From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Outside William's office, Harry ran over and rushed over.

He almost forgot to knock on the door, but when he was about to enter, he finally remembered and shouted, "Professor William, help!"

"boom!"

There was a huge impact, and then the office door in front of Harry shattered into pieces of wood, which rushed behind him to form a large wooden shield.

"Get down!"

William's voice came from inside, and then Harry saw the wooden shield shrouded behind him shatter into sharp sawdust, hitting behind him.

"No one is attacking, but someone is hurt!"

Harry shouted loudly as he hurriedly lay down on the ground - while doing all this, he still held Scabbers firmly, trying hard to prevent the rat who had sacrificed his life for the savior from any harm.

Just as he was shouting, a violet magic flew out of the office, landed on the empty wall, and silently dissolved out a large area of ​​dark solution that looked uncomfortable.

'Gudu...'

Harry swallowed silently and vowed never to pass by the door of this office wearing an invisibility cloak in his life - no, if possible, he didn't even want to go to this level.

"Why are you still hanging around? Come in."

William had already appeared at the door and shouted to Harry, who was still in a daze.

"Professor, your door?"

"Let's talk about it first. Didn't you say someone was injured?"

William didn't even look at his poor office door - he spent a lot of effort on it in order to make it smoothly stimulate the outside world and be stable at ordinary times.

It was impossible to repair. Not to mention that the additional magic would make the repair more difficult. The black magic he added at the end alone could be a death sentence for this sect.

The wall can barely be repaired, but there is no rush - saving people is important.

"Yes, Professor."

Harry recovered from the shock, hurriedly entered the office, and came to the desk as a habit.

But this time he was so embarrassed that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

There was a thick stack of information on the desk in front of him, and beside the information, written parchment spread out to occupy half of the table, and a quill was floating in the air, waiting for the next order.

There is no doubt that the professor has just been researching, and it may be very important research——

He didn't even know where to put Scabbers.

"Oh, the table is a bit messy. I'm still working on something."

William waved the wand gently, and a transparent bubble enveloped the entire table. Then, he patted the desk with his hand and let it move towards the corner of the room.

Then, with a wave of the wand, a small table floated over by the wall.

"Don't be nervous, be simple, tell me clearly what the injury is, and what kind of wound it is. Otherwise, you will have to go back and forth again after you go."

It is a big deal that someone is injured, but it is extremely stupid to rush over in a hurry without caring about anything. Not all potions are suitable for carrying around. The more useful the potion is, the more delicate it is. If you dare to play with it all day, it will dare to Deterioration for you.

"It's not a human, it's Scabbers," Harry finally had a place to put it down this time. "It's this mouse. It's injured, Professor."

"Banban?"

William was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the mouse on the table.

"Was it bitten by a cat?"

"No, Professor, Scabbers was bitten by a dog."

…

Are the dogs in the wizarding world too nosy? Stealing all the cat's work?

"The injury is very serious..." William said as he put on dragon leather gloves for himself, and then put on the second layer - the student's pet was fatally injured, and he felt there was no problem in saving it if he was able. .

Although it's a little weird that the rescue object is a mouse.

"Don't worry, I'll check the injury first," he said to Harry. Without stopping, a piece of parchment was rolled up and turned into something like a wooden strip.

"Theoretically, pet rats will not attack people at will, but you still have to be careful. If it hurts too much, you will lose your mind no matter what."

As William spoke, he used a wooden stick to open Spot's mouth, and then used magic to stick the teeth on the wooden stick.

"The left hind limb is missing, giving birth...well, giving birth...forget it, missing, the tail is missing...the injury is serious, but he is still alive."

"Can it be saved, Professor?"

"Of course it can be saved. As long as it is not caused by black magic, missing arms and legs is not a serious injury to a wizard. You must keep this in mind."

William explained to Harry while appraising the missing parts.

"Of course, if you are sure that the opponent is good at black magic, then you'd better keep all attacks away from you. There is no shortage of people who pursue lethality in this world. God knows how many terrifying black magic there are."

Harry tried to remember those words, but he found it too difficult - especially since William even used magic to weigh Scabbers, which he couldn't understand.

"Cuckoo?"

"It's not food. It's other people's pet rats. Come on, eat the food. Eat the food."

As William protected the mouse with his left hand and drove it away, Harry noticed the huge owl.

"professor?"

"Don't worry," William tapped the wand in his right hand on the parchment and quickly calculated the amount of medicine required based on the ratio of weight to missing wound - the most essential difference between the treatment of animals in the wizarding world and that of Muggles is precision.

A little more or a little less potion is not a big problem for wizards, but most creatures cannot bear this crude method of feeding potions.

This time, saving the mouse can be regarded as using his original professional knowledge. The restorative potion testing effects are all done with living things. This set of William inherited is quite good - more than 90% of the mice can recover normally, no matter Symptoms such as limbs being one size larger than one size or being weak or weak may appear.

'First the bone spirit, then...'

William mixed the potion according to the prepared proportion, trying to make the regrowth perfect without any loopholes.

"It's done." William directed the mixed potion to levitate with his wand, "The craftsmanship has not fallen behind."

As he spoke, he tapped the stick he had previously used to gag the mouse with his finger, and then let the medicine float in by itself.

"Just wait, the mouse's legs and other parts will grow back soon," William nodded towards Harry, "However, a mouse of such an old age can survive after suffering such a fate and using a magic potion to induce birth." I can’t tell how long it will take…”

"Thank you, Professor. Ron will be so happy. If Scabbers dies while protecting him, Ron will feel guilty for the rest of his life!"

"Protect?"

"Yes, protection, this is the second time it has protected us."

Harry said seriously, "The first time it bit Goyle, the second time it stopped that terrible black dog for Ron."

"If you are not afraid of the damage caused by a rat, it would be almost as much as a fist..."

But William had no expressed intention - whoever interrupts this kind of thing would be stupid.

"How come there is a black dog? By the way, speaking of which, your class seems to be Hagrid's, right?"

Only then did William realize something was wrong. Previously, he thought Banban was bitten by someone else's pet, but this protection was used...

"Yes, Professor, but the dog in class got out of control. It tried to attack Ron, but Scabbers blocked it, and then it ran away."

"Swallow-tailed dog?" William looked at Harry, "But I remember that that kind of creature would never attack a wizard without permission!"

"It was another ordinary dog, Hagrid used it as a comparison, but it suddenly became violent and pounced."

Scabbers's injuries were stable, and now Harry began to become curious - if the black dog attacked him, what other strange speculations could he make, but what about the attack on Ron?

Moreover, the big dog kept staring at him, but when he moved his hands, he didn't react even when he was hit by his magic - it was too strange to attack Ron.

'Ordinary dogs are out of control...'

‘Rabies? ’

‘I remember there were special potions coming, and I prepared some. ’

While William got up to look for medicine, he shook his head at Hagrid's misfortune - catching a mad dog in class is no big deal...

"It's most likely rabies. There's a special name for it in the magic world. Wait, I'll get you some medicine."

It should be on this floor, this one is for treating smallpox, this one...leprosy...is this one.

"Drink a little, Harry, and take the medicine back with you. All students who are close to the black dog will take two tablespoons. This is a preventive potion."

William handed over the medicine smoothly, "Remember to tell them that if they don't take the medicine, they will get sick. At least... forget it, just tell them to take the medicine and they will be fine."

He originally planned to tell these children how many days they would be hospitalized, but considering that the school had just started, he decided not to do it - some Gryffindors really dared to be bitten and then hospitalized, and if one or two of them appeared again in the fifth grade, Well, the trouble is really big.

"Yes, Professor..." Harry replied softly, the doubts lingering in his mind - if it was rabies, why did it look at him before attacking Ron?

"Professor, by the way, there is something very strange to me. When it attacked - God, Banban!"

He couldn't help shouting. Banban was originally calm. Although the wound did not grow immediately, the bleeding had stopped long ago, and the bones and other organs were also growing slowly.

That kind of wound looked a bit weird, but Banban was very calm, but now it was completely different - Banban's wound seemed to have been opened again by a knife, and blood began to slowly gush out.

What's even more frightening is that the originally fine upper body has cracks at this moment, and small blood beads seep out, forming spider web-like blood lines.

‘What a joke! ’

William pulled out his wand, and a bright magic surged out, wrapping the mouse tightly. "This is the result of a serious lack of potion! Is it a pig? No pig will have such a serious reaction." "

After scolding, William's hands did not stop, and the healing potion originally prepared for the students was poured in, and the amount given to the owl was directly used.

‘Damn, that’s not enough! ’

William quickly increased the dose, this time to cats, then to dogs—until the dose was enough for humans, the bleeding slowed down.

Harry watched from the side as William carefully and frantically added the medicine. He didn't even dare to breathe out, for fear that he would affect the professor's operation and accidentally kill Scabbers.

But as William added more medicine again and again, Harry discovered something was wrong - the professor's face became worse and worse. In the end, although the terrifying phenomenon was suppressed, the professor's face was as green as if he was about to kill someone.

"TMD."

Harry heard a similar sound but couldn't figure out what it meant.

Soon, the previous potion was taken out again, and a super large dose was fed to Scabbers - the recovery that had been slowed or even reversed suddenly returned to normal, and Harry could even see Scabbers' legs growing at a slow but visible rate.

But with this scene, the professor's eyes were as cold as if he wanted to kill someone.

"As expected...as expected...that's not just a legend of Azkaban, it's actually true..."

Harry heard such murmurs.

"What, Professor."

Harry asked subconsciously - he always felt like something like a volcano was about to erupt if he didn't ask something.

"Human transformation, forced human transformation, maybe even permanent..."

William repeated his words, trying hard to suppress his desire to attack.

‘It’s not determined yet, don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious, you have to be careful and careful. ’

But it was useless. When the anger emerged, William couldn't control himself at all.

Even in Azkaban, this kind of thing is told like a ghost story - permanent human transformation, and then add a mess of spells to turn the person you hate into an animal, and then imprison him like this for the rest of his life. .

This is something that prisoners often laugh at themselves - it's the kind of treatment that's worse than the hellish place of Azkaban.

But such an operation is only theoretically possible. Even in Azkaban, no one goes in because of this kind of thing - or in other words, this kind of thing is the ultimate evil that the prisoners of Azkaban can think of, and there is no such thing. People do this.

But today, William saw it with his own eyes - although he could not be 100% sure, as a professional former pharmacist, he could be sure that the amount of potion was not something a mouse could bear.

"You said Scabbers is your friend Ron's pet, right? How long has he lived in the Weasley family?"

After calming down a little, William made himself less aggressive and asked.

"I had it a long time ago...Ron got it from his brother...it was the mouse that Percy didn't want."

But Harry was still frightened, and he even had to answer the question repeatedly to make sure he didn't miss anything in his answer.

"Percy?"

William took a breath and tried to calm himself down - forcibly transforming a person could not be passed on to his younger brother. Most of the time, the caster transformed the person and then sold it in the market.

'What a vicious person, what a vicious magic...how dare he...he...'

'Find him, capture him, send him to Azkaban! ’

Such thoughts came to me all of a sudden and couldn't go away.