay together, Azkaban would have been expanded back then, and there would be a whole group of people once they got in.

‘It’s not good for fighting, it’s not good for financial crimes, it’s bad for publishing illegal papers… there’s nothing that has actual reference value! ’

This topic is so remote that William can't find the answer despite his invincible references in the past. This makes William a little frustrated.

‘That’s right! ’

William suddenly remembered an excellent reference object.

The investigation last school year related to the Dark Lord's secret society in the school...

"Wait, what am I thinking?"

But this thought lingers - although the other party's slogans and goals are rubbish, the methods of association are still valuable.

The seat allocation is also a bit interesting. Although I don’t know how it is divided over there, but here you can use student duels to allocate seats!

‘Seems feasible? ’

"Dueling for positions, competition and conflict have become more intense... The members have also become more motivated..."

‘One thing is, how can we control the scale of the duel so that the hatred is not too deep? ’

'Also, there should be some special reward for sitting in the front, otherwise the conflict will not be improved...'

Although William tried hard to control himself, his thoughts suddenly drifted away and he couldn't control it at all.