From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Minister, according to your arrangement, the latest speech draft has been prepared."

The assistant handed the speech to Fudge respectfully, and Fudge took it and looked at it with a satisfied smile on his face.

Starting today, the British wizarding world officially declares war on the mysterious man - although this is a bit risky, the frequent good news from Dumbledore during this period gave him enough confidence in declaring war.

Of course, there is a little bit of selfishness here - once wartime enters, this election will be postponed, and he will continue to be re-elected during wartime.

But it's not a big deal. Everyone knows that it was the mysterious man who made the move first, and he, Minister Fudge, is the great hero who exposed the Dark Lord's conspiracy to resurrect.

"What's Old Batty's reaction now?"

He suddenly thought of Batty, who was supposed to be a strong contender for this term of minister. Once he misses this election, Batty may never have a chance in his life.

"Mr. Batty has been quite agitated recently, Minister."

‘Finally got a smell? It's too late, Barty, and my dear Chief of Staff, Scrimgeour...'

"I understand. I will tell him to take a good rest later. Although the war is coming soon, we still need to pay attention to rest..."

Fudge nodded, with a victor's smile on his face, "If I work a little overtime tonight, I will give a speech on the radio at eight o'clock in the evening to declare war."

"Yes, Minister."

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"I'm finally back..."

William looked at the familiar Hogwarts scene with a smile on his face - Dumbledore had summoned him too hastily, and he still had half a lesson to finish.

"Yes, we all came back alive."

Moody moved his body and showed a rare relaxed expression, "To be honest, I feel a little incredible now."

He was really relaxed, and he didn't even pay much attention to the security work around him - after killing the Dark Lord with his own hands, he felt that even if he died all at once, he would have no regrets in his life.

Lupine held the Dark Lord's body with his wand and stood silently in the middle of the team, with a somewhat complicated expression. When William stared at Voldemort's body, he suddenly remembered something - for Lupine, the Dark Lord was The murderer of his best friend is here...

'Perhaps Professor Lupine should take action...'

'But it's not a big problem. You participated in the ambush and drove the Dark Lord to a dead end. What else do you want? ’

'It's just...Why didn't Dumbledore say anything? Is it because he had to go back to school to work overtime, so he suddenly felt sad? ’

William secretly glanced at Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye, and found that Dumbledore's eyes were filled with a look of despair.

‘The Dark Lord is dead, why do you look like this all of a sudden? ’

"Professor William, what did you tell Minerva?"

Dumbledore's voice was trembling.

"It should be 'We have to carry out the highest level of protection.'" William thought for a moment. "Didn't we discuss it before? Once a dangerous situation arises, students should retreat to the common room in order to provide comprehensive protection for the students. "

"Ruined…"

The joy on Dumbledore's face turned into despair, "Professor William, do you think it's still too late for me to retire?"

? ? ?

Where is this and where? Isn't it good now? You don't carry out the administrative power of the principal anymore anyway. When others heard about your retirement, they thought that Hogwarts ruthlessly abandoned the old principal after defeating Voldemort. ...After all, this matter has tradition among Muggles.

"There are still many Death Eaters and Purifiers in the wizarding world in the United States. Principal, besides, do you look like someone who needs to retire?"

"I think it's necessary..."

Dumbledore looked at Hogwarts Castle, "Minerva seems to have opened up the final defense system - Professor William, do you know how long it will take to re-store energy when building those stone piers... Do you know how long it will take to restore the entire defense system?" How long does it take..."

"I think Professor McGonagall must have considered everything. Maybe there is an emergency..."

William racked his brains and started to argue with lies - the castle was quiet and not a single stone was broken, so there was no abnormal accident.

"But Minerva doesn't know either. She hasn't fully taken over the protection system yet. She only knows how to activate it..."

The look on Dumbledore's face was very wonderful, making it look like they were returning home rather than beating Voldemort to death - this look finally made William understand a little bit of Dumbledore's pain.

Magic is magic, and the research on this thing is conservation-a protection system that even Dumbledore is satisfied with and makes Professor McGonagall eager to try. It is a protective magic that has been around for a long time. The cost of its maintenance and repair is absolutely proportional to its power.

This is not just a matter of money, because of its complexity and confidentiality. In addition to a large amount of money, the person who restores it must also be someone who can guard the secret and is deeply involved in it.

"Ah, Principal, I'm sorry, I'm not very proficient in alchemy. You know that besides self-defense courses, I'm only interested in potions."

William had a sincere smile on his face.

Seeing him take the lead, the rest of the people have already reacted. "Albus, you know me. I'm only good at dealing with dark magic and catching people. If I get started, maybe the protection system will collapse."

Lu Ping finally realized at this moment - although the protection system should not be leaked to outsiders, they had already proved themselves by beating Voldemort to death, so the two colleagues said such words.

"Professor Dumbledore, you know me. I have never learned any serious crafts over the years, and I never took an alchemy course when I was in school."

Tired - I didn't say anything!

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "Go back to school..."

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"The mysterious man is dead!"

When the body was placed outside the school and closely guarded, many senior students tried their best to have a look, and then spread the shocking news throughout the school.

Owls flew away from the school one after another, and everyone was rushing to deliver the news to their families. During this period, the clouds of war made everyone breathless, even those who were destroyed by Horcruxes. None of the messages raised much morale.

And when everyone was mentally preparing for the war, their principal, Dumbledore, actually took action himself and brought back the body of the mysterious man!

Professor McGonagall happily announced that today is a holiday - this news made the students who were already a little unable to control themselves go completely crazy. They began to celebrate everything with various actions. The blackboards in each classroom were written with chalk. win, and then use crude magic to make them visible.

Various colorful ribbons and banners were decorated in every corner of the castle. Even if Mr. Filch saw these students posting things randomly, he would turn his head and pretend to be invisible.

The Weasley brothers even moved out all the fireworks that were intended to cause trouble and provided them to everyone for free. Although a few unlucky ones were invited to the office for lighting them in the castle, this did not weaken the castle at all. The cheerful atmosphere inside.

In fact, it was not until the night was approaching that they went to bed that the two brothers finally remembered that they had set off all the fireworks they had planned to use to cause trouble - they were supposed to do it on their graduation day!

Fortunately, this wave of advertising went out - everyone was very satisfied.

"It's not too bad anyway, my brother..."

"I just have to plan another prank..."

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"Ah, Professor William!"

The fat monk knocked on the door and came in politely, "Today is really a good day worth celebrating."

"Yeah," William sat back on the chair and leaned on it, a smile appeared on his face, "I like days like this."

"That's it..." The fat monk hesitated, but finally said his request.

"Sorry, there are too many ghosts who want to know. They asked me to invite you to tell us how the mysterious man was killed - we all saw it. It was you who shouted from Dumbledore's office. Leave him.”

The silver on the fat monk's face became a little heavier.

"Ambush, we helped drag him, Dumbledore took action - he fell into the trap, and finally died fighting."

William lied and didn't write a draft - he finally got a reputation in the potions world. If someone knew that he had successfully poisoned the Dark Lord, what would happen to his reputation in the future?

Although everyone knows that if you are good at potions, you can definitely make poisons, but this cannot be said openly.

'By the way, you have to reconcile your confession with them. You can't have the reputation of being good at poisoning. This is not a good reputation...'

William responded while thinking, and told the fat monk the facts about the elimination of poisoning and sneak attacks, allowing the ghost friend to happily leave with first-hand information.

After writing a letter and confirming his confession with Dumbledore and the others, William leaned back on his chair, grabbed a chocolate frog and enjoyed it.

To be honest - since he left Azkaban and received the admission notice to Hogwarts, this was the first time he had enjoyed a chocolate frog so relaxedly.

"It feels so good not to have a curse..."

William looked at the cards on the table and felt blessed - today is a good day. Could it be that the last chocolate frog card that was not eaten was eaten today?

He turned over the card with great interest, and then couldn't help laughing - Dumbledore's smile was watching him.

"I knew it…"

He smiled extremely happily and put the card on the table. "It doesn't matter. Eat slowly. You don't have to worry about the damn curse and the Dark Lord who may attack in the future."

"Dong dong dong!"

The room was knocked.

For the first time, William did not use the prosthesis, but pointed his wand at the door, "Please come in."

The person outside the door seemed to be stunned. After a while, he tentatively opened the door and walked in - it was Harry.

"Harry, why, do you have any doubts about not enjoying this rare vacation?"

"Come, sit here, grab a chocolate frog - carefully pull out the card first, let me take a look..."

Amid Harry's confused look, William laughed wildly and placed a new Dumbledore card on the table.

"I'm just saying, it's not that easy. Let's talk about it. What's wrong?"

"That's right, professor..."

"The Dark Lord is dead. You can't believe it. You think it was your responsibility, but it was completed by someone else?"

"Um…"

"Is it because of prophecies, other people's words, or some inexplicable news?"

"Yes, it's Professor Trelawney."

Harry even laughed out of embarrassment after saying this - why did he come over to ask this because of Trelawney's disbelief?

"Is it still divination, the so-called destiny?"

William smiled and shook his head, "You are his natural enemy, and he is your natural enemy. You are destined to fight each other, and only one of you can survive?"

"This is what I don't like about divination - it attributes everything to destiny. The more people resist, the more they move towards the damn ending."

"That's not right, Harry, that's not right - if Professor Trelawney says you are a great apothecary, then don't you think it's ridiculous that you can become a great apothecary regardless of whether you study or not? …”

"Just like you, your fighting talent is very high, but if you don't train, can you really defeat a seventh grader openly and without anyone thinking that you are just a fluke?"

"Self-defense has never been about this. Harry, even the most difficult Voldemort Bat can only be driven away with the Patronus. There are still many people who can do it. Can you imagine what kind of dangerous creature one day even Deng Even Bledo can't deal with it, are you the only one who can deal with it?"

"Divination that cannot be changed by efforts is not divination, Harry, I have always thought so. Fatalism and blood theory are the same thing - because they are both deliberately creating an innate fact that cannot be improved, in order to Build your own absolute authority.”

"Since you don't believe that your friend Granger is inherently inferior, how can you believe that only you can defeat the Dark Lord... Defeating him once is already a great honor, Harry."

"Okay, that's it, it's getting late, you should take a rest. After this short holiday of celebration, our classes will become intense."

"Course...stressed?"

"Yes, the OWls exam, this is your OWls year, Harry."

“…”

"You don't think the exam will be cancelled, do you? It's impossible. Even if the Dark Lord comes to the door, you still have to review when you need to."

"By the way, if your test score this time is not O, I will make you have no time to date this semester. I'm not joking, Harry - don't think that since the Dark Lord is dead, you don't need to study hard. Knowledge What you learn is what you learn, I won’t lie to you.”

If it weren't for him working so hard to study poisons, how could the Dark Lord be so easily poisoned - this is the accumulation of his usual hard work!

"But Professor, the OWLs results will not be released until the summer vacation..."

Harry tried to argue.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. I'm very familiar with Professor Marchban. I'll let the examiner get your results separately - I guarantee that if you fail the exam, you will regret it to death."

William watched Harry say goodbye in a hurry and run away in a hurry, a smile appeared on his face again - now...

…

"I knew it was Dumbledore's card again!"