From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"So, what you're saying is - that I urge Sirius Black to get married?"

Although I don’t know how many previous principals said that one was the glory of pure blood, and the other was the glory of the Black family, but because of the persuasive power of three thousand galleons, William completed it patiently. solved this puzzle.

"Although you are biased about inheriting Black's glory, it's not too far off."

The portrait of the old principal said in a tone that sounded very cunning.

‘What’s the deviation! It’s the urge to get married from our ancestors! ’

William rolled his eyes covertly - what did Sirius do after returning to his hometown to make his great-great-grandfather look for a matchmaker at Hogwarts!

"I'm afraid I'm not qualified," William thought for a moment and then declined in a tactful tone. "Mr. Sirius and I only have some interactions with each other on some matters. It's obviously not convenient for me to give opinions on such matters."

The most taboo thing in life and work is to talk lightly and talk deeply. Maybe Lupine can joke with Sirius on this matter. His relationship with Sirius is not that good.

In order to make his words more convincing, he backhandedly sold Professor McGonagall.

"If you ask me, Principal Black, Professor McGonagall is the best candidate. She is Sirius's old professor, and Sirius still...well, respects her opinions very much."

This was a bit modest to say, but the two parties involved probably didn't mind.

"Minerva can't do it," the old principal in the portrait shook her head. "She can't do it. She is the Head of Gryffindor. I know all the Gryffindor students. When the Headmaster talks, they all talk quietly to Pu As soon as the dean left, hehe... they were all making noise like Peeves! Everything the dean said was wiped out as they got excited, as if they were under a forgetting curse! "

If someone else had made such comments about the school's students, William would have taken out his wand to defend the school's honor. However, this was the old principal in front of him... so he had no choice but to continue pushing out the people who topped the cylinder.

"Professor Luping is also more suitable than me. Professor Luping is Sirius's best friend. He should listen to his friend's advice, right?"

"Lupin?"

The old headmaster Hua shook his head several times before speaking, "Lupine himself is not even married, so he is going to persuade Sirius?"

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Forehead…

"It's not my turn. You should know that few people can accept the persuasion of people younger than themselves." William looked at the portrait helplessly, "I even have to rely on test papers to shock students. Until now, I am relying on my previous reputation, do you think I am suitable?"

"It's okay, Professor William. I overheard their conversation. Sirius still admires you very much...don't think of him as an adult. He is no better than a newly graduated student." Principal Black's portrait shook. He shook his head and said, "The average middle-aged man will happily play adventure games with ungraduated students in his hometown?"

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! ! !

Playing adventure games?

William suddenly had a picture in his mind. Two wizards, one big and one small, were lying in the old house of the Black family, looking for magic props that were covered in dust. After discovering a mysterious box, the two cheered together...

This really doesn't seem like something an adult wizard should do - but it seems particularly appropriate for Sirius.

"Then I'm not suitable..." William spread his hands, "I'm still single at the moment. Mr. Principal, the school is busy with business affairs. Even if I wanted to introduce him to Sirius, I don't know a suitable candidate."

"Squeak~"

The door was opened, and the portrait of Principal Black suddenly stopped talking and looked at the door.

"Ah, this door needs lubrication, Minerva."

Dumbledore said as he touched the door with his hand.

"Perhaps it's because there are so few visitors, Albus."

Professor McGonagall ruthlessly pointed out that this might be caused by a certain principal fishing too much.

"Ah, Professor William," Dumbledore quickly changed the subject, "Occasionally communicating with our ancestors is actually a good way to find new ideas - Phineas, how was your chat?"

Phineas?

This is what Principal Black calls this?

"It's not bad. Even in the era when I was here, he was a pretty good professor - to be honest, although traditional wizard education always has some inconveniences, the probability of cultivating outstanding talents is indeed high. Out a lot.”

"But the number of students who can receive education may only be a fraction of what it is now."

Dumbledore retorted from another aspect, and then looked at William, "Your new contract method is good, Professor William."

There are specialties in the art industry. After all, those guys are studying contract fraud...

To be honest, William really felt that Harry should pay for his previous adoption. If he had a darker heart, Mr. Dursley's house might have to be renamed - the patterns, decorations, fonts and even the parchment itself. It's easy to do anything...

Of course, after all is done, he can basically return to Azkaban and take up the job of the Ministry of Magic.

"As long as it works, after all, we need to let Harry stay at the Dursley's until he reaches adulthood. To be honest, if there is no Sirius, it will not be an easy task." William shook his head, "I believe that if it was still in the Middle Ages , I might be able to wait until the person who wants to hang me up and burn me to death, that Mr. Dursley is an absolute anti-wizard."

"It's entirely possible, my dear professor," Dumbledore joked, then reached for the drawer out of habit.

But at the next moment, he decisively stopped his hand and pretended as if nothing happened. "It's getting late, Professor William. You've worked hard all the way here. Go get some rest early."

‘One corner of the basket of sweets is exposed! ’

‘I asked why there are no snacks on the table! The principal is digging! ’

William cursed and said goodbye, turned around and left.

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"How was the chat, Phineas?"

After approving and signing the pile of documents brought over by Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore finally sat at the table, rested for a while and looked at the picture on the wall.

"He's reluctant, Albus."

Phineas Nigellus Black shook his head, "His desire for control is not strong. It is not as exaggerated as you and Minerva said."

"It's you, Albus, do you really plan to share that prophecy with such a young wizard?"

"I'm not sure yet," Dumbledore glanced at the diary floating on the table, his eyes showing rare uncertainty, "Professor William is trustworthy, but I'm not sure whether he can bear the secret of this prophecy. .”

"Sibyl has made a new prophecy, but I haven't solved the mystery yet."

"He is better at curses than my opponent. I am not sure what he has left curses on, so I have to confirm again and again before I can choose to share the truth."

Dumbledore stroked the diary with his hand, "It would be great if it was intact. Tom has used a lot of protection to protect his memory - our professor is always too good in unnecessary places."

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"It's better to be comfortable in your own office."

In the office, William stretched out comfortably - Sirius's hospitality was actually very good. Although he didn't learn to cook until William left, he was still very attentive to the details of his life.

But that was Sirius's home, Harry's home, and it had nothing to do with him.

Lying on the bed, he recalled the conversation he had just had with the former principal.

‘It’s really… something that makes people don’t know how to make a choice. ’

As a professor, William spent most of his efforts to become a qualified professor in school.

Teach students knowledge, remind them what they should and should not do, and warn them where they should not behave inappropriately - to be honest, although he has the idea of ​​retaining his professorship and continuing to use various resources of Hogwarts, but He is already conscientious enough towards his students.

But even so, some of the students who graduated last year have already entered Azkaban.

As the only wizarding school in the UK, Hogwarts is both lucky and unfortunate.

Except for a very few like William, the rest of the little wizards who were not selected are almost destined to be insulated from the magical world.

Therefore, it is not surprising that all the wizards in Azkaban are from Hogwarts. After all, Hogwarts must recruit all those who want to become wizards, otherwise it would be too cruel.

Therefore, William had almost no control over students' graduation. Even the twins he was quite optimistic about, when he suspected that the two were trying to cook a love potion on campus, he almost applied for expulsion from the school.

Although no of William's own students have gone to Azkaban so far, there is no doubt that such a thing will happen sooner or later.

‘Obviously I treat students like this, why does the old principal still act like I will definitely intervene in this matter? ’

‘Is it because there are too many test papers, giving them the illusion? ’

'Feng Ping was killed...'

William shook his head helplessly, "I don't know how I am evaluated inside and outside the school. It's obviously just a test paper to ensure grades. Why, in their eyes, I seem to want to take a student from enrollment to burial..."

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"Ah sneeze!"

In the lounge, the twins who were checking each other's papers sneezed together.

"you caught a cold?"

They looked up, read the question in each other's eyes, and quickly got the answer.

"Damn it...the weather is sometimes cold and sometimes hot - you got three questions wrong."

"You too - we obviously have different mistakes, but how on earth do we make the same mistakes?"

After thinking for a long time, George came up with a conjecture:

"Maybe it's because our backgrounds are almost the same and we're studying separately..."

"I want to strangle myself from last year, George." Fred shook his head. "Why are magic so closely related? I just want to try a new potion that can help me in more than three subjects." Found relevant information…”

"I think at that time I probably wanted to strangle myself to death now," George agreed listlessly, "Inventing this kind of thing that frees our minds, we all have to look up information carefully to see the possibility of its success and the precautions. …”

"Isn't it the fault of the professor? He tells us stories every day about people who blew themselves up during experiments...where did he come from?"

"Shhh... keep it down."

George winked at his brother, because at this moment a sad-looking man came into the lounge.

Their theoretically familiar friend - Hermione Granger.

Why theoretically?

Because this friend is so over the top and literally everywhere.

The fifth grade is the OWLs year, and the assignments from various professors are distributed in large quantities without any money or time.

The two of them finally completed all the tasks and were about to find a place to relive the happy times of past adventures. This theoretical friend would appear there sneakily.

If she hadn't been Harry's friend, the twins would have given her a nickname like "Informer" - otherwise she would be such a bully, and would only take an occasional look at others to spy on her, but this girl simply wanted to monitor her from beginning to end!

What's even more outrageous is that she seems to have mastered some new secret passage. Often when the two of them see her, they leave in disappointment and go somewhere else, only to see this guy waiting there in advance!

This is simply an act of provocation!

If Professor William hadn't taken care of the third graders, both of them would have suspected that the professor had given Hermione their Marauder's Map and asked her to help monitor it!

"That's it. I think because of her constant surveillance, I can get one more certificate in this exam."

When Hermione walked over, Fred complained.

"I think so - she's almost a female version of Percy!"

The two scratched their heads and complained.

"Percy seems to be getting better now. Many people are saying that Percy has changed a lot, but Hermione - they are all saying that her temper is getting weirder and weirder."

"I hope she can become sensible like Percy soon...If this continues, I will go crazy."

"I don't think so...and haven't you noticed that she's been very lazy these days? I guess I just plan to take a break and have a good rest, and then I'll keep an eye on us when school starts!"

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"Why is school starting again?"

Hermione walked through the lounge hall in a panic, heading towards her dormitory.

This was the first time she had complained about the start of school, and during this Easter holiday, she even suspected that the converter was given to her just to change her mind.

The vacation was of course very satisfying - after a long period of high-pressure study, the short period of relaxation left her with no desire to study.

During this period, the person who made her most uncomfortable was the twins who turned out to be troublemakers.

During most of the holiday, she could see the two of them staring at the exercises.

Even if she forced herself not to look or think, or to have a good rest, she couldn't do it.

Everyone knows that they are the two most naughty students in fifth grade, but now, while the twins are seriously reviewing the questions, she is taking a rest!

'I hope they read those funny books...'

When passing by the two of them, she couldn't help but glance at them, and she became even more nervous - why, school is about to start, and you two are still doing questions?

Don't you need to rest?