From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Good morning, Professor."

"Well, it's early for you too."

Another unknown student said hello, and William responded with a standard adult smile.

After Professor Lockhart's course was exposed last night, he suddenly became popular - obviously he just took the first class and only met those classmates at the opening ceremony.

Moreover, forget about the senior students, what are the children in the lower grades doing here?

It’s too early for you to fall into my hands!

When William finally sat down at the dining table, he felt that his face was a little stiff from smiling.

How many minutes has it been?

After taking a breath and relaxing the muscles on his face, William began to add food to his plate.

‘Probably this is why Professor McGonagall and other older professors like to keep a straight face. Smiling is much more tiring than keeping a straight face. ’

Just when he was silently thinking about whether he should pretend to be aloof to reduce the frequency of laughing with students, Adams, who smelled of earth, sat down in front of him.

This naughty big man slapped William on the shoulder and said in an extremely exaggerated tone:

"Oh my god, I finally came back alive - you don't know how scared Professor Sprout is today. It took me almost an hour to check the herbs planted by the second-year students yesterday. During this time, Sprout The professor never smiled!"

"Is it that exaggerated? Professor Sprout seems to have a good temper, right?"

"It's like this most of the time, but today is an exception - Professor Lockhart went to the greenhouse again in the morning, saying he wanted to check how the Whomping Willow was recovering with his help yesterday."

"Eh?"

William couldn't help but exclaimed - such a big problem occurred in Professor Lockhart's class yesterday, and today he can go to observe the recovery of the Whomping Willow?

Is this the strength of a professional adventurer? No matter what kind of setbacks you encounter, can you always face life with optimism?

However, Professor Adams was obviously mistaken. He probably thought that William thought Professor Lockhart and Professor Sprout were in conflict.

"It's not a conflict or anything. Professor Sprout is a very nice person and very patient with students. He just doesn't like people talking too much and prefers people who do things seriously. Professor Lockhart likes to express himself." , so Professor Sprout doesn’t like Professor Lockhart very much.”

Are you hiding it?

Based on what you just said, Professor Sprout must have been sulking all morning.

Probably one is a professor whom he respects, and the other is his idol, which makes Adams a little confused about who to prefer.

"Okay, don't worry about that. Professor Sprout is definitely more important than your experience in handling and being responsible for the herbs in the greenhouse."

"That's right. There are so many students and professors in Hufflepuff who can handle it very well. There should be no problem this time."

Adams said as he started making himself a sandwich.

"By the way, William," Adams ignored the job title, "I heard from students that you can take the wand away in one go. Is it true?"

What kind of weird rumor is this?

If I had that ability, would I still need to stay in Azkaban for so long?

"How is it possible? If the protagonist of the rumor is replaced by Dumbledore, I would believe it, me?"

William pointed at himself and said in a rather confident tone:

"Just like me, Principal Dumbledore beat ten people without breathing heavily. Do you believe it?"

"The students said it, and it was very serious. It was spread among the upperclassmen - saying that you lost your wand easily."

Gone?

What did the students say?

Where do people come from that are so good at spreading rumors?

William suddenly realized that those students might have exaggerated the fact that he removed the wand from the students.

After all, it was my stupidity to accidentally have my wand stolen by the professor, but it was none of my business if the professor was awesome and could use magic to make the wand disappear.

Considering the homework he left yesterday, it is normal for those guys who are caught writing papers to brag.

"Hey, the students are exaggerating a bit. It's just a silent disarming spell. It's just a slight change. They haven't noticed it before, so they are a little surprised. In fact, that's all."

William couldn't say that it was a technique similar to stealing, and he was prepared to fool him - anyway, the effect was similar.

"But then again, I didn't see you in class from yesterday afternoon to evening?"

"Late at night, when I was with my seventh-grade classmates, they said - there are batches of eucalyptus blooming in the greenhouse, and they must be collected in the early morning. It is just an eye-opener for the seventh-grade classmates."

"Is there such a good thing in the school greenhouse?"

William's eyes widened.

He does know about this plant, and many high-level magic potions require this material.

There are related legends in the Muggle world, but just like the fire dragon, they are all exaggerated, but this does not affect the preciousness of this herb at all.

"Of course, this is Hogwarts!"

Adams said matter-of-factly, his face full of pride - it is interesting to tell stories when you meet someone who knows something.

Yes - this is Hogwarts.

There is still a bundle of wand cores hanging in Hagrid's room. It is normal for the herb greenhouse to grow a batch of rare materials that are almost invisible to the outside world.

"Sell me a little bit and pay the market price. Can you get it?"

Although they had only met for a short time, the temptation of this precious material made William ignore the fact that everyone was not very familiar with it - even the black market was out of stock for eight or nine months a year.

"The maximum number is six. Professor Snape and Professor Sprout want it. There are only so many that can be sold on the market. Twenty Galleons a flower. I have to use it to purchase fertilizer and the like."

It’s already dirt cheap—the price is a steal in the market.

Only then did William realize that the Professor Adams in front of him was not just an ordinary teacher, but was most likely a top-ranked herbalist master in the entire magical world.

‘Maybe all the professors in the school, except me, can be ranked among the top ten in the country, right? ’

William couldn't help but think of this.

Then he realized that he seemed to have really been brought here to make up the numbers - Professor Lockhart could no longer give lectures, but he was still a first-class adventurer.

"Professor William, what? Is it too expensive? Or is the quantity too small?"

"No, no, the amount is enough, even a little more than I imagined. I don't have enough cash with me. I can't give it to you until I go to Diagon Alley to get the cash over the weekend."

"Okay, I'll leave the herbs for you later - I'm not in a hurry about the money. I won't go shopping for supplies until next month, and it'll be fine if the accounts are correct. If you're too lazy to get it, you can just give me this month's salary slip. Okay, I have to make a trip anyway, and I’ll get things done by the way.”

Adams's grand speech made William feel that he was the best, and he secretly made up his mind - 'Add more questions to the fifth grade questions, get good results, and never let others think that he just made up the numbers! ’