From Azkaban To Hogwarts

When William spoke, the prisoners in the cell consciously stopped cursing, as if the people who just mocked them had nothing to do with them.

This was not because they suddenly had qualities or repented of their actions. The reason why they stopped was simple - the strikers and dementors were all watching this man cast spells, but no one stood up. Blocking, that's enough.

William looked at the students with a smile, and then took out the roster from the batter's side.

"The cell over here."

He pointed to the cell where the prisoner who had been cast by him was held, and looked at the roster in his hand, "A fraudster, a thief, and one who has disguised himself many times in Muggle society..."

wipe! Why is there everyone?

William looked at the case introduced above, where he was arrested for pretending to be an exhibitionist many times in Muggle society, and then had to resort to magic to escape after being beaten in a Muggle prison, thereby violating the secrecy law, and was stunned for a moment.

"In short," he abruptly changed the subject, "the crimes of most of them are not that serious, but why did they become what they are today?"

He took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, "I tell you, it's just for this! In Azkaban, a life without chocolate is worse than death. Here, in the private transactions of prisoners, every two Such a small chocolate is worth a Galleone!”

This price shocked the students present. They had no idea that those small chocolates were so valuable.

"You think I'm going to tell you that they are extremely valuable?"

William put the chocolate back into his pocket, "No, I just want to tell you that even if you swallow the chocolate that is as expensive as gold here, it will only relieve the emptiness that is constantly being swallowed by dementors. feel!"

"The reason for all this is simple, crime." William looked at the students. "This is the only wizard prison in the UK. When you were students, when you broke the law, you would first be given a serious warning, and if you break the law again, you may be expelled. Or even break the wand."

"But you will soon lose your status as students. I know that many of you are looking forward to your life after entering the magical society, thinking that you will live a good life, at least better than your parents."

"I also know that some of you haven't had time to plan for the future until now. It doesn't matter. You can take your time. You are only seventeen or eighteen years old. You have time, energy, and the qualifications to fail. "

"But I hope you always keep your bottom line in mind and know what you should and shouldn't do. If you can't do it, then think about what they are like - just because of a little profit or a little greed, they are... Is it worth sending it here?”

"Seeing those..."

William was just about to talk about the dementors and introduce their ferocity when he suddenly remembered that he was in the wrong place and immediately changed the topic, "Have you seen those prisoners? Most of them, you can even say that every one of them Everyone has graduated from Hogwarts or dropped out."

Professor McGonagall frowned but said nothing.

"They have all received the education you have received. Most of them, like you, have looked forward to the future when they graduated. At that time, they would never have thought that one day they would be imprisoned for this or that kind of fault. Azkaban is coming, but the reality is this, they entered Azkaban, and they will do anything to deceive you, a group of students who have just come of age, out of the chocolate in your hands!"

"They talk sweet words, they deceive, they threaten, and they even vent their pain on you because of being imprisoned and losing their wands! How could they at the beginning, who had just graduated, think or hope that they would do such a thing? The person who is responsible for the matter?"

"Look carefully, think carefully. I know you feel that everything in front of you seems to be far away. I know you feel that this has nothing to do with you at all - but you don't think that I don't know your private feelings. A duel?"

William looked around at the students, "You don't think that I don't know about your behavior of hiding your classmates' personal belongings to bully and exclude them, do you?"

"You don't think that Mr. Filch didn't catch you sneaking out at night because you have excellent hiding skills that are better than others, right?"

"You don't think I don't know that you are secretly discussing dangerous potions like love potions, right?"

"You don't think that fighting in private is cool. You will only get some punishment in school. It's the same in the magical society, right?"

"Then take a closer look at the people who were arrested for using false materials to make potions, the people who were imprisoned for insulting Muggles, the people who were imprisoned because of conflicts that destroyed this or that building and were unable to compensate, and those who were imprisoned because of People who try to deceive others with their consciously superior intelligence!”

"I object!"

A clear shout came from a cell.

"If everyone cooperates, there will be a chocolate frog added to breakfast tomorrow."

Without looking back, William shouted loudly - the vague commotion in all the cells stopped. What the batter said was even more unpleasant. After all, there is an extra chocolate frog here, right?

"I'll pay the bill," William lowered his voice and whispered to the beater beside him, then took out a small bag of Galleons and handed it to the beater, "Full ration, I think these should be enough."

"That's enough, Professor William, this is too embarrassing for you..."

The beater had a smile on his face, but he was not slow at all in putting away the money bag.

"Okay, we've seen enough here," William shook his head, "Let's go inside and have a look."

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"The principal is a little angry."

Taking advantage of the time when the walking team was relatively compact, Lu Ping walked a few steps quickly, stood next to William, and whispered.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem."

William lowered his voice - Professor McGonagall has been the vice-principal for as many years as Dumbledore has been the principal, and has been in charge of the school's work. If you count the time, most of the prisoners here are students from that year, he said so , it’s strange that the professor is not angry.

But it’s not a big problem. Professor McGonagall was just inspired by the situation. William’s students have already entered Azkaban. Who can avoid this kind of thing? Confucius only produced 72 sages out of 3,000 disciples. How could he? How can one expect that all students will not go astray?

If a few students can be reduced to Azkaban, and a few students can be restrained when considering committing crimes in the future, this class is meaningful. He dare not ask for more, especially in the current environment. It's - it's so messy.

"That's good, as long as you know."

Lupine was as cautious as ever - when he was in school, he had to control his friends, and after work, he had to worry about ubiquitous discrimination, and he had no choice.

"Don't worry, I know what's appropriate."

The prisoners in the outer circle are used to warn other houses, while the intensive prison area is for Slytherin students to reflect - maybe they have heard of the name Azkaban, but so far, in the last war, from this Only one Sirius was left alive.

There are even some buildings here that are still being repaired and reinforced - William and the others arrived too early, and the traces left by the unknown suspected Death Eaters who stormed Azkaban are still there.

The prisons deep in Azkaban are fortified by various magics, making them extremely difficult to destroy and extremely difficult to repair.

But now the depths are not crowded at all - although some buildings were destroyed in the aftermath of the battle, a small number of prisoners were taken out and escaped, and others died during the conflict.

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"It's so quiet."

Fred moved closer to his brothers. This place was so out of place for them that they even had the urge to cast a spell to overthrow the place.

Although they don't look like they can't live without chocolate like other students, now the two of them feel that they are not suitable for this place at all.

"Mr. Black actually resisted demolishing this place...I can't imagine how he got here."

If the outer circle is vulgar and sad, then the depths of Azkaban are filled with silence and despair - they can't imagine that Mr. Black, the generous investor, and Mr. Padfoot, the mischievous forerunner and leader, can actually be like this. To live in a place that is completely incompatible with his personality.

"I even find it difficult to breathe."

George whispered, and then in order to make the classmates around him happier, he increased his breathing intensity to make it sound a little loud.

"Ugh...damn it, what does it smell like!"

After the small breath turned into a deep breath, an indescribable smell floated to George's nose, and he almost spit it out because of such a simple thing.

Normally, Azkaban must be cleaned when someone visits it, but William and the others were so anxious not to mention it, and specifically asked not to clean it, so as to keep the original taste of Azkaban for all students to see.

As time went by, the students gradually began to smell the smell. They looked at the professors in confusion, only to realize that the four professors had placed a large bubble curse on themselves from some unknown time.

'Damn...if this is an exam...'

Montague looked at the other students in his college with dissatisfaction. Apart from him, there were only four people who cast the Bubble Curse in the first place - this was a quite dissatisfying number, not even Hufflepuff. There are so many!

To be precise, most of the Hufflepuff students actually cast the Bubble Curse immediately, even the famous little one who failed the exam was no exception.

Although this has the reason why everyone is imagining how to fight back after being ridiculed just now, the current situation is really shameful.

'After being scolded for a few times, I suddenly lost my judgment and reaction ability... Really, after I went back, I had to ask the prefects for a special training. I was about to graduate, but it was still like this...'

He got angry, waved his wand and briefly judged the source of the smell, then walked over quickly - he wanted to see who it was that made them almost lose their lives.

As he approached the cell door, Moody turned his magic eye and looked over there, showing a weird smile, but did not stop him, causing him to get closer.

"This is…"

Montague almost vomited - an unrecognizable person was lying in a pile of filth, and the stench came from there.

Fortunately, even flies didn't dare to fly in Azkaban, and it was freezing cold during this period, so the smell didn't spread much, so it barely polluted the surroundings too much.

But Montague could no longer imagine what would happen in the summer. He could no longer imagine such a scene in his mind.

He left there with a little panic, and came to William's side in small steps.

"Professor, over there?"

"Going crazy."

William's words were concise and concise.

"how come?"

"Why not...except for the top dark wizards, how many of them are not going crazy here?"

"Can…"

"But how could this happen?"

William shook his head, "There are different degrees of madness. He is the worst, and he has been able to hold on for these days - I thought he would have died of madness... Did you see the pile of little dirt bags at the door? ?”

"That's..." Panic appeared on Mengtai's face.

"That's right, as you think, there are no prisoners who can leave here - or rather, the Death Eaters who were imprisoned. Except for Sirius, who was wrongly accused and the one who was rescued this time, the rest are all there."

"Because they are Death Eaters, Professor?"

"No, because of what they did." William sighed, "Or, as far as I know, most of the Death Eaters did things that would put them in Azkaban for the rest of their lives."

He patted Montague on the shoulder, "Slytherin students are always very united and very exclusive, but no matter what, you have to remember that those Muggle-born wizards are just like you, who have awakened magical abilities and obtained They have acquired a wand, learned to cast spells little by little, and graduated as wizards little by little. They have not stolen anyone's efforts."

He had said this a lot on weekdays, but he still said it once to Montague - this was a very talented and unscrupulous student, and the Dark Lord liked this kind of student the most.

"…Yes, Professor."

William here didn't make a speech - he usually spoke enough, and he also let these students see the results of the Death Eaters.

The cruelty of the Death Eaters, the influence of dark magic, what happened at that time, everything has been said before, but now it is just laid out there, and it is useless to repeat it.

"Okay, let's end it like this. Don't let the beaters take on more shifts. They are warriors who protect the magical world, not prisoners. Every moment they stand guard here is a sacrifice."

"I think what you want to see and what you don't want to see are all seen now. It's time for us to go back."

William nodded towards the students, and then he and the other three professors counted the number of people for the last time, organized the team, and began to send the students back to the Ministry of Magic through the Floo network in batches.

William was the last to leave. He sincerely thanked the batters, took one last look here, and stepped into the fire.

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