From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It's really...an unforeseen disaster..."

After finally sending away the overly enthusiastic leader of the striker team, William found a tree and transformed himself into a chair.

He made it clear that he would not pursue the chase, nor would he tell anyone about the incident. The captain just didn't believe it, so he threatened to stuff him with some precious herbs that were impounded in the warehouse.

Even if he agreed to have a meal with the minister, it would be a heinous crime if he didn't accept it...

To be honest, he really had no intention of pursuing this matter - after briefly talking to Dumbledore, he knew that this matter was brought to light partly because of Mad-Eye and partly because of his own oversensitivity. caused.

As for the batters, let's just say... they caught up... and don't have command yet...

Besides, what happened this time was not a bad thing. Although the chase brought him a lot of trouble, it was a gain to take this opportunity to test the authenticity of Mad Eye. It became natural to test this sign again.

He had been thinking about how to find an excuse to investigate. After all, the other party was a senior Auror. He really couldn't pour the invisible potion on someone without a reason - attacking a colleague for no reason was not a good comment, but he could I don't want to take the blame.

Now I have an excuse to come to my door. By the way, I can take this opportunity to investigate other colleagues. It is best to find ways to squeeze the old Auror, and then together we can promote the situation of using the Apparition Waterfall to check everyone.

This is not something too difficult. When he was in Azkaban, William had heard about the old Auror's excessive caution. I'm afraid he could settle the matter with a little advice - as an excuse, Just because the Triwizard Tournament is about to be held, in order to ensure absolute safety, we have to use such procedures.

However, this matter is not urgent for the time being. You can report it to Dumbledore and proceed. William believes that this is not too difficult.

'Treat bad things as good things...'

He shook his head and took out another chocolate frog from his pocket.

'By the way, this chase is surprisingly good... at least I don't feel guilty at all about eating chocolate frogs. I'm so hungry these days...'

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"Albus, he's too young."

Moody complained incoherently, but both knew exactly what he was referring to.

As an old Auror who retired with all his glory, no one would question Moody's professional standards when he returned to work as a professor. Although the Ministry of Magic did not award him the Order of Merlin, the entire magical world knew about this old Auror. How high the level is.

Therefore, this makes the conflict more intense - it is incredible for an Auror who retired with honor to serve as a subordinate to a professor who looks like a student.

Although within the school, the director of the subject office does not have any direct management authority over the professors. For example, when Dumbledore was the director of the office of Transfiguration, although Professor McGonagall came in as the professor of Transfiguration, the two did not have direct control. The relationship between superior and subordinate—even so, this matter is still a bit outrageous.

"Have you had any lessons, Alastor?"

"I've been there, and I've brought out several outstanding Aurors."

Moody raised his head proudly. There were not many people in the world who could do such a thing as showing off, but the one in front of him was one - he was the kind of person who would only mention himself when facing someone he admired. A person who is proud of something.

"That's the outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, Aratos."

Dumbledore said kindly, then turned his head and asked in a half-joking tone:

"If I ask you to be the office director, can you guarantee that all fifth graders next year will pass the OWLs exam?"

Although I really want to answer yes, my self-esteem does not allow it, "I can't do things like giving students a lot of questions every three days."

"That's right."

Dumbledore smiled, "Don't think it's easy to be a professor at Hogwarts. Voldemort applied for a job once when I was not the principal, and once when I was the principal. I rejected him without hesitation - Just by becoming a professor, you have completely surpassed him."

"You sure know how to joke, Albus."

Moody muttered, but his expression looked useful - such a comment would have a completely different meaning in Dumbledore's hands.

"He is quite a good player. Now I can understand his achievements in teaching."

"Defense - well, self-defense, the name is really hard to pronounce," Mad-Eye shook his head, "A guy with a set in hand, the theory is not much different, the Auror training has not seen such a thing for a long time. An excellent student.”

"If we don't work hard to improve the standards of our students, the Auror legacy will be cut off..."

Moody said irrelevant words, and then came to a strange conclusion, "It seems that I still need to go to Hogwarts to teach those children what true self-defense is."

"That Professor William may be a little stronger than me in theory, but in fact, if you don't come, Albus, I will definitely catch him."

"Of course you're a professional, Alastor."

Dumbledore nodded, with a proud smile on his face, "So, is this what we've settled on?"

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'That Professor William is surprisingly easy to talk to...'

The striker's squad leader found his untied colleague and assembled the team again.

"Okay, our mission is accomplished!"

He said easily to his companions.

"Is this done?"

"Otherwise, what do you want to do? Apply for a duel with Dumbledore?"

He looked at his team members and joked happily.

Although they paid for some precious herbs that were confiscated during the smuggling, the other party accepted it and it meant that the matter was over - otherwise they would not have received anything too obvious if they had said something about the striker while having dinner with the minister. Punishment, but it will be difficult to lead a team in the future, let alone get promoted.

There is no process required, only the result - they found the person, sent the invitation letter, and then confirmed that the professor will attend the appointment. Isn't this task completed?

The rest of the things are nothing.

"Don't... I'm tired from running this time... That professor's escape level is completely below his teaching ability - I bet that the newcomers behind him must be of high quality."

"Pull them down. Can't the best ones be selected by Aurors? The rest of the Auror selections will have to be selected by multinational companies such as Gringotts. After all, it's our turn. How high can the quality be? go?"

"that is…"

"If there had been such a good professor back then, maybe I could have joined the Aurors. Why would I have to run around catching smugglers? After all these years, I would still be under the command of the Aurors?"

"Pull him down, your transformation skills are not good enough - let alone defense skills."

"The defense technique has been renamed a long time ago..."

…

A group of beaters are here, chatting and spanking happily - it's good that the task is completed, and it's not in vain for them to live in the open for so many days.

Dumbledore has come over, and this matter can be regarded as a legend. Unfortunately, it is difficult to publicize the work, otherwise it will be bragging rights later. When I was at the most dangerous time in my mission, Dumbledore stepped forward. And once the problem was solved, he was standing in front of me!

"Then again, this professor doesn't look very big... Which college is he from?"

"You have to ask? He must be a Gryffindor who can run so well. He practiced hiding from Filch when he was in school."

"Pull it down, it must be us Ravenclaws who can hide so well. We think about problems the most comprehensively, and hiding ourselves is no exception."

"I think it's more likely that it's us Hufflepuff students. Only we will not neglect our own cooking when we escape - not to mention that Mr. Moody has said that he carries a lot of delicious food with him. .”

"Um, don't you read the newspaper? I don't know where the rumor is that Professor William was originally in Azkaban, or was brought out by Dumbledore... But it's said, I'm not sure. .”

"No way? Could it be that he was born in Slytherin?"

The beaters said in unison, and then laughed - this kind of joke is really popular when there are no Slytherin students around.

"Eh? Speaking of which, if that rumor is true, then, how do you think the professor got in?"

A batter suddenly thought of this and then raised his doubts.

"They should have been caught..."

"Nonsense, there are still people who voluntarily enter that hellish place in Azkaban?"

"Then maybe it was the Auror who caught him. Judging from Professor William's posture, I couldn't catch him anyway."

"No, I couldn't find any clues on the road. If it hadn't been for Mr. Moody's guidance, I would have lost it long ago."

"Me too, really, I can't see anything..."

"Go back and ask? Anyway, we can connect with Azkaban."

"No, we finally settled the matter. If we find anything out of random investigation, this work will be in vain."

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"How many days until then?"

"A long time...Dark Lord Lord..."

"School should be starting in Ilvermorny when we go there, right?"

"It should be so, Lord Dark Lord..."

"Are there no other wizards on board?"

"We checked again three days ago. There is no wizard. There is not even dragon dung here..."

"Dong dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door, "Miss Bertha, the guest in cabin No. 17..."

The sailor came over with a well-packaged bottle of wine.

"unnecessary!"

…

After closing the door, Bertha began to prepare the potion again - she had brought a lot of ingredients for the potion with relevant uses, and she would take the time to prepare it after she Apparated.

In order to protect his own purity, Tom always ignored this, but today he suddenly wanted to ask.

"Don't you have any other potion ingredients?"

"Also... this beauty-preserving thing, this hydrating thing... Lord Dark Lord, what do you think is the black magic that the witch in the Ilvermorny story used to maintain youth and life forever?"

Bertha suddenly remembered the book that had been read more than thirty times, and she had a deep memory of it.

…

Gormlaith Gaunt, this is the so-called witch recorded in the data. In order to become immortal, she filled her blood with black magic, but this clumsy technique allowed a magic arrow to destroy it. Lost.

Tom only felt that the other party had not gone far enough, but he never thought that his own Death Eaters would view the problem this way. For some reason, he was a little tired before he did anything today...

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"Do you want to bring this too?"

Sirius held the telescope and waved it at Harry from a distance.

"I bring it with me to any game introduced by Muggles."

Harry replied excitedly - he had wanted to try it for a long time, but had never had the chance. Dudley did, but Harry would never be able to touch his telescope.

"I seem to remember that there was a better one - but it was so long ago that I can't remember it clearly."

Sirius stuffed the telescope into his luggage and said, "Hurry up, Moony!"

"The students will be nervous when they see me," Lupine hesitantly tried on the clothes. "You know, they would have had a lot of fun in that situation."

"Which Gryffindor is afraid of the professor?"

Sirius asked exaggeratedly, and then quickly added, "Of course, not counting Professor McGonagall, she is the Headmaster."

"That's right..." Lupine still hesitantly tried on his inappropriate Muggle clothes. Harry went over to help him whisper his opinions and then choose something more suitable.

"There are so many wizards watching the game, so you can rest assured! Besides, we are in the box, so not a few students will see it!"

Sirius urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, you have to change into Muggle clothes. The school has coordinated with the Ministry of Magic. Someone will be there to help us when we get there."

They have their own camp, and the beaters and Aurors will also camp nearby. The Aurors also want to watch the game.

Theoretically, unless Dumbledore also found a camp, that was the safest place in the entire UK.

"I know, Padfoot, you are like a nagging aunt now..."

Lupine mocked mercilessly.

There was nothing he could do about it. In order to take care of Harry, Sirius had not officially left work at Privet Drive for almost two months. He had already suppressed some problems.

After glaring at Lupin, Sirius looked at Harry, "How are you preparing?"

"Hermione is still packing her books in her room and Ron said he would meet us at camp."

The invitation was sent out, but there was something wrong with Ron's family (Harry suspected that Ron was afraid of staying with Professor Lupin, after all, he said in his letter that Hermione would be very happy to pester Lupine to ask questions) This and that...), so only Hermione came here to stay for a few days very happily.

However, Harry seriously suspected that Hermione was not here to watch the game, but to make up for Lupine's lessons during the holidays - the number of books she read these days made Harry a little scared...

"There are still two hours, hurry up and pack up."

Sirius rubbed his head and continued to urge.

He was really exhausted during the summer vacation and couldn't wait to take Harry to watch the game.