From Azkaban to Hogwarts

From Azkaban to Hogwarts Chapter 9

2021-04-05

Chapter 9 Schools need to teach

Hogwarts grad who sold illegal potion, walking corpse Convict, the researcher who studied himself into the prison cell - all kinds of magic circle person William thinks he has known a lot better, but he absolutely didn't expect, the first magic circle inhuman race he encountered was also a Wonderful flower.

House elf who wants money.

The big man shaped him with a series of introductions and fantasies, and then the guy in front of him destroyed everything in two sentences.

I have to bear it... The big guy is a good guy, and it's normal for an accident to happen occasionally...

'Kukuku', William couldn't hold back.

The big man turned his head and looked towards William, his expression full of helpless, a look that you can laugh if you want, don't hold back.

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The new inmates are the weirdest in the house elf, and they are very good at fighting.

After rejecting the cleaning responsibility that the newcomer should undertake, several guys who were about to give the newcomer a lesson were taught a good lesson by this little man with his fast fists and agile steps.

When the more capable guys were brought down and only William and the others who were inexperienced in fighting were left, the newcomers naturally became the existence of the Second Rank layer - they were all petty criminals, not so much More fights and kills.

After everyone calmed down, this house elf called gold coin described his dream.

He doesn't want to do anything traditional house elf takes for granted - cleaning the house, cooking, dealing with all kinds of household chores.

His dream is to be a great adventurer, but if he takes a step back, so can a mercenary.

At present, he has taught himself how to crack common magic traps, how to identify and deal with common wild magical creatures, magic crest, and wild survival, and a series of subjects that will be useful in adventures. His own adventure team prepares funds.

But all the preparations were aborted - unwilling to serve as a servant and unable to pay the redemption fee, he was sent to Azkaban.

"I tried to convince them that I could bring back the three hundred Galleons redeemed by letting me go out for a year, but they didn't want to believe me."

gold Coin leaned against the bed in the corner (Jiuzhi was glad that the newcomer did not force a change of bed), with a melancholy expression on his face.

"So, I'm a mercenary gold coin now, and as long as you have Galleons, you can hire me to do all kinds of things - of course, I'm not going to stay here for a while and clean up. ."

Really personal.

William reckons that someone in the cell must be tempted, because he is too.

A guy who can fight like this can be used by five or six prisoners in prison. When no one has a wand, fists are the last word. Such an ultimate weapon can be hired for money, who doesn't tempted?

But soon William turned around and fell asleep - no money, goodbye.

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Hogwarts, the main tower of the school castle, the headmaster's office.

An old man with a flowing silver beard was looking at the letter in front of him and was worried.

He is currently recognized as the strongest white wizard in the entire magic circle, a living Legendary, an epic walking, and what is even more terrifying is that he is so powerful and has an elegant and supple head that even grows to his waist. white hair.

This letter was sent by an old friend of his, in which the friend proposed a new solution to a problem he was facing, but it was this new solution that brought him More puzzles come.

After thinking for a long time, the old man finally picked up a parchment and hurriedly wrote a few words on it.

After clever folding, the parchment turns into a paper airplane with the wand swing and plunges into the fire of the fireplace.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the door to the office opened, and an anxious female voice came along with the sound of footsteps.

"Albus, I'm glad to see you in your office during the busiest time of the school, to be honest, we don't have a single student in the school right now, but we have so much to do , if you don't mind, I would like you to review next month's grant application and write a grant to the Ministry of Magic."

Tall black-haired man in emerald green robe witch said to the old man with the suggested tone, but her eyes firmly told the old man - if I don't do this, I will strike.

Minerva McGonagall, Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress, has finally caught Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster who has left the routine behind.

Albus gave a helpless look, laughed gently, and handed over the letter that had bothered him.

"How about some Honey Flavoured Toffee, Minerva?"

Habitually glanced at the name at the end of the letter, which made Professor McGonagall frowned, but soon her eyebrows were tangled into a ball, and threw the letter directly on the table.

"What a joke! Albus, I don't understand what you mean by calling me in, if you're asking for my opinion, my opinion is never!"

"Take it easy, Minerva, it's just an idea."

"What is the sly plan to have Azkaban prisoners teach at Hogwarts! Teach those children how to get to Azkaban?"

"Actually, I think Azkaban's prisoners seem to be safer than last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

This remark calmed Professor McGonagall, as one of the few A lot of people in the know, she knows very well what happened to last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - last year, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor of Hogwarts was the last person who should have been selected as a professor, who has been hidden from you. know who is attached to the back of the professor's head, lurking in Hogwarts for almost a year!

"What's worse, it seems like he can't control the curse himself."

"Albus, can't you fix it?"

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask, but quickly realized his mistake - if that curse could be easily resolved, Hogwarts wouldn't be hiring professors so often.

In fact, the professors over the years were people who felt like they had a knack for Defense Against the Dark Arts and wanted to make a name for themselves by solving a curse that even Dumbledore couldn't handle.

Each of them was told what was going to happen before they came, but everyone thought it was okay for me to get on me.

But there are fewer and fewer daredevils now—in fact, they even had to use the valuable battle strength of the Order of the Phoenix in the latter position, and they could have done more outside of school.

"Open the school board, tell them the current problems of the school, or invest more money in the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or let them agree to go to Azkaban to recruit prisoners, and then Or ask them to provide candidates—the school has to have Defense Against the Dark Arts professors anyway."

Professor McGonagall expertly found endorsers for the new policy, and the two passed the decision unanimously.

(end of this chapter)