From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"This thunderstorm weather... is not very friendly..."

In the stands, William complained to Adams on the right.

Although they had the help of umbrellas and magic to prevent them from getting wet, their vision was severely obscured by the rain.

"Well, I don't quite agree with that," Adams responded, raising his voice—the thunder was too loud.

"Fighting in all kinds of harsh weather is the essence of Quidditch!"

Before Adams could say the next words, Professor Taylor on the right had already finished adding. He smiled at Aphra who was sitting quietly in his arms, "You think so, Aphra?"

'Sure enough, I still can't understand the excitement of Quidditch...'

Facing the Quidditch fanatics on both sides, William could only add magic to himself in order to see the game more clearly.

"Yeah...great George! Nice shot..."

The commentator's voice was muffled by the rain, making watching the game even more difficult.

'I should have perfected those two paintings instead of watching the game here...' William thought while trying to identify the seekers on both sides.

This was not difficult - the wind and rain were too strong, and the weak bodies of the two third-year seekers could not hold down the brooms. They flew very high, but it was extremely difficult to control their balance.

But even so, the two people were still fighting each other, flying with extremely dangerous skills - even William now would not be able to try to perform such an action at such a fast speed.

What's even worse is that not only did they have no intention of stopping, but they started to speed up.

‘Snitch? ’

William stared at the direction they were chasing in confusion. After a long time, he finally found the extremely dim golden light in the rain curtain.

Yes, it was a snitch, and the two discovered the snitch.

Harry was a step faster, but his broom speed was lagging behind a bit. William stared at the snitch firmly and began to predict - if nothing else happened, Harry should be half a hand faster...

"sky!"

William stood up in surprise, but at this moment he had to admit that people's reaction speed is limited - a huge lightning fell from the sky, hitting Harry directly at a speed that no one could react, and then Following closely behind Harry was Malfoy, the Slytherin Seeker who was almost right next to him.

With a quick wave of the wand, the magic spell opened the rain curtain and directed it towards the two people who were concentrated.

In mid-air, the speed of the two people who were hit by lightning was slowed down by the magic spell, and they fell smoothly towards the ground. William didn't even go through the passage, cast a spell on his legs, and ejected directly from the stands into the air, and then quickly headed towards Falling to the ground.

'Click...'

There was an obvious sound of bone dislocation, and the severe pain came immediately after a brief pause.

'It hurts... If you use this immature idea again, I won't eat chocolate for a week! ’

He casually cast a spell on his legs to solve the problem. William dragged one leg and limped towards the direction where the two landed. Although it was a bit arrogant to say this, he firmly believed that the person who could get over in the first place would , his first aid is the best.

After all, it was some distance away. Mrs. Huo Qi, who was present, had parked her broom over there, but obviously she had not encountered such outrageous things. She just anxiously took out the commonly used wound medicine from the bag and quickly selected it.

William didn't call her to stop him. He fumbled for the last life-saving medicine from his pocket and checked it anxiously with his wand.

'Fortunately...it's not the most dangerous time...'

Both of them were alive. Although they were struck by lightning, they did not resort to the last resort.

"Professor..." Mrs. Huo Qi, who was closest to William, was the only one who saw the contents of the bottle. Even when two students were seriously injured, she was still frightened - "That's..."

"Shh..." William put back the small bottle, took out the new potion and gestured with his wand, and then carefully used magic to pry open their mouths. The potion in the bottle was divided into two, and he quickly filled it. Got in.

'Let me think about it...what else should be added to a lightning strike...a burn...a potion to repair internal organs? ’

Of course, it is impossible for a wizard to develop a magic potion for the unlikely lightning strike, so William can only mix potions based on his two sets of knowledge systems - as for dose deviations, it is acceptable, after all, follow-up treatment can be done .

Professor Lockhart was an accident - who can cure him if he and Snape's Veritaserum are given together...

Just as William was calculating the amount of the fourth potion, Professor Snape hurriedly ran down from the stands. He ran over nervously and stood beside him, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back. There is no requirement to take over treatment.

But when William took out the potion in a small crystal bottle and prepared to drink it separately for the two of them again, he finally spoke.

"The amount is too much, one-seventh less. The potion you use to treat burns will conflict with this recovery potion."

'Without your students, you wouldn't be able to contribute, right...'

William cursed, but still reduced the dosage - the potion master who could recognize the potion from the empty bottle was absolutely trustworthy in these aspects.

With the help of Snape who was reluctant to provide it because he had his own students, the seven potions were taken much faster than William thought. After finishing everything, he stood up, and then his body shook uncontrollably.

'Hiss...it hurts...'

Trying not to cry out, William secretly used healing magic on himself - if he was escaping, he had a paralysis magic that forced him to ignore the pain of the wound, but it was too painful afterwards, so forget it now.

"Harry and the others are they okay?"

Professor McGonagall asked, slightly out of breath.

"It's okay. It's just that if you take too much potion at one time, you will vomit for a few days - but you will get used to it after vomiting."

William put his weight on the other foot, forced a smile and answered, then froze there, his weight shifted, and he almost shouted.

There was no other way. On Professor McGonagall's right hand side, a big black dog was tightly restrained. There were signs of struggle before, but now it has completely given up and is enjoying its fate peacefully.

Although I haven't observed it carefully, judging from the slightly less hairy head, it should be Sirius's Animagus - after all, Sirius is slightly famous for being forcibly shaved by Madam Pomfrey because his hair was too dirty. …

In order not to appear embarrassed, William could only pretend that he didn't recognize anything.

"It was just a snitch... struck by lightning..." He continued the topic a little stiffly, "Quidditch..."

"This is where his charm lies..." Professor McGonagall realized halfway through that her stance was not quite correct. She turned to look at the other students who were surrounding her, "Okay, don't stand in the way here. Potter and Malfoy are both here." If you need to go to the hospital, you stay here and wait for Mrs. Huo Qi to announce the score."

She easily conjured up two stretchers, placed the two injured Seekers on them, and personally escorted them to the hospital.

Professor Snape followed him almost without thinking - it seemed that he really admired the Malfoy child.

"William, don't you go over?"

Adams also squeezed through the crowd. He patted William's shoulder and said, "It's so amazing. He fell from the stands to the field in one fell swoop."

'hiss…'

The change in weight pressed against the leg, and it began to declare itself a casualty.

William tried his best to keep his smile unchanged, "The first aid I can do has been completed, and the treatment will be left to professionals - the injury has been stabilized, and I am a professional..."

"Well, in terms of first aid, I'm afraid Professor Snape has to admit it."

Adams rarely agreed, but it would be better if there was no prefix.

William patted Adams unceremoniously, then changed his center of gravity and smeared the mud on Adams' robe.

Yeah, a little childish, but very comfortable.

——

"it hurts…"

Harry opened his eyes, feeling every part of his body protest.

He tried to remember - what happened to me? what happened? what did I do?

However, before the question could be answered, there were cheers all around.

"He's awake, he's awake!"

Everyone in the Gryffindor team gathered around him with their bodies covered in mud, their faces full of undisguised happiness.

"Hmph!~"

A cold snort came, and then everyone looked in the direction of the snort.

The Slytherin players stood next to their tall captain with livid faces, looking at them maliciously.

'Why is Slytherin's here too? ’

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then quickly found the answer himself - yes, Malfoy was next to him.

This is the school hospital, so there is no doubt that Malfoy was also struck by lightning!

This discovery made him forget the pain for a while.

"Harry, would you like some water?"

Wood expressed concern awkwardly, but Harry felt that he didn't want to touch the water at all - maybe it was because he had been soaked in the rain for too long?

But why does my mouth smell weird?

But that wasn't important, he was more concerned about the snitch and the game - if memory served him right, he caught the snitch.

"How was the game?"

"We won. Not counting your 150 points, we were 160 points ahead."

Wood said proudly, and the Quidditch players around him were also full of pride - they were extremely proud of the achievements they had made by rolling around in mud and water through wind and rain.

"Wow!" Harry struggled to get up and hug Wood, but failed.

"snort!"

The Slytherin snort came again, but Harry just wanted to laugh, but every muscle in his face told him not to.

"Okay, be quiet!"

Madam Pomfrey appeared in time to stop the conflict that almost broke out.

"The Quidditch players are leaving, and the rest can stay."

She had obviously seen too many conflicts in the hospital, and she kicked out all the people who might cause trouble before anything happened.

"We'll celebrate together when you're discharged from hospital!"

The twins made lip syncs, and then were mercilessly kicked out before they could finish their words.

Hermione and Ron were left on Harry's side, and Goyle and Crabbe on Malfoy's side.

"By the way," Harry suddenly remembered something, "I remember you said about the game of being struck by lightning."

Ron understood immediately, and his eyes that were swollen from crying began to smile. After a little calculation, his tone became excited, "Of course, to be honest, according to the history of Quidditch, this should be no more than the third in the official game." Ten lightning strikes…”

"Can you guys stop talking about Quidditch?"

Hermione complained angrily, her eyes were horribly red, "We almost thought you were dead!"

"Okay..." Harry tried to change the subject, "My broom, have you seen it?"

"The protective spell on it was damaged by lightning... so your injuries were not serious when the professor rescued you..."

Ron explained in a low voice, "But I heard from George that Wood planned to use the remaining money to buy you a new Nimbus 2000. He always felt that you were the only one who didn't change the costume..."

No need for Ron to explain, Harry had already seen the remains of his broom - it was almost completely burnt, lying there quietly.

——

"It should be connected..."

William secretly drank another bottle of potion for himself, which stopped his limping state, but just when he was about to go back, the small trouble caused by the previous potion exposure appeared.

"It's good that you're still here, Professor William."

After announcing the end of the game, Mrs. Ho Qi found William almost immediately.

"Sorry...that..."

"Yes, that's it."

William confirmed this without much hesitation - yes, a small bottle of the most cursed healing medicine, unicorn blood.

In potions, this is an absolutely forbidden material, and once used, the finished product is cursed.

It can even make people immortal, but the price is a curse that no one can accept.

"It's better than dying on the spot. There is a way to solve the curse... After all, we have Dumbledore..."

This is a little biased, but there's nothing wrong with it - referring to the ideas in Dumbledore's experimental notes, William replaced the dragon's blood with this cursed blood.

As for moral guilt for this, there is no such thing. The book says that killing a unicorn is a crime, so the blood is cursed - but the blood was wanted by William and Hagrid, and there is no killing at all...

‘The curse is exactly the same as described in various books. ’

But there is no need to elaborate on this matter.

"Dumbledore...okay..."

Mrs. Huo Qi was convinced by the name after saying it once. ,

"Curse you are a professional, Professor William..."

She shook her head, "Maybe I'm too rigid, maybe I should prepare a small bottle... Flying lessons are too dangerous..."

"Please don't!" William suddenly became nervous, "Those curses are not a joke! I am in the experimental stage now! I would never use them if it weren't for special circumstances!"

"That's great, Professor William."

Mrs. Hooch laughed, and then leisurely left with her complete set of Quidditch equipment.

…

'Being cheated...'

William was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Okay...after all, it is a well-intentioned deception, and old age is still hotter."

He pushed aside a chocolate frog and looked at the picture as usual.

"It's Dumbledore again!"