From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Only the potion remains...thank God."

When Harry came out of the office after Moody's special training class, he couldn't help but think of the time he was nervously trained by Professor William during the summer vacation two years ago.

At that time, he was full of insecurities. When he passed the street corner, he felt that a Sirius would suddenly come out and use his black magic that could blow up a street.

"It's almost the same now..." Harry turned around and glanced at the office door that had just been closed - Moody was much more vivid and terrifying when teaching.

Compared with Professor William's assumptions and predictions, Professor Moody always likes to use the scars on his body as teaching materials. Even with the corner of his head, he can tell that a dark wizard who is in Azkaban or has been sleeping came from a similar place. Find out the experience.

'He is more of a practical person than Professor William...but his handling methods are less of a professor...'

While dragging his exhausted body from all kinds of training towards the lounge, Harry compared the two professors - whether it was the means of attack, the determination of spell casting or the damage of spells, Professor Moody's Both sides are very powerful, but have far fewer means of retreat.

'He probably really killed a lot of wizards legally...'

Harry has never taken Moody's class, but as of today, this professor is not that difficult to get along with. Apart from his somewhat demanding requirements and strange behavior, there is nothing uncomfortable about him. .

To be precise, he would rather train multiple times at night than take part in tutoring for Potions class-not to mention that it is a bit embarrassing to be called to tutor because of poor potions grades. Professor Slughorn just wants to take it. His prey-like look made Harry quite uncomfortable...

However, his physical fatigue has made it impossible for him to think too much. Now he urgently wants to return to the dormitory, take a shower and change clothes, and then take a short nap before making up for classes at night - just a little while, he It's so tiring.

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"Harry! I passed!"

When Harry's figure appeared in the dormitory, Ron, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, couldn't wait to rush forward and gave Harry a big hug.

He really wanted to share this feeling with Harry. He passed the primary election and was still the best performer!

As long as he performs well enough in tomorrow's retest, he can join the academy team for training as a formal member!

"Great, congratulations."

A look of ecstasy naturally appeared on Harry's extremely tired face - and then he jerked back.

pain…

Although the injured face during training in the afternoon was treated with magic, Moody's healing spells are life-saving ones, so don't expect them to be very precise. Just when he grinned, he pulled on the wound... In short, it was very painful. It hurts.

"your face…"

Ron glanced at Harry's face, and the idea of ​​bragging about breaking his arm during his last save was completely abandoned - it looked very painful...

"I got injured during training, it's a common thing."

"Dumbledore's course?"

Ron became interested - or there were few people in the wizarding world who wouldn't be interested.

"Ah, this isn't it, it's Professor Moody's course... I haven't learned what Dumbledore taught yet..."

Just as Harry was about to talk to Ron about the content of Dumbledore's lecture, the door to the dormitory was suddenly opened, and Neville walked in uneasily with a few books under his arm.

After briefly greeting them, Neville returned to his bedside worriedly and began to nervously flip through the books he had brought back.

After being interrupted by Neville, Harry lost interest in describing what he had done. He quickly put on his clothes, went to take a shower and changed, then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, sleeping until dinner started, in a daze. I was woken up by Ron in a daze.

"Good evening."

Harry yawned and stood up, feeling sore all over.

"Good evening."

The smile on Ron's lips still can't go away, because because of passing the preliminary examination, many people already know that the prefect of this year is a good player in Quidditch, and he can at least be among the top three in the whole hospital in terms of goalkeeping.

After all, it was the weekend, and many people came to ask questions - for Ron, even if he couldn't make the house team, he was a little satisfied, at least many people thought he was very good at Quidditch.

"Let's have dinner together?"

They called Neville, but Neville rejected them with a sad face.

Before the two of them could ask, Neville had already begun to talk about his current confusion with a worried look on his face.

"Professor Slughorn felt that my potion skills were really bad. He sent me a separate letter and asked me to go to his place to make up lessons tonight."

Neville looked up, fear written all over his face.

"I…"

"I must have behaved really badly and messed up everything on his end, even causing an explosion in his office."

He desperately put his hands on a pile of books. Only now did Harry and Ron notice that they were all books about potions, including some books about quick potions that Snape had ridiculed.

Just when Ron and Harry were about to say something, Neville waved his hand, "I'll read some more. You guys go to eat first. Just remember to bring me some sandwiches..."

"If grandma knew that I was being dragged alone by the professor to make up classes, and then blew up the professor's office, I can't imagine what she would say... maybe it would be another shouting letter..."

Neville couldn't be persuaded like this, and Harry and Ron couldn't force him away - if the books he read were spread, they might be ridiculed by the Slytherin guys.

It's okay to read a book, although it may not be useful, but at least I won't feel so panicked.

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"I still need to make up some extra classes...that new professor is real..."

Ron sighed, "But Neville's potion does seem like a disaster, and it does need some guidance from the professor - but I think it's because of Snape. Neville's cauldron didn't explode in the last class, right?" "

"Make up lessons..."

Ron was stunned for a moment and looked at Harry with a slightly confused expression, "Wait a minute, didn't you say you have to go to Professor Slughorn's place for training at night?"

He looked at Harry, and Harry looked at him. Neither of them spoke.

…

Ron secretly pinched his thigh with his left hand, trying hard not to laugh and to maintain a basic composure.

There wasn't much difference between his and Harry's potions scores. In most cases, Harry was a little better, but this time - he wasn't dragged into making up lessons!

After a long time, Ron finally controlled his expression and said to Harry without any emotion:

"Let's go and eat first..."