From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The rat named Scabbers was sent to Dumbledore, and its owner, Ron Weasley, stayed in the hospital for one night and came out.

William originally thought that Ron would make a fuss and demand that his rat be sent back, but probably because Dumbledore was going there in person, a week passed and nothing happened.

"yawn."

In the staff lounge, William yawned and put away the books and papers - the afternoon's harvest was not bad, much better than translating.

Even because of the research here, the translation side seems to be able to solve a problem that has troubled him for a long time.

"Tomorrow is the weekend. You can't just read and study all the time, William."

Adams said to William while putting away the beans he had shelled all afternoon.

"If this were Azkaban, you would definitely be robbed. How could you show off your wealth like this..."

William glanced at the beans - precious potions, with an average black market price of one penny a piece. Although they were not made of gold, they were not much different.

"Finally I have an interesting theory, and I want to perfect it quickly." William looked back and stretched his body and replied, "Forget it about the weekend. I just want to stay in school now, and I have to be guarded by those black men when I go out. Staring, that’s not a comfortable experience.”

"Can't you use the Patronus Charm?"

"Being able to use them doesn't mean that I don't hate them," William spread his hands. "When I saw them, I couldn't help but want to use the Patronus. With that suffocating feeling, I couldn't even control the magic I used."

There is nothing you can do, fear is fear, disgust is disgust - when you can't kill them, the dementors at the entrance and exit of the school are like mosquitoes before falling asleep, they can disgust people to death.

"After all, I can't always use the excuse of misuse," William shook his head. "It can be said to be an accident if I use it once or twice. If I put the Patronus on my head when I see them, I guess it won't take a week for the Ministry of Magic to use it. Will send me a letter."

"That's true," Adams laughed, "but then again, another week has passed. Does the Ministry of Magic really not want to capture Sirius?"

"God knows... they don't even know how Sirius escaped from prison."

William is most concerned about this issue - probably all the wizards who have stayed there or are still there are curious about this Azkaban, which can be called an iron barrel, an Azkaban where no one has ever escaped from prison. How did Sirius escape?

"Maybe it's a mole," the professor next to him joined in the chat, "I haven't found out yet. Several magazines are talking about this issue."

"I don't know about that, but I'm more inclined to believe that he relied on strength. Black's grades were top-notch back then, and he later learned so much black magic..."

Another professor joined in, and as Friday afternoon approached dusk, most professors were free.

Although everyone was very serious during class, it was understandable that they would talk a little gossip during their free time - Sirius was the well-deserved sales code of newspapers and magazines as long as he was not caught.

"And the Aurors the school has sent out over the years, tsk tsk," the professor who spoke looked at William, "Professor William, your students who signed up as Aurors last year are still in training, I'm not talking about them."

Although the professor explained kindly, William was still a little worried - was that a batter?

"That's not the case. The former Aurors have not retired. Sirius was caught before. He killed poor Peter...it was just a spell and a street...sigh."

…

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

Then a little boy came in in a panic and was startled when he saw a bunch of professors sitting around.

"whats the matter?"

The professor at the far end of the crowd asked kindly.

"Um...I'm looking for Professor William."

"Professor William, I'm looking for you!"

William stood up from the crowd and glanced at the child - he didn't know him, he was not his student.

"whats the matter?"

"Professor McGonagall asked me to inform you that Dumbledore is waiting for you in his office."

The child was probably frightened by a group of professors and spoke very fast.

"Okay, I understand," William nodded towards him, "I'll be there right away."

"Then Professor, I'm leaving first."

He ran away almost impolitely - almost all the children in the lower grades were nervous when they saw a bunch of professors.

——

"Phew, so many professors..."

The child who ran out gasped nervously. He was so frightened that he couldn't understand - Professor McGonagall called him to inform Professor William. At that time, he was completely unaware that he would encounter such a situation.

"But the professor's task is still accomplished," he thought happily, but a new doubt arose - what were the professors talking about? Why did they all stop when he left?

Wait!

He suddenly realized something terrible - that Professor William just seemed to be in the middle of the crowd?

Shouldn't... introduce that?

His face suddenly turned pale.

——

"Then I'll go first." Watching the child run away, William said goodbye to the professors around him with a smile, shook his head, and said in a surprised voice, "The principal is actually in the office..."

The professors around him burst into laughter—if you’ve been at Hogwarts for a while, you’ll know the humor in this sentence, and it never gets old.

"Go, Professor William, it's not easy to see the principal on Friday."

Professor Taylor received the above sentence smoothly, and several professors around him laughed again.

After passing through the crowd and leaving the lounge, William had time to think about what Dumbledore was calling him.

But my mind wandered to the joke just now.

'The first-year professors and the second-year professors are really different. They have completely different treatment - or, until now, I enjoy the treatment of a normal professor. ’

‘That’s right. The previous professor left after less than a year. Who would seriously consider a professor who changes frequently like this as a colleague? ’

'I hope Professor Lupine can stay full...'

'But the werewolf thing...'

By the time William realized that he had no idea where he was leaning, the principal's office was almost there.

Forget it - since he couldn't figure it out, he simply gave up, shook his head and walked directly towards the principal's office.

"This week's password is honey lemonade?"

William said the password as he stepped onto the stairs of the principal's office.

To his surprise, there were already many people inside.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and Professor Snape.

The four deans arrived, and William instantly realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Very good, Professor William, you are here too," Dumbledore looked a little tired, but the smile on his face seemed to be a little more than usual, "Now that our audience is here, we can start."

"audience?"

William was stunned for a moment, but did not say anything.

"On Monday of this week, Professor William discovered something particularly strange. However, considering some special reasons, the school has not made the matter public for the time being."

Dumbledore nodded towards them, "The severity of the matter may be far beyond our imagination. Therefore, several related students are prohibited from speaking out about it."

"But fortunately, after these days of exploration, we still found a solution to this problem..."

Dumbledore was still introducing, and William was completely frightened.

William had not heard about the previous progress regarding the crown and diary until now. He originally thought that the same was true for the mice this time, but it had only been less than a week, four days to be exact, and Dumbledore had already announced that he had found a solution. !

‘Are you kidding, that’s an Animagus! ’

Therefore, because of the lack of theory this time, William specially made up for the knowledge about that magic for a while, and he had a deep understanding of how difficult it was.

To put it simply, training time is generally measured in years...and there is no guarantee of success.

And learning that magic requires not only transfiguration skills, but also herbalism, excellent talent, and very, very amazing luck.

The first step alone is annoying enough - having to hold a single mandrake leaf in your mouth continuously for an entire month (which must go from full moon to full moon). The leaves must not be swallowed or taken out of the mouth at any time. If the leaves leave the mouth, the whole process must start over.

Sounds desperate enough, right?

But outsiders have no idea what the leaves of the mandrake mean - last year when the students cursed by the basilisk needed mandrake to make medicine, even Hogwarts had to wait until the Mandrake leaves were grown at home. The drake is ripe.

William estimated that if he wanted to learn this by himself that day, Adams would have to talk about the first step of mandrake for about a week or two - growing that thing is not just physical work.

Not counting the illegal one in this office, there are a total of seven legal Animagus - William estimates that the illegal Animagus will be exhausted if there are more than a dozen more. Most wizards don't bother with theirs that much, let alone it. It will be more troublesome later, and failure may even be life-threatening.

However, in just a few days, Dumbledore announced that he had found a way to crack it...

This is no longer an outrageous problem that can be explained...

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the number one white wizard majoring in transfiguration...

Just when William was having various thoughts in his mind, Dumbledore had already briefly introduced to everyone what happened on Monday.

"Okay, now I'm going to undo the spell. I hope the deans will make a decision based on what happens next, so that we won't come to different conclusions about how to treat this wizard."

Dumbledore said as he lifted a cage from the table.

A comatose mouse is inside, knowing nothing about the outside world.

"In order to prevent him from trying to hide something or coming up with a story, I had to keep him in a coma until the solution came out."

Dumbledore said, tapping the cage door with his wand.

It opened on its own, and the rat inside floated out.

'Sometimes magic is too targeted...'

William looked at the floating mouse, and his thoughts suddenly drifted away.

He could completely understand why Dumbledore knocked the mouse unconscious - Legilimency or Veritaserum were good for dealing with wizards who were unwilling to tell the truth, but they would not work on animals.

As a self-defense professor, he was very aware of the taboos of Legilimency, which had almost no effect on animals.

Yes, because the thoughts of animals are not only read with serious deviations, but also have a great possibility of backlash against the caster...

Not to mention Veritaserum. That thing has a lot of taboos for humans. It is a joke to put it on animals and expect it to work normally. Professor Lockhart was already lucky last year - he even suspected that it was because of the change. The ability of incarnate animals to evade most spell effects makes Animagus one of the supreme magic powers of transformation...

To deal with such a wizard who masters advanced transformation techniques, no proper method is too much - the terrifying destructive power of transformation techniques is no joke.

Just as his thoughts were wandering, Dumbledore had already tapped his wand at the mouse floating in the air.

For a moment, the sleeping mouse woke up, and then it began to squeak crazily.

The sound sounded extremely sharp, like being hit by a mousetrap.

"squeak!!!"

Amidst the shrill shouting, the entire mouse expanded crazily, first its belly, then its limbs, until the mouse became an oval sphere.

"boom!"

When the sphere expanded to its maximum size, it exploded, but a golden and transparent human-shaped container blocked all the flying objects.

'This forced crack is really a forced crack...'

Although William didn't know what it was like for a normal Animagus to detransform, he would never be so violent - as Dumbledore said, this was the simplest way to break the Animagus's transformation. .

As William guessed, the flesh and blood scattered everywhere grew rapidly - bones, muscles, blood vessels, and other scattered existences. They were woven three-dimensionally, relying on the container, and gradually formed a human being. shape.

As the golden light becomes weaker and weaker, the 'people' inside become more and more human-like.

It, no, he is very short. If his face were not a bit mature, William would definitely treat him as a student.

His hair is thin and bald, his whole body is dirty, his nose is pointed, and his eyes are small - although he has changed back, he still looks like a mouse.

If the caster was not Dumbledore, William would have suspected that something was wrong with the magic.

But no.

"Peter Pettigrew!"

William, who was wondering, suddenly heard a sound of gnashing teeth.

That was Professor Snape's voice - he had never used such a harsh voice when calling William.

‘Pettigrew? ’

William suddenly thought of that person, and then understood it instantly.

Compared to Lupin, Pettigrew, who occasionally participated in actions... wait, isn't he dead?

"Is it okay if I come, principal?"

Professor Snape took a step forward, his tone more respectful than usual, but his eyes were full of eagerness to try.

"Sorry, Severus." Dumbledore looked into Snape's eyes, "We have to call Professor Lupin over..."

"They're in this together, Dumbledore!"

Snape looked like he couldn't control himself.