From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"How do you feel now, Harry?"

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Lupine held an umbrella for Harry, his eyes full of concern.

Harry, who had just finished his first Animagus transformation, took hold of his wand again, glanced at Sirius who was being taken away, and quickly retracted like Lupine, "Well, yes. To put it bluntly, it actually feels weird, but it’s not bad.”

"It's like seeing the world from another perspective, and I feel like I've lost my ability to speak, but I've gained something else..."

Harry looked at his wand as he spoke, "It's really hard to imagine that Animagus transformation can be used without the wand at the end."

"That's normal." Lupine glanced at Black who was being dragged in mid-air out of the corner of his eye, and decided to pretend that he didn't see anything. "We actually had several very, very interesting discussions in the office."

"That is, does the wand also constitute a restriction for wizards?"

As Lupine spoke, he tried tapping the trees around him with his left hand. After discovering the failure, he smiled and shook his head, and then began to make a series of gestures with his left hand that was not very agile.

As the last gesture was completed, some of the leaves on the tree began to scatter and turned into petals all over the ground.

"Look, I'm very, very far behind." Lu Ping looked at his left hand. "Professor William shared all the interesting information he collected, but maybe he is used to casting spells with a wand. Mu and I Professor Di is not very adaptable to it, and so far only the simplest spells can be cast directly without a wand or a spell."

"Of course, Professor Moody is a little better, but he can only achieve the most suitable transformation technique... It seems that the topic is a bit far..."

Lupine smiled, "In the next period of time, you have to control your learning progress while getting familiar with Animagus transformation. Harry, I hope you can hide this life-saving spell and don't Excellent performance in transformation..."

"Too outstanding?"

Harry felt that he couldn't understand this word - with friends like Hermione, there were probably not many people who could say that they hoped not to be too outstanding.

"Yes, although it is a bit hard to accept, before you explore your own Transfiguration, even Miss Granger can't catch up with your progress -" Lupine sighed with emotion, "They learned it in fifth grade. Before Nimagus, they would occasionally refer to my Transfiguration homework, and after they finished it, they could understand at a glance those difficult problems that I needed to think about for a while to understand..."

Those were really shocking years - even in the Transfiguration Advanced Class, human transformation, one of the ultimate transfiguration techniques, is not a field that every student can explore, and the practice of Animagus directly completed this...

If we had to use the video games they have been exposed to recently to describe it, it would be equivalent to taking all the clearance props and pushing the boss in the middle of the game, and then turning around and continuing to fight from the middle...

"Can you tell just by looking at it?"

Harry was a little surprised, but his left hand involuntarily imitated Lupine's movements and began to gesture briskly. When he realized what he was going to do, he was about to stop, but a strange feeling emerged - as long as he continued can…

This feeling was like being scared when seeing a furry bug, completely subconscious - it was also like the professor taught him some offensive spells, and he understood them all at once and used them.

He obeyed this feeling, made the last gesture with his left hand, and then lightly tapped on the tree. In an instant, the leaves on the tree began to turn into buds, and then began to bloom at an extremely fast speed. …

“…”

“…”

Harry looked at Lupine, Lupine looked at Harry...

"Get familiar with the transformation of Animagus...and strive to be able to cast spells quickly without a wand..."

Lu Ping held it in for a while and finally said this.

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"Professor William, your friend seems to be here to find you!"

William, who was immersed in dealing with a bunch of messy curses, suddenly heard such a report. He hurriedly put aside what he was doing, quietly prepared his defense, and then took the wand, ready to see which friend came to Greece...

He was already prepared. If someone who really didn't want to be named came to visit, then he would just run away - shouting was useless. If he didn't shout, the people inside would still be alive. Just to force that person to silence...

With this idea in mind, he quickly came to the hallway, took out the time turner, and directly pulled out his own shadow - after last year's research and this year's experience, he was able to rely on this The gadget creates its own dummy, which is lifelike and not very useful, but at least it can deceive a wave of attacks.

'But we can only stop here, this thing is too dangerous... I don't want to die inexplicably...'

After making it more realistic, William let the dummy walk in front, and then heard a shout of surprise from the front.

"William, this way!!!"

'Adams? What is he doing here? ’

William took out the revealing potion while thinking about it, then leaned against the wall, walked forward with the fake body, and poured the potion over when Adams ran over.

"Hey, why don't you say anything-what?"

The potion test was successful - it was the real Adams. William nodded and canceled the fake identity, "What are you doing in Greece?"

"Traveling - why did you come up with an aggressive dummy..."

Adams complained while using his wand to remove the potions, "That's what I should have thought of..."

"Necessary inspections, necessary inspections, come on, come on, the reception room here - you have to sign a confidentiality agreement to go in. If you want to go in, you have to run a few steps first."

"It's not necessary, professor, just come in!"

The wizard who came to receive him suppressed his laughter and lowered his voice at the same time, "This is not a key unit. Just remember not to give away those famous things..."

"You don't have to worry. Excavations here are allowed, and a lot of things are unearthed every year, and a lot of things are sent to us..."

As if he was afraid that William wouldn't believe it, the wizard in charge of the reception flashed a few small ornaments he had with him, "Of course, the particularly famous ones will definitely not work. Don't worry about the rest..."

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‘Sure enough, have I been too focused on studying curses these days? "

In the end, William still did not take Adams to the back room, smiled and politely declined the receptionist's words, and said that he was not aware of the registration of items in the institution, and of course he had no intention of intervening...

"Sit down. Desserts and drinks are absolutely not against the rules. We also have wine, but I can't drink with you anymore..."

William sat down with a smile, "If you want souvenirs, we can go to the black market and buy some. As long as it's not particularly prohibited, I should be able to get it."

"Thank you then. I happened to want to bring some special materials to Singed," Adams agreed unceremoniously, and then looked at William, "I thought they had the same name at first. If it weren't for Special mention is that he is a professor at Hogwarts, I can’t believe it…”

"Why did you come out here to show your face? I remember, didn't you keep your whereabouts secret during the summer vacation?"

"Forget it," William sighed, "The things you want to pursue are all under the control of the government. Without revealing your identity, will they let a wizard of unknown origin participate in the research?"

"What, so mysterious?"

"Most of them are curses, and a small part are modern applications of various ancient spells..."

"Then you should go to a bigger institution. The Greeks are too stingy..." Adams complained, "It was the same in the meeting there that I participated in before. I went all the way to listen to a bunch of wizards discussing, but the food Not even as good as Hogwarts..."

"I still have to go...Professor Sprout pushed all the meetings to me...Finally it's over...the endless meetings..."

As Adams was talking, he remembered something and took out a book from his bag, "The gift I brought you - it is said to be an introduction to local specialty poisons, and some black magic..."

William did not pick up the book and looked at Adams with doubtful eyes.

Do you have any misunderstandings about the position of self-defense professor?

We teach students how to deal with black magic, not black magic.

At the same time, as a pharmacist, I am refining potions that can save people, or even potions that can be used for other purposes, but poisons...

What does this have to do with calling the chef to feed the pigs - it doesn't seem quite right...

"Forget it, I've got you, don't prepare gifts so carefully next time..." William glared at him angrily, "You're not good at self-defense, and you can't fight back when you're beaten..."

Adams' laughter, which had already begun to laugh wildly, suddenly stopped...

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"My wallet is bleeding a little...but I still bought some useful things."

When William returned Adams from the black market and sent it away, he couldn't help but sigh - he hadn't tested this curse personally yet, and it was unknown whether there would be a huge improvement, but his eyesight improved rapidly anyway.

After seeing all kinds of genuine products one after another, the things on the black market were almost completely hidden from him.

At first glance, he can tell whether the feeling of this thing is right or not.

After the second glance, the counterfeiting techniques learned in Azkaban were enough for him to distinguish what techniques were used to make this thing fake...

How outrageous it is to say that he can even pick it up...

"I always feel that the curse-breaking team in front of me has not improved me much. I can quickly complete the first report and then go to those key units to have a look..."

It happened that word spread about his unwillingness to accept some small gifts from the team. Although everyone's attitude had not changed, it was still strange - it was time to change teams.

'It would definitely not be like this if I took a few pieces and gave them to Adams, but... this is my territory... If I took them, I would probably never even think about seeing the best things in my life... I don't know if they are in their best condition. …'

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"It's just... a sneak attack..."

When Sirius woke up clutching his head, he was already in Filch's room.

"Well, Mr. Black, Professor McGonagall asked you to mop the floors of the castle..."

Filch tried to speak calmly. He still didn't understand Professor McGonagall's operation - it was okay to refute the school director, fall out with the school director, and even completely expel the school director from the school board. .

But...let a school director mop the floor...

This is truly something that has never happened in the history of Hogwarts.

He is a traditional administrator who is keen to restore the system of the past, including not only taking more measures against erring students and ghosts, but also banning more new contraband from entering the school.

He loved this castle and its stories, so when Professor McGonagall tied up a school director and sent him here, he was very hesitant... He had to listen to the principal's words, but this was the school director in front of him. .

"mop?"

Sirius' eyes widened - this made Filch a little worried. Hogwarts has put such harsh demands on school directors over the years...

"It's just mopping the floor. Do you need to knock me unconscious?"

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'It's hopeless...there is no hope for the glory of the past...'

A school director said such words, which made Filch feel a little uncomfortable...

"Where's the mop...can you lend me some more?"

"Can."

Filch decided to give the school director enough dignity - students naturally use a mop to mop the floor, and the school director can take more.

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"Ah, Blake?"

"It's me." Sirius, who stopped his magic when he heard the footsteps in the distance, raised his head while holding a mop to show off, and found a Gryffindor who was playing well in school, "Long time no see, recently. How about it?"

"Fortunately, the family's business is good," he shook hands with Sirius, "What are you doing?"

"Mop the floor and feel the atmosphere of the school. Speaking of which, we have graduated a long time ago, but after working a little here, I remember the happy time in the castle."

Sirius casually concealed part of the truth, but still managed to touch the heartstrings of his former classmates.

"No...time flies so fast, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

As he spoke, he picked up the mop that Sirius had just put down, "I'll feel it too...well, I do feel it..."

"Gryffindor is not doing as well as we did back then. The Triwizard Tournament made Slytherin do a lot of things... Fortunately, we were the ones who won the cup in the end."

"Yeah, Harry did a good job."

Sirius laughed.

"That's not just good - we united a group of old alumni and decided to donate a sum of money to renovate classrooms to commemorate this event. There are still many empty classrooms in the castle that have not been properly renovated."

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"Just in time, let's wait for them - to be honest, I'm still a little scared to go see Professor McGonagall alone..."

"Ah!!! What are you two doing?"

…

After exchanging pleasantries, one more student recalled the past.

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"Why hasn't it arrived yet..."

Professor McGonagall checked the time in her office - the discussion agreed last week was interrupted by a sudden letter from Sirius, otherwise she wouldn't be so angry...

When she decided to leave the office to take a look, she soon discovered a group of middle-aged wizards who were enthusiastically reminiscing about the past and cleaning their alma mater...