From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Make-up classes are a bit scary in other words, but in actual practice, students don't actually feel anything.

Although on the day the announcement was made, a group of Gryffindor children almost fried the twins and served them with fries, but in the end everyone recovered.

There were no changes in daily life until Friday came when the students in the whole school suddenly realized something - oh, they have to make up classes tomorrow.

Ordinary students still feel a little tired, but the fifth-grade students who are taking the OWLs exam feel a lot more at ease after the whole day of class.

Because this was the first time for professors to make up a class, the original teaching plan was disrupted, so basically the weekend make-up classes were just a consolidated review of the week's courses. For most fifth-grade students, such review efficiency is actually more efficient than It's much better for them to do it themselves.

Compared with the adjustment of make-up classes, the impact of Hogmogg Market is actually greater.

Although Professor McGonagall had divided the venue and communicated with all the merchants in advance, on Saturday, countless trivial matters still cropped up.

For example, Mrs. Puddieffe's teahouse requires too much space, and she has communicated with her many times to ask for expansion. Honeydukes' goods are selling too fast, and she has asked for replenishment many times. Literary Residence Quill Shop has asked for a higher booth to maintain its style...

There were almost no unimaginable things, because there were too many trivial matters. In the end, Professor McGonagall directly sent several professors to the venue to coordinate the affairs. As for William, he was pulled away as soon as the class ended.

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"Huh... I'm finally done."

At nine o'clock in the evening, William and several professors who had been busy until now sat on the tables and chairs under the shed, looking at each other and laughing - although it was still a while before midnight, the castle gate closed early on Saturday.

Most of the merchants left their stalls and left, leaving only Three Broomsticks as a tavern.

"There shouldn't be so many things in the future. Coming to such a market suddenly is really a headache." Professor Taylor rubbed his shoulders and shouted to the owner of the Three Broomsticks, "Please, Bing." Nice wine, Ms. Rosmerta!”

"Of course, Professor."

The graceful lady replied a little tiredly, and then came over with a smile and a cup of mead.

"Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Of course, no one will say no." Another professor quickly replied - although no one will talk about Ms. Rosmerta's age in a disgraceful way, she has indeed been popular in Hogwarts for a long, long time. She is a lot. Graduate’s…

It is said that when Mr. Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, was young...but no one would discuss this issue in front of the boss lady.

"I'm really busy today..." She sat down, "I have to redo the tables, chairs, tents and everything. Compared to the bar, there are so many things that need to be busy."

"But I'm really happy!" She laughed before the other professors could say anything. "Although Hogwarts is right here, it usually strictly controls who comes in and out."

"Besides," she raised her glass and said to the stars outside, "drinking under the stars is another kind of enjoyment!"

"Of course," echoed another professor, "what could be more beautiful than the starry sky?"

'That's enough...' William looked at the speaking professor and took a sip of mead silently. If he remembered correctly, that person was one of the astronomy professors... Astronomy at Hogwarts is a compulsory course, but it is basically used for divination. Prerequisite courses for such courses.

But even so, this course also requires studying a series of things such as the trajectory, location, name, etc. of each planet.

We can separate the stars and study them. Don’t you think this is against your will?

But this is none of his business - to be honest, he found a lot of interesting things when he was studying the confinement information of Sirius and the others some time ago. For example, when James Potter and the others were studying, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks It has never been changed. At that time, Mrs. Rosmerta fascinated many students...

'For wizards, because of the existence of potions, appearance and age can be completely deceiving...To be more strict, gender can also be added. ’

‘But mead doesn’t. If it tastes good, it tastes good. ’

William got himself another glass - I don't know what kind of magic the Three Broomsticks would use on the wine before serving it, but it tasted better than the products sold outside.

"By the way, Professor William, what do you think about the market when the weather gets cold?" Just when William was feeling the unique sweetness of the mead, another professor suddenly asked.

"At that time, Sirius was caught anyway. Let's continue to the village."

"It can't be that fast. Besides, it's the rainy season soon. The shops can at least provide some protection. The market is windy and rainy..."

"Light a few piles of magic flames, over there, over there, and over there." William pointed out the locations one by one - this kind of thing had already been considered when dividing the area.

Although he didn't quite understand things like markets, it was already a basic skill to consider things like heating and wind shelter when choosing a location.

"A simple wall made of trees over there can basically block the wind in the rainy season. We can also make some decorations on it, which will also be used to cover up the fixed magic..."

"Wait a minute, what's the sound!"

There was a strange noise from the castle, and all the professors stood up almost at the same time and pulled out their wands.

"Professor Taylor, you take Ms. Rosmerta to Hagrid, and ask Hagrid to take Ms. Rosmerta away." William began to give the order directly, regardless of whether it was appropriate or not. "The rest of the professors rushed to various colleges. Come to the lounge, let me go to the source of the commotion."

No one raised any objection, and William waved his magic wand, and then several old broomsticks from the warehouse on the stadium side flew over with a loud noise.

He helped find the venue. The important reason for choosing this place was that it has convenient transportation.

"It's a little worn out, but it's still usable." William took the lead and rode on the broomstick, and the rest of the professors quickly organized the team after simple assignments.

"Let's go, everyone."

William took a breath, stepped on the ground hard, and then rose into the sky.

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"He should be here, yes, he should be."

Sirius felt like his head was going to explode and he couldn't control his hands anymore.

A shining knife was held tightly in his hand, just waiting to drink Peter's blood.

'I will kill you. Don't even think about transforming or running away... Wormtail... my good friend...'

He felt as if a fire was burning in his lungs, making his breath extremely hot.

"Hospital, school hospital..."

"Lupine should know about the secret passage here, but he will at most guard against the one closest to the hospital. He will never think that I dare to walk through the castle guarded by Dumbledore openly..."

"I'm going to kill him..."

A piece of armor discovered him, and rushed towards him with a clanging sound, but the next moment, the light of the sword flashed through, and the armor lost the ability to stand.

"As easy to use as ever, just like the legendary Gryffindor sword..."

Sirius admired a little, not regretting that this weapon was reduced to cutting down magic armor.

"Over there, yes, it's over there, I have to go quickly..."

Sirius didn't mess up his steps, and after knowing the direction a little, he ran towards the school hospital.

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"School hospital? Not the lounge?"

"Yes, Headmaster, Sirius Black went to the school hospital!"

In Dumbledore's office, a portrait hurriedly reported the intruder's movements, and a cough suddenly appeared in the oil painting on the wall behind.

"What's wrong? Phineas?"

Dumbledore waited patiently for him to finish coughing, and then looked at the oil painting on the wall. It was the most unpopular headmaster of Hogwarts - Phineas Nigellus Black of the Black family. .

"You're plotting against him, Albus! You're plotting against the Blacks..."

"No, I just wanted to clarify some things," Dumbledore shook his head, "And now, things are becoming clearer."

The portrait was full of anger and did not say another word - although he wanted to question Dumbledore a moment ago if he deliberately spent so many professors, but after working together for many years, he knew this junior too well.

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"Go or not?"

In Lupine's office, he kept walking in circles, unable to make up his mind.

Just when something unusual happened in the castle, Dumbledore's Patronus came over and told him not to act rashly and to make a decision based on where Sirius was going.

Just now, the second Patronus came with a message. It informed Lupine that the place Sirius was going to was the school hospital.

And this means that in the situations that Dumbledore listed to him some time ago, the possibility of Peter deceiving everyone is becoming more and more likely.

However, in the end he couldn't hold it back, shook his head, raised his wand and ran quickly towards the school hospital.

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"Hiss...Zira"

There was a sound like a hot knife cutting butter, and then the magic used to lock the door was destroyed.

In the empty campus hospital, there was suddenly the sound of the door being kicked open, followed immediately by the sound of the door hitting the wall.

"Zhizhi~!"

"Squeak~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!"

The sounds of bandages being pulled, the bed being kicked, the friction between sheets and body, and teeth clashing all mixed together, and the silent ward was suddenly in chaos.

"you!"

Peter, who was lying on the bed, felt that he couldn't even control his hands and feet, but his huge desire to survive still made him pull his body backwards.

The fixed bed made a rattling sound, but it didn't move at all.

"Long time no see, Wormtail."

Sirius even laughed. He felt like someone was playing a drum in his heart, boom! Boom! Boom~! ! ! ! !

"Long time no see, Banban, that's what they call you, right?"

The long knife stabbed hard and was pulled out. Amidst the fierce screams, a liquid spurted out.

"Don't worry, Wormtail..."

Although there was an urge to vomit in my heart, that feeling was suppressed instantly. The blood sprayed from my thighs was much cleaner than the rats in the wild.

"Please...not me...not me..."

"It's still the same as before, pretending to be pitiful, right, Peter?"

Blake's arms grabbed Peter's neck fiercely, dragging him from the bed to the ground like a dead dog.

"Look at me, look at me, Peter!"

The huge force on his neck made it difficult for Peter to breathe. He raised his head involuntarily and looked at the guy with messy beard and hair, whose eyes looked like a ball of fire.

His worst fear happened, this guy came out of Azkaban and found him.

"It's not me...it's not me..."

The sophistical voice came out, but it was severely deformed when it passed through the throat that was firmly stuck in the hand.

"Not you?"

The hand that was firmly holding his neck loosened a little, but the next moment, Peter's head was hit hard on the ground along with the person, and the muddy shoes stepped on it, a little harder than before.

"It's not you!"

He bent down and slammed his fist down, hitting his nose, causing blood to surge wildly.

"It's not you!"

Another punch, and after a crunching sound, tears mixed with snot and nosebleeds burst out. They were so wet that they couldn't be distinguished anymore.

"Being a rat, pretending to be dead, betraying James...how dare you, how dare you?"

After punching down, Sirius found that he couldn't exert any strength at all. Only then did he realize that his right hand had been scratched quite a bit.

Without any hesitation, he swung the knife with his left hand and cut off one of Peter's legs. Then he raised his head and looked directly out the window, pointing the knife directly there.

"Good evening, Sirius Black."

Outside the window, William, who had been coming for a long time but made no sound, had already raised his wand, "You found it too early..."

William didn't have any objection to him hitting him a few more times or even kicking his legs off again... As long as he didn't kill anyone, he could confront and deal with the matter, but Sirius, who found him, would never be careless and hit people again...

'The time for revenge is over...at least until everything is figured out...'

But the next moment, William, who was riding a broom in mid-air, couldn't take his hand to cover his mouth - his spell was split open by that ordinary-looking knife!

'How many good things are these purebloods hiding? ’

While complaining, a series of stun spells flew out and hit Sirius directly - anyway, judging from the drama just now, the other party would not have a good conversation with him at all.

"Snapped."

There was a slight noise, and Blake, who was busy resisting the spell, just realized something was wrong when his feet were tightly wrapped by flying bandages, and he lost his balance.

William, who gave up controlling the broom, quickly retracted his left hand and firmly controlled the broom. Then a burst of magic was added to control Sirius.

"Sorry, it's too difficult to use the transformation technique with your left hand, otherwise you should be more careful."

After expelling the knife and flying into the hospital, William fell off the old broom, and then looked kindly at the three-legged rat trying to escape across the room.

It ran away at a speed that was quite agile and not like a lame mouse, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

"Sorry, you shouldn't hide. If you were still a fool, I wouldn't let Mr. Black attack you," William shook his head, "But now, we have to find a good place to discuss what happened."

Another bandage flew up, tying it securely.

"Before that, we still have a few things to do..." William said as he stretched his head towards the window, his voice was loud and clear under the effect of the spell, "Students are causing trouble, and they are not allowed to enter the school without warning!"

The silver hummingbird quickly took shape, with brilliant light, leaving beautiful traces in the sky.

The next moment, the gray mist brought by the dementors dissipated and returned to its original position without any hesitation.