From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice, William subconsciously wanted to hide the parchment.

But before he could even start, he realized one thing - judging from Selma's classmate's account, this matter couldn't be hidden, even for the time being.

He could only stare fiercely at the twins, hoping that these two guys would get out of here quickly.

Since Peeves had spread the new questionnaire, there was no reason for Professor McGonagall not to know about it.

Don't these two idiots know who is the most suspect in the entire Hogwarts? If I open the door and see you two, it will really be like yellow mud falling into my crotch, which is hard to explain.

Especially these two idiots were so frightened by this new form that their faces turned pale, as if they were just asking for it.

But the brothers were completely unaware of the awkwardness of their position at the moment. The two of them froze over there, motionless.

'I tried my best, after all, you are also suspected...'

Seeing that the two of them didn't move, William had no choice but to respond loudly and walk towards the door, expecting to talk to Professor McGonagall at the door to delay a little time——

"Yes, I just finished my class here."

However, Professor McGonagall opened the door and came in with almost no hesitation - this was a classroom, not a professor's office. It was enough that he was not in class, and no other response was needed at all.

"Brother Weasley hasn't left yet..." Professor McGonagall opened the door and asked this question, and then he saw the two brothers standing on the podium with bloodless faces, staring at the parchment in a daze.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but William felt like he saw the floor shaking, as if it was coming to life.

When he quickly recovered from this suspected illusion, he found that his hand had already touched the wand.

'illusion? No, it's transfiguration? That so-called field of transfiguration? You can't even read it in normal transfiguration books, it's only introduced on the cards?

Or is it a special phenomenon caused by the leakage of magic power?

Or...'

Although he knew it was not the right time, William was still attracted by this phenomenon.

"It seems I'm very lucky," Professor McGonagall looked at the parchment and then at the two brothers, her tone as calm as ever, "Come out with me, Weasley."

The two red-haired children froze as if they were under a petrification curse, and then as if under an Imperius Curse, they followed Professor McGonagall out of the classroom dejectedly without saying a word.

"Wait, Professor McGonagall."

After the two followed them out, William woke up from the shock, and he followed them in a few trots. "It's not necessarily their fault. It still needs to be investigated."

Professor McGonagall stopped, looked at William running over, and then stared at the two brothers who looked like wooden stakes.

"You're right," Professor McGonagall's tone finally softened after a long while, "but I think they may know a little more than other students."

"I remember you still have classes, Professor William," Professor McGonagall quickly changed the subject, "I think classes are about to begin."

"Yes, Professor," William nodded, indicating that he would not intervene again - if it weren't for the two unlucky guys just now who were too afraid of causing an unjust, false and wrongful conviction, he would have been too lazy to care about this matter.

For students who are about to take the OWLs exam, it is too stupid to put all the effort and effort into making this kind of questionnaire. Even if the questionnaire the twins made was not his but Professor Snape's, it would not affect William's support of their being severely punished. .

'I don't know if they lied selectively...'

'But he shouldn't be that stupid...'

Thinking about this, William returned to his classroom.

"Hello, Professor."

"Hello, Professor."

He nodded in response and returned to the classroom against the scattered students. At this moment, the children from the other two colleges were already sitting in the classroom, waiting for the next class to begin.

However, judging from the way they communicated with each other and the smiles that should not appear on their faces during the extra class, it was obvious that the parchment handed over by Selma had been circulated throughout the school.

'Even if they didn't do it, it probably wouldn't be better...'

William shook his head - even if they were not responsible for Professor McGonagall's investigation, as the initiators, the punishment they would receive from Professor McGonagall would not be small.

But that has nothing to do with him, he has to go to class next.

If you can’t concentrate on making up classes on Saturday, then what classes should you make up for?

"Quiet, today we will consolidate what we learned this week and explain some test-taking tips."

He tapped the blackboard with his wand and let the chalk start working.

——

"Survived..."

In the empty classroom, Fred and George looked at each other as if they were exhausted, clearly reading the light called life and hope.

Although they were imprisoned for more than a month and had to copy the school rules a hundred times, they still survived.

What could be more satisfying than surviving?

"Sure enough, the scariest thing is..."

Fred sighed heavily, but before he could finish his words, he was slapped back by George who flew towards him.

Because the speed was too fast, the hand made a crisp snap after clearly pumping the air.

"Pooh…"

When George took his hand away, Fred spat and complained, "You're a wizard, use a wand next time!"

"You are a wizard, use your brain next time!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

For a long time, they stopped laughing wildly after the disaster, "The question is, which bastard is so courageous to do such a thing?"

"How do I know? You promised to catch the suspect within a month!"

"Will you feel better if I'm caught?" Fred glanced at George, "Do you think Professor McGonagall knows who is Fred and who is George? Will she only settle accounts with one person?"

Silence, still silence, the two looked at each other and ended the mutual trap with a tacit understanding.

"They must be in seventh grade, they are the only ones with the courage!"

The seventh graders are much more courageous than ordinary Gryffindors because they are about to graduate.

"That's not necessarily true. First-year students don't know Professor McGonagall yet. I think the possibility of them is very high!"

"It's no use guessing like this. We have to find Peeves to get the original copy - I believe he must have found it somewhere. He can't make up something so scary in his head."

George said categorically, "It will be much easier to investigate with the original document. I don't believe that guy can hide it so well!"

"We were actually tricked... We are the only ones in Hogwarts who can play pranks on others," Fred gritted his teeth. "If I can't catch him, I swear I'll spend all my time in the library reviewing before the exam!"

"Come on..." George exposed him ruthlessly, "You are just afraid that you can't find someone, and then you want to avoid the professor's subsequent punishment!"

"are you going?"

"go."

ps: I finally wrote a version that can be read.

By the way, at ten o'clock I had written three thousand words, and I felt great. Then at eleven o'clock I had only one thousand words left.

Then I thought that one chapter was also one chapter, so at twelve o'clock it was three hundred words short.

No need to send a single chapter...it's just a little later...

With this in mind...the time has come...

I was so sleepy that I fell asleep.

Also, there will be a fee for adding text, so I’ll leave it here... No one will read it...