From Azkaban To Hogwarts

When William placed the book on the table with satisfaction, his stomach, which had finally received attention, immediately issued a warning to him.

Rubbing his neck, which had become a little stiff from reading for a long time, William looked at the time - half past twelve.

‘No wonder I’m so hungry, and I lose track of time as soon as I start reading. ’

William complained helplessly to himself and began to put away the books and notes on the table.

Putting the notes into the paper bag containing the test papers and clamping it, William picked up a thick stack of books and left the desk next to the restricted book area.

At this moment, the library was empty. It was obvious that the students had rushed to the restaurant to have dinner. Mrs. Pince did not leave. She was sitting near the door, holding a book and reading with gusto.

"Is there so much to borrow?"

Mrs. Pince said hello and clicked the quill on the side - it immediately copied the title of the book and the borrower on the parchment.

"By the way, Professor, the maximum borrowing time for each book is half a school year. If you need to renew, you must come and register once."

Was this the experience of other professors not returning books?

After agreeing with a smile, William simply returned to his office with a pile of books - it was past dinner time anyway, so he might as well ask the house elf to bring some food.

'Endless books, high salary, house elves who are almost personal servants, and a group of students who can teach them the truth as a matter of course. ’

William was daydreaming while eating the lunch delivered by the elf Bart.

‘If there wasn’t that damn curse, this career would be a dream career, right? ’

‘But if there really wasn’t that curse, how could the professors of this school get my turn? ’

…

‘I always think about what I have and don’t have! Pull something off here and make it up there. You have been studying for nine years in compulsory education alone. Hogwarts only has seven grades in total. You have studied more than twice as long as those students. You have done very well in the previous classes. , you will still keep doing this in the future, what are you worried about? ’

William shook his head vigorously, putting aside those bad thoughts that suddenly emerged - another sequelae of Azkaban.

Those dementors shouldn't exist in this world!

He relaxed his tense nerves today, and the negative emotions that had been suppressed these days started to come up.

Even though it has been some time since he came out of Azkaban, the experience during that time really had a profound impact on William, even if he chose to stay in the bar and rely on the huge flow of people in the bar to wash away the Azkaban feeling in him. The taste of it still hasn't completely gotten rid of the habit that I was forced to develop by remembering the sadness every day.

‘I will never come back to eat alone when I can go to a restaurant in the future. I have to stay among the crowd. Fortunately, there are enough people in Hogwarts. ’

Thinking of this, William couldn't even stay in the room any longer. He called the elf to take care of the leftover food and eagerly stuffed the chocolate into his mouth.

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"William? Why are you here so late?"

"I stayed in the library for a long time, so I went back to put some things away. That's when I came over."

William smiled in response to Adams' question and glanced at the alchemy professor next to him who was seriously dealing with the mutton chops.

"Why didn't I see you this morning, Professor Singed?"

"Getting enough sleep is more important than breakfast."

Just talk about it and it's over - how busy is the alchemy schedule?

William couldn't help but feel ashamed. Just now, he almost had a series of bad thoughts just because he had free time in his courses. Looking at others and then looking at himself, his performance just now was simply worthless!

"Come on, Singed, I spent the whole night picking flowers last night. I got up early today and completed the task. You just missed the lesson. Otherwise, let's see if you dare to do this!"

Adams finished his rant with a disgusted expression, then looked around and found that the other professors didn't pay much attention to this area, so he asked secretly;

"William, you don't look good. Are you sick?"

"Maybe I'm a little hungry. I just ate some chocolate and I feel better now."

"Well, if you feel something is wrong, go to Madam Pomfrey. Professor Snape is actually better at it - but he treats you, well, you know."

Professor Snape has always wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It is a secret known to all the teachers and students in the school. Even if William changes his name, it still cannot change the professor's resentment towards him - just like all the professors know that McGonagall The professor has always looked down upon the divination professor.

However, being interrupted by Adams, William thought of his old profession - if it wasn't so indecent to slap his head in front of a bunch of professors, he would definitely have done that at this moment.

There is a magic potion!

In fact, the sequelae that have troubled him for a long time can be completely treated with euphoric drugs. Although the side effects are not small, the consequences are not very serious if not taken daily.

Forget about the school's tools. Professor Snape is the dean, so we can give up on getting public tools from the school.

‘Go to Gringotts this weekend to open up your vault and take out those tools. The school office is also a residence. You may not know when it will be used after school. ’

William silently added an item to his action plan.

But just as he was thinking about it, Adams's voice came again.

"Okay, it's settled. We don't have classes on Wednesday afternoon, so we just go to the Pig's Head Bar for a drink. Being a professor is great, but it's annoying that you can't go to a public bar for drinking."

etc!

I was thinking about the question just now, and my answer was almost casually like um, ah, ah, etc. How did you negotiate?

"Wednesday is a working day, so it's not a good idea to drink, right?"

"It's okay. I'm celebrating the welcome of my new colleagues. Professor McGonagall will turn a blind eye. Two-thirds of the students I taught last year passed the OWLs exam."

In a daze, William's Wednesday afternoon was scheduled, and Adams stopped even talking about this topic and started talking about this year's Quidditch match.

This topic was obviously more public than the previous topic. It didn't take long for several professors nearby to join in and seriously discuss who should win this year's Quidditch League championship.

Because the sound was so loud, Professor McGonagall in the middle of the auditorium even stared at it several times.

"Don't worry, William."

Adams didn't even forget the little revelations when talking about the game.

"Don't look at Professor McGonagall's indifferent appearance. She is a Quidditch player in the school. In terms of Quidditch knowledge alone, no one at this table knows as much as she does."

ps: Chapter 2, noon?