From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Professor, I want to know what happened to Harry?"

It was hard to imagine that this giant, who was four meters tall, would speak in such a coy tone.

Professor McGonagall raised her head and looked at Hagrid with surprised eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, and then answered:

"Okay, Hagrid, Albus don't let me talk nonsense. Potter broke the secrecy law and was warned. Then he was put under house arrest by his relatives. We are trying to figure out a solution."

Almost at the same time that Professor McGonagall finished speaking, William felt that something terrifying was happening in front of him. The giant in front of him seemed to be awakened by the tiger and became aggressive, which made him put his hand on the wand involuntarily.

"Let me handle it, Professor."

William could hear the suppressed anger in his voice.

"No, Hagrid, trust Albus, he has better ways to handle it."

Dumbledore's name calmed the giant back down.

He nodded heavily and walked toward the door in frustration. He only thought of William when he was about to go out.

"Professor William, thank you."

"Let's have a drink together?"

William liked this silly guy a little bit. Although this guy was impulsive and straight-tempered, his personality was too simple to be annoying.

"I have another bottle in my room, if you don't mind."

The two said goodbye to Professor McGonagall.

Not long after, William appeared in Hagrid's cabin again.

A bottle of wine that could be called a barrel was opened and put into two cups respectively. Hagrid emptied the barrel with a mumble, and then pushed the smaller cup to William.

"A successful inauguration for you!"

The two picked up the cups and took a swig.

"The black magic in school - well, okay, I have never understood it. Wizards learn self-defense magic. This is probably the case. The professor of this course is very dangerous."

"Dumbledore told me before I joined the company, but there was nothing I could do. I was still in Azkaban at the time. No matter how dangerous it is, it's better than that hellish place."

William told a lie against his will.

"Azkaban?"

"Azkaban, I was in the black market potion business, but I messed up two orders and the market was out of stock, so I had to follow the smuggling team to the Far East to make up for the losses while looking for the materials I destroyed."

William took a sip of wine and added:

"As a result, Fudge took over the new administration and caught the smugglers very hard, so I went in."

"That's really unfortunate, but it would be nice to come out."

Hagrid said nonchalantly - obviously smuggling was nothing to him.

"Yeah, that ghost place has everything. The most terrible thing is a group of dementors, looking at you coldly, as if you were looking at food."

William shuddered and grabbed the wand with the hand that wasn't holding the glass.

Such an encounter was bad enough. He read desperately and studied magic just to avoid such a helpless situation from happening again - next time, he would never let himself fall into that helpless situation again.

"Dementors are the least cute magical creatures! Those guys can't communicate well at all!"

Hagrid knocked on the table hard, and there was anger and fear in his eyes - maybe it was William's illusion.

"I tried raising dementors, but it was almost a disaster."

Hagrid made William stand in awe with just one sentence--does anyone really dare to keep those rotten-smelling guys as pets?

"Here's to you, I raised that guy for you!"

Hagrid took a big drink and said with frustration and fear;

"If Albus hadn't rushed over, I don't know what would have happened. The half-sized Dementor attacked me and made half of the Forbidden Forest lifeless. I almost thought I was going to die there. It Even wanted to give me a dementor's kiss—"

…

William was extremely impressed.

The word "Forbidden Forest" was truly worthy of its name. He felt that it was not surprising that Hagrid kept a dragon in it.

Raising dementors is even more disgusting than raising mosquitoes. If such creatures could be raised, nothing would be impossible in the Forbidden Forest.

"That bastard reminded me of all the bad things that happened in one day. I can't even imagine the hell Azkaban was."

The two drank another drink facing each other.

"I don't know how Harry is doing now, and how Dumbledore will rescue him."

Hagrid asked quietly, but he quickly answered himself.

"Dumbledore will definitely be fine. There is no difficulty that can stump Dumbledore."

"Those Muggles, they abused Harry all day long. You don't know how thin Harry was when I saw him a year ago!"

Hagrid took a big sip, then put the glass on the table and started to turn around to look for something.

William was stunned for a moment, then took out his wand and lightly touched the wine glass.

The mantra is simple and practical, a favorite of drunkards - although there are various restrictions, these restrictions are not difficult in the face of heavy drinking.

"Oh, thank you."

Hagrid put the umbrella he had just found back, then picked up the cup and took another sip.

One was talking and the other was listening, and the time quickly passed for an hour as they drank and drank.

William was also a little drunk at this time.

Fortunately, the person opposite was even more drunk.

"I'm telling you, Hagrid, when I open my eyes, it's Azkaban. Do you know that kind of despair?"

"Understood." Hagrid's tongue bulged.

"This cell is full of scum. The group of dementors outside are more annoying than mosquitoes. Their eyes look like they want to eat people. They look at you as if they are eating food every day. Every day they make you relive the unhappy things in your mind. Come once."

"Uh-huh."

"That's it, you have to rack your brains to make up stories, otherwise you have to sleep next to the toilet, where you can't see the sun all day long, and you have to wash the floor, clean the toilet, do laundry, and all the dirty work. "

"I could have just ate and waited to die, but when I took the exam, I - hiccuped."

William kept his mouth shut in time, and Hagrid on the other side couldn't say anything else except hmm.

Not even for drunkards.

William laughed at himself, drank another glass of wine, and at the same time filled Hagrid with magic.

If you get drunk today, you can probably manage it for three months?

After that, you have to continue to study magic to improve yourself - otherwise you won't even dare to get drunk casually.

With this thought, William lay directly on the table.

…

When he woke up again, it was almost dusk. Hagrid had already woken up, but he was not much better than William - his wine glass was bigger, and he drank at least seven or eight times more wine.

Rubbing his face, William said goodbye to Hagrid - Hagrid sent William back to Hogsmeade Village, and then returned to Hogwarts drunkenly, waving his hands.

"Ah -" William stretched, ready to get rid of the last trace of alcohol before going back.

The system belatedly sent a prompt.