From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"When I saw the princess stealing the command arrow, I couldn't help but feel happy and stood at the palace gate-ahem..."

Sitting in the office, he wrote down the inspiration that emerged in class line by line. As he wrote down the magic that he expected to be improved, William even couldn't help humming a messy tune.

Unfortunately, when I reached the key point, I still couldn't get up, and instead made myself cough.

The owl that was dealing with a bowl of food at the table couldn't help but raise its head and looked at William curiously. After realizing that he seemed to be talking to himself, he decisively continued to bury his head in the rice bowl without caring about the world.

"Great, great," William didn't notice the owl glanced at him, picked up the parchment he had written on, looked at it, and then happily started to find loopholes for himself.

"Black magic cannot be included, nor can the Patronus Charm. Maybe some magic cannot be included, but there are enough magics that can be included."

"But it's not enough. I need to master and understand more magic, and then I can get what I want..."

William couldn't tell what that thing was, but it seemed vaguely there.

"I have to go to the library. Fortunately, the library at Hogwarts is big enough and I can borrow enough books."

Despite this thought, William went over and rubbed his owl's head first. He stopped with satisfaction before the owl tried to bite his finger in dissatisfaction, and then stood up and headed to the school library.

——

"Damn, this cat!"

Pettigrew quickly slipped off the table and crawled under the bed.

The wizard has always had the habit of keeping cats as pets. From before he came to Hogwarts to now, this castle has never lacked cats. However, he never thought that he would meet such a disgusting cat.

"Squeak!"

It was a threatening sound, but it had no purpose - whether it was a Muggle cat or a wizard cat, there was basically no habit of being afraid of mice.

'Damn pet store, untrained cats are sold to customers! ’

Such thoughts came to his mind, but before that, he had already crawled under the bed.

"Hiss~"

The sound of the cat's paws playing with things came along the bed board. It was so weird that Peter Pettigrew, who had transformed into a mouse, couldn't help but shiver.

‘Change back and kill that damn cat! ’

Such a crazy idea popped into his head, but he denied it in an instant.

‘Can’t transform, once discovered, not even Azkaban can protect itself! ’

As Black's 'former follower', he knew that madman better than anyone else. Since that guy could fight his way out of Azkaban for himself, he could rush into Azkaban and kill himself.

‘No, absolutely, absolutely not! ’

"Meow!!!"

The moment he was distracted, a huge cat's head poked under the bed.

He didn't even have the slightest thought of resisting, and rushed out from under the bed like an arrow from a string.

The thought of transforming into something had completely disappeared from his mind, and the only thing he wanted to do now was to stay away from the cat - 'Ron where are you? ’

He subconsciously thought of this, but his speed did not slow down at all.

Walking through the dormitory, running down the stairs, weaving in and out of all kinds of debris.

"Look, that cat!"

"Wow, that mouse runs so fast!"

"Tsk, tsk, what an ugly cat!"

During the chase, several Gryffindor students saw this scene, but no one cared about it - everyone knew that pet cats would not attack pet mice, so the mouse was probably It's a wild rat in the castle.

"Come on! Hurry up, you're going to succeed!"

A passing Gryffindor even cheered the cat on - rats were rare in the castle due to the hard work of the house elves, and mice caught by cats were even rarer.

Such sounds were heard endlessly, and Pettigrew even felt that he could feel the breath of the damn ugly cat behind him.

Just when he was about to despair, he suddenly saw a familiar face.

As if he had met the savior, he ran over as fast as he could, and then quickly jumped on Ron's body, and then he started to tremble with relief.

"Get away, you damn ugly cat!"

Ron's sharp voice, which was in the stage of voice change, reached his ears, bringing him an endless sense of security.

Then, there was a sound breaking through the air, and he observed Ron kicking the ugly cat.

‘Well played! ’

The squeaking sound made Ron stop paying attention to the cat and start caring about his mouse.

"Are you okay, Banban?"

Ron held his mouse in one hand and observed it carefully and nervously.

"Meow!"

The cat underground let out a strange cry and pounced directly on Ron's arm.

"There are many obstacles!"

"Paji!"

"Meow~~~~~~"

Three sounds came out almost at the same time. Hermione's cat named Crookshanks gradually slid down from the air. When it was about to fall to the ground, it reluctantly turned around and realized that there was no chance of a successful sneak attack. Then it barked. With a sound, he ran towards the entrance and exit of the lounge.

"Oh my God~" Ron looked at the direction Crookshanks was going away and then realized what happened, "Thank you, Harry."

He gasped for air and was frightened for a moment - if Harry hadn't reacted in time to stop the cat, God knows what would have happened.

"You're welcome, Ron," Harry put away his wand, still a little scared - he didn't expect Hermione's cat to be so crazy.

"How is Banban, is it okay?"

Ron didn't answer in a hurry. He checked anxiously, "It's not good. How old is it? How can it withstand such strenuous exercise!"

"Look, Harry, it's almost dying of old age, and it ended up being chased from the dormitory here!" Ron pointed to the dormitory in the distance, "If Scabbers hadn't run so fast, I might not have seen it for the last time now. Got it!"

Harry certainly agreed with this point of view. Although he didn't have such deep feelings for Scabbers, just by looking at this distance, he knew how hard it was for this rat to run.

But once these words are spoken, the problem will inevitably shift from Crookshanks to Hermione.

"Yes, he is so old and has traveled so far. We have to take him to see a doctor, otherwise it will be too dangerous." Harry tried to distract Ron's anger with other things.

"But there is only a school doctor in the school..." Ron frowned, "Does Dr. Pomfrey know how to treat? Besides, if I take Scabbers there, she will kick her out..."

"We can find Hagrid. He must have a way. Don't forget, many professors say that Hagrid is a very good professor of Care of Magical Creatures!"

Harry said the answer he had already drafted - regardless of whether Hagrid could be cured or not, if it were delayed for a while, Ron would be much less angry.

"But... okay."

Ron was a little unconvinced. As Hagrid's friend, he knew very well Hagrid's love for those ferocious magical creatures.

If Scabbers had teeth that could bite off other people's fingers or spit out flames while screaming, he would trust Hagrid without reservation. But the problem is that Scabbers is just an ordinary mouse.

"It just so happens that the next class is Care of Magical Creatures. Let's go there now."

——

"Eat more, you're still too thin."

In Hagrid's hut, Hagrid was giving nutrition to the new course assistant - it was skinny and skinny, and looked very cute, so Hagrid couldn't help but kill another rooster today.

"Eat some, too." Hagrid turned around and piled the chicken head, chicken butt and offal into the rice bowl of another swallow-tailed dog - it was obviously an XXX-level magical creature, but when he met an ordinary Muggle dog When he did it, he actually backed away in fear, it was a waste of his cock!

'However, if the swallow-tailed dog is not docile, this XXX-level creature should not appear in the classroom. ’

After all, it is a pet dog for ordinary wizards, and it can be used in classes even if its level is higher.

"Cooperate well. Today is the second period of the third grade." Hagrid turned to look at the black dog picked up in the Forbidden Forest. "Maybe you can be friends with Yaya."

However, the black dog seemed to sneer at Hagrid's words and just focused on his food.

——

"Good afternoon, kids."

Hagrid smiled at everyone, and then looked at the panting Harry and Ron running in the distance, "Come here quickly, our class is about to start."

"Yes, Professor."

Although such a name was strange and novel, Harry and Ron found that they actually shouted it out without hesitation.

"Huh... I came out early and was stopped by Peeves..."

"It's so normal Harry, it's been a week since school started, and we were stopped for the first time. This is far from normal!"

Ron was also panting. The two of them managed to escape from Peeves' interception. Most of the students in the castle were in the lounge before class at noon. Peeves, who had finally caught his target, was having fun. Show the flaws.

"What about Banban?"

Ron responded in a low voice, "Let's go to class first. Scabbers seems to have fallen asleep. His heartbeat was very steady when I touched him just now."

"That's great. We can ask Hagrid when get out of class is over. There's plenty of time between classes!"

——

"Okay, let's start class."

Hagrid smiled brightly - his class style last week was very good, and Dumbledore even praised him specifically.

Of course, the happiest thing was the advanced class. Although the children were still a little scared after seeing those cute magical creatures, they all praised the little cuties.

'Sure enough, when you grow up, you will become more and more...'

He even wanted to hum something, but he held back, "Today's lesson is about swallow-tailed dogs. This is a kind of dog bred by wizards and is extremely loyal to its owner."

"I have a bunch of them at home."

Malfoy quietly showed off to the Slytherins around him, "When I was a child, I rode a broomstick and took them hunting!"

"Isn't it a dragon?"

"Shut up, Crabbe."

The Slytherin discussion did not bother Hagrid at all, "The biggest difference between it and ordinary hounds is its appearance. Its tail is like a swallow."

"Of course, many wizards who lived with Muggles had to cast spells on it when it was raised, and cut off its tail when it was very young to prevent Muggles from finding it."

"My family all keep their tails, we don't need..."

"Compared to ordinary hounds, swallow-tailed dogs are more ferocious, but there are occasional exceptions..."

Hagrid quickly finished explaining the basics, "Do you still have any questions?"

"there is none left."

Although Hagrid worked hard, in terms of theoretical knowledge, he was only a little better than Professor Binns.

However, compared to the boring history of magic, the greatest charm of the Care of Magical Creatures course lies in understanding magical creatures - Hagrid is very good at this.

“Swallow-tailed dogs and common hounds—I tried my best to pick the ones that looked the most alike!”

Hagrid announced to the students enthusiastically, even though he was looking for a swallow-tailed dog as an ordinary dog.

"You can rotate around and observe, and even feed food - of course, to the swallow-tailed dog." Hagrid announced honestly, "come one by one. I have told the swallow-tailed dog, it is very obedient."

"What kind of hunting dog can be called a hunting dog that doesn't just recognize one owner?"

Malfoy complained with a look of disgust, but the pace of the queue did not slow down - the hunting dog of Malfoy Manor only recognized one owner, but it was not him.

Although he will definitely not be attacked, don't even think about enjoying petting a hunting dog. In order to maintain aggression, hunting dogs will never be kept as pets.

"Harry, do you want to pet the swallow-tailed dog? He looks very well-behaved..."

Ron poked Harry and looked at the classmates in front of him with envy - he liked stuffed toys when he was a child. Although he had never touched them after being turned into a spider by the twins, he still wanted to touch the swallow-tailed dog when he saw it. touch.

"I'd better forget it..."

Harry answered hesitantly - not only because of the prophecy, but also because he had an illusion that Hagrid's ordinary black dog used as a demonstration was staring at him closely, and the complex look in his eyes made Harry I feel like the dog knows me.

After careful consideration, he shared it with Ron, "Ron, I think... that dog is staring at me."

"That one?"

Ron looked ahead and saw that the swallow-tailed dog was having fun with a classmate - Hagrid had prepared all kinds of strange food, and the swallow-tailed dog that Hagrid had made him eat everything was not afraid and was performing various performances. Eat.

"That's not it..." Ron subconsciously turned his head to look at the other one.

The dog that Hagrid told him not to get close to was the one they met in the Forbidden Forest. At this moment, he was staring at Harry at a particularly strange angle.

"Strange..." Ron shook his head, "Maybe he remembered us from the Forbidden Forest before. After all, it was the three of us who caught it."

"Is that so?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, unable to accept it, but couldn't find a better excuse for a while. He could only continue to look at the dog, only to find that it seemed to have diverted its attention.

'Maybe what Ron said is true? ’

"Shh, Harry, keep an eye on me," Ron said softly to Harry, "Don't let Hagrid look over. I have to check Scabbers. He seemed to be shaking just now, and he was very powerful!"

"No problem," Harry moved forward, pretending to observe the swallow-tailed dog, but out of the corner of his eye he looked at Hagrid, who was staring at the students, "Look Ron, I will inform you as soon as possible. .”