From Azkaban To Hogwarts

It took almost no time for Professor McGonagall to follow Professor Snape into the corridor.

"Thank you for your hard work, Professor William."

She said coldly to William, but William could be sure that the feeling of these cold words was not directed at him.

Because at the next moment, William seemed to feel the air condensing together.

Professor McGonagall's lips were pursed tightly, and her eyes were like ice on the snow-capped mountains that had not melted for thousands of years.

"Potter, Weasley, you two, follow me."

The two frightened quails trembled and followed Professor McGonagall's pace. When the three figures disappeared into the aisle, William felt the air around him move.

‘Incredible. ’

William felt that it was definitely not just the reason for Professor McGonagall's anger. If his estimate was correct, the transfiguration master was almost at the level where he could deform surrounding objects at will and use them for offense or defense.

Although he had not seen any introduction in any related books, judging from the cards he had seen before, Dumbledore should have the ability to turn all the materials in the battle field into puppets.

William made a conjecture based on multiple books and his own memory. This ability is most likely to be achieved after magic can directly affect the surroundings without using spells.

So scary.

Just as he was making this comment, Professor Snape, who had disappeared at some point, appeared again, and this time he brought an even more terrifying existence - Dumbledore.

"Professor William, where did Minerva and the others go?"

"Go that way," William pointed to the aisle - he didn't know the way, so it would be nice to be able to point out the general direction.

Dumbledore nodded and hurried over with Snape. However, after taking a few steps, he found William standing still. Dumbledore turned his head and his expression became slightly better, "Professor William, you are also following. Come here, you have been there and know better.”

"Okay, Principal."

William inexplicably changed from a passerby to a client, and followed Dumbledore as he walked quickly through the corridors of the castle.

As the target location approached, William finally knew where they were going - Professor McGonagall's office.

Although he had been here before, he had never walked this road before.

Before Dumbledore knocked on the door, William heard Professor McGonagall's cold voice coming from the crack of the unclosed door.

"Why don't you send an owl to deliver the message to us? I believe you have an owl, right? Even if you don't do anything, the professor on the train will rush over to find you right away!"

Professor, you are going too far. As far as I know, no professor has chosen to take the Hogwarts Express except for me, who dare not take the risk of long-distance apparation and doesn't like Floo fans.

That thing is called an express, and it's a bit safer, but the actual speed is terribly slow. How can there be a professor on the car usually?

But this is obviously not suitable to say now.

The principal was still in front of him, his face was so cold that water was dripping from his face, and he had to look at the time - the recognized white wizard, he was still hydrated and angry.

However, even though he was so angry, Dumbledore still knocked on the office door.

"Please come in."

Professor McGonagall's oppressive voice sounded in the room.

Dumbledore led William and Snape into the room.

At this time, William noticed that besides Professor McGonagall and the two late students, there was a fourth person in the office - the little Gryffindor he had just brought over in the afternoon was lying on the table, writing with a quill. He was copying something, and even the three newcomers to the office showed no intention of stopping.

While William was looking around, Professor McGonagall had given up her position to Dumbledore.

The two students fell into despair almost as soon as Dumbledore's gaze came up. For a moment, the entire office was extremely silent, except for the slight sound of quills scratching parchment from the corner, and nothing else could be heard.

Finally, the principal took the initiative to break the silence.

"Please explain why you are doing this."

The sound was low, but extremely clear.

William even suspected that one of the two students was about to cry in the next second.

But no, a little boy's voice sounded.

The words were messy, and the story even had a disconnected world line, but after listening to most of it, William finally sorted out what happened there when he returned to King's Cross Station.

To put it simply, two junior students were extremely worried after being unable to get into the station. Finally, they got into a flying car for some unknown reason and decided to come to school this way to avoid delaying the school dinner. .

Judging from the ending of the story, the two people will most likely spend their opening dinner in Professor McGonagall's office - oh, by the way, their friends must be included.

Over there is Hermione copying the student holiday rules (which William just saw).

Now the question arises – where can I get a flying car?

William thought that would be cool, and much more stable than adding railings to a broomstick.

Just as William was watching the parchment being copied and replaced with a new one, the little boy who spoke finally stopped his description.

If William guessed correctly, this was the Harry Potter that Hagrid had been talking about for a long time.

But this was obviously not a good time to get to know others, and Dumbledore did not comment on this series of stories.

In the endless silence, the other little boy couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Let's go get something."

The voice was full of desperation.

"What are you talking about, Weasley?" shouted Professor McGonagall.

"We're fired, aren't we?"

The boy named Weasley responded.

"Not today, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore, "but I must make you understand the seriousness of your actions."

"Therefore, I will write a letter to your home tonight. At the same time, I must also warn you that if you behave like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you."

‘I don’t believe it, I know they will beat the professor in the future! ’

William was looking for fun for himself crazily while Dumbledore wasn't paying attention.

Professor Snape did not feel any malice, but at this moment he had an expression on his face that he would have to work overtime tomorrow on Friday night, "Professor Dumbledore, these two students ignored the law restricting the use of magic by underage wizards and seriously violated confidentiality. Law…"

"Let Professor McGonagall decide the punishment for these two students, Severus," Dumbledore said calmly. "They are students in her house and they should be her responsibility."

"Okay, it's getting late, we should go back to the banquet."

Dumbledore forcibly pulled away Snape, who looked unwilling, and William, who wanted to see how the plot would develop.