From Azkaban to Hogwarts

From Azkaban to Hogwarts Chapter 1

2021-04-05

Chapter 1 Azkaban's daily routine

"Tom's magic test scores weren't great, but... ”

William was sitting by the only window in the cell that could get sunlight, and he moved towards the surrounding prisoners in a serious manner, telling stories, but this time the story just started when he was beaten by the booing prisoners below. broken.

"Magic exam, what exam? OWL or NEWT?"

"Shut up, I'm talking or you're talking?" William gave the loudest prisoner an angry look, and then The author laughed and shrank back.

"cough cough," William cleared his throat, re-gathering the crowd's attention, and re-speaking: "Tom didn't do well on the magic test, but it got him into Hogwarts too."

"Hogwarts is not an exam! New students who are admitted will receive a letter from owl directly!"

William was silent, staring at the guy who had been raising the bar.

"Beat him!"

It's just telling a story, and applying the background of the story makes you feel a little bit immersed in it. Is this thing used for thorns?
Besides, I don't blame him for some loopholes, Harry Potter's story is at the level of watching a movie, and he can remember the name Hogwarts. It's enough to be in Azkaban prison as soon as he crosses over and opens his eyes. Too bad, he can pull himself together and tell a story is enough, why is he demanding so many details?
He wouldn't even have the heart to speak if it wasn't for his status in the cell - the magic knowledge in his mind was a huge treasure for him, just as a glutton meets a fly restaurant, and a discerning reader meets A million-character work that suits your taste, lsp meets Qiuming Mountain...

The entire unknown but curious New World opened the door in front of him, as if the word congratulations had been scratched out of a lottery ticket, He wanted to leave the gang of prisoners right away to study the magic on his own, but it was obviously impossible.

This is Azkaban, the wizard prison - the misfits are not only ostracized, but beaten.

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This is an eight-person cell for light criminals. Eight iron beds are firmly fixed to the ground by magic, occupying most of the cell’s space. There is a sink on the wall, the toilet is next to the bed in the shade, and a dilapidated iron table, which is also fixed, is all the possessions in this cell.

The eight prisoners are divided into three classes. Two guys who can get Azkaban's scarce supplies as it should be by rights have become the characters of the First Rank layer. The three who can speak and can do things include William Counting the Second Rank, the remaining three unlucky bastards can only become the third tier of chores.

The one who was beaten at the moment is the third-grade goods. It came much earlier than William, and the crime was not serious - when he was on the subway in muggle world, he said something cheap, and he was angry with muggle. He punched him. After the two fought each other, this guy never hit anyone. He sneaked along and used magic to turn the other party into a pig in a place where no one was there. .

"Little William, I have nothing to say about the door, don't mind, the brothers are still waiting."

This guy who was kicked ass, hugged his head and squatted. Not annoyed either, obviously those who kicked him just walked away without much effort.

In Azkaban's daily life, he lacks everything except prisoners. Hearing some fresh stories is a supreme enjoyment - he is just a little bit of a mouth, and I really want to provoke William not to tell him. You have to reward yourself twice.

"You guys will watch the 'movie' first, I'll change the outline of the story, and I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Lying in the sun, William waved his hand, ready to go straight to the pigeon - the story is true The polishing is not very refined, and there are too many loopholes, so it needs to be changed.

A group of people sighed in disappointment, and then began to grope through the cracks in the bed or wall.

The pieces of paper that were folded into various shapes were cautiously opened by them, and the pictures that had been broadcast countless times reappeared in front of everyone's eyes - these scraps were smuggled in with food, and the prisoners in Azkaban Among the high-value items in the transaction, the only disadvantage is that the number is scarce, the plot is broken and the repetition rate is high.

More importantly, those dementors who guard will consciously confiscate the items with magic fluctuations in the cell, which makes this kind of sporadic paper extremely easy to confiscate.

Just as the group of people were passing the pieces of paper they had seen many times, the 'Nine Fingers' who was at the very edge of the cell suddenly let out a groan. She trembled uncontrollably, and then desperately shoved the piece of paper into the crack of the wall with her trembling hands.

Everyone in the same prison changed their faces, hurrying to hide the pieces of paper, and quickly lay down close to the bed. Those who were too late either leaned against the wall or simply lay on the ground. Then, a suffocating coldness descended on the entire cell, and everyone shivered in unison, clasping their hands tightly in front of their chests, curling up, trying to shrink themselves to a minimum.

The heavy prison door was pushed open by fingers, the rusted door shaft rattled, and the tattered black cloak got in through the crack of the door, and then the dementor, who was the guard, floated in.

The face tightly wrapped in black cloak slowly moved towards everyone, and then ordered nodded, as if satisfied with the food this time, then, the creaking sounded again, and the door rang again. was heavily shut down.

It took a long time before scolding could be heard from the cell.

"**, this group of black skins never came from a fixed point. If it wasn't for the speed of Lao Tzu, I would have lost something again this time."

The voice was a little bit more Powerless - I've been with this group of dementors for a long time. All the prisoners reacted more severely to the dementors than normal people. The light criminals here are better. Like those serious criminals, except for a few special people, the rest People are weak to the extreme in their daily life.

"Nine fingers, you brat is alright. When the black skin comes, you can hold it up to hide things. When the next newcomer comes, the watch horn will let him do it for you."

The fact that there was no loss obviously made the prison head in a good mood, and he promised Jiuzhi, who was sleeping on the bed next to the toilet next to the passage, in anticipation.

While speaking, he fumbled from his bunk, generously took out eight chocolate balls, and threw one to each of them.

Azkaban, which appears from time to time in the dementor, chocolate, a warm existence, belongs to the highest-level hard currency, even the golden-bright and dazzling Galleons are not good for chocolate here— - There are so many items on the weekly supplementary boat, it is simply not enough.

William took the chocolate, thanked him weakly, opened the package tremblingly, and greedily felt the warmth of the chocolate melting in his mouth.

There is one more year in prison, so one more year of dementor's life of coming over for a meal once a day.

Fortunately, the magic data that I have never seen in my mind can last even ten years, let alone hope that this thing exists - not a year long.

(end of this chapter)