From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Dang-dang-dang!"

The annoying alarm clock rang in his ears. The confused William waved his hand impatiently, and then the world became quiet again.

Even if it's not winter, the warm quilt still forms a seal that can bind most people to death, and William is no exception.

When William got out of the quilt with satisfaction and woke up completely, he found that all the plans he had made last night were scrapped.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would have planned to invite Hagrid back to the Leaky Cauldron to visit Old Tom - but now everything has been ruined.

‘I remember this thing should sound on time? ’

With doubts, William looked at the alarm clock that had been delivered with his luggage when he just arrived - William guessed that this thing was to prevent the professor from being late - this little magical machine had been working well.

'There is nothing wrong with the alarm and it appears to have been stopped by magic - I confirm I set it yesterday. ’

William tried to recall whether he had ever gotten up and waved a wand to turn off the alarm clock. After thinking for a long time, he finally recalled the fact that he seemed to have stopped the alarm clock by waving his hand in the air.

'It stands to reason that after mastering the system's application magic and holding the wand, such unconscious spellcasting will become less and less. Why do you suddenly use it? ’

After putting the alarm clock back on, William put down his wand and began to try to find the feeling of casting a spell without a wand - the plan was already messed up anyway, so he didn't care how messed up it was.

But after half an hour passed, William found nothing.

After confirming that he could not make any breakthrough in this area in the short term, William recorded some useful and useless thoughts on paper and put them away together with the diary.

It's time to get down to business.

——

Hagrid doesn't come to the restaurant to dine very often on weekdays, because some of the creatures in the Forbidden Forest need Hagrid to supplement their food, and he also raises some cuties in the Forbidden Forest that need to be fed - this is Hagrid's original words.

Because of this, William has not seen Hagrid since he came to work in the castle for a week.

On weekdays, William still has to prepare course content and self-study. Today is a day where he can take a relaxing vacation. It just so happens that we can go out for a walk together, which is also considered a vacation.

"Hagrid, are you home?"

Far away from Hagrid's hut, William shouted freely.

"William?"

A higher voice came from the house, as if trying to compete with William to see whose voice was louder.

Then, William heard heavy footsteps, the door was opened, and the smiling face of the hybrid giant poked out.

"weekend?"

"Weekend. Do you have any plans during the day to go drink at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Great - oh, wait, I'm afraid not, but William, please come in first. Although you can't go drinking today, I think I can introduce you to some friends."

Hagrid looked excited and prepared to agree, but as if something suddenly occurred to him, he looked regretful.

William entered the house in a good-natured manner, and then found that the person in the house seemed to be an acquaintance—to be precise, an acquaintance who hated him unilaterally.

The three cards lay quite well in the card library, and by the way, he was given a title as a gift.

The little witch who was most familiar with him and was the most naughty was obviously surprised at the moment, and then quickly turned into well-hidden anger.

A person whom William was familiar with, and who had been introduced in countless black magic books, was looking at him blankly at this moment.

The remaining one was staring at the basin in a daze, as if there was something in the basin that attracted him.

"Three students, your friends?"

"Yes, my three friends," Hagrid responded with a bright smile, "You know Hermione and William, and the rest are Harry and Ron. I think you always know Harry, then Ron. That’s how we got to know each other.”

Reasonable and convincing.

Just when William was about to praise the three of them as a teacher, something embarrassing happened.

The kid named Ron took a sip into the big copper basin, but the vomit was unusual—it was huge slugs.

"Is this a curse?"

William's knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he had crazily made up for after being released from prison, allowed him to immediately determine Ron's situation.

He curiously walked around Ron, preparing to break the curse - although the three little guys hated him, this did not affect his ability to protect students as a professor.

After all, hatred is hatred. These three little guys have done nothing but give away three handfuls of wool. How can they be put in solitary confinement just because they collected three cards?

While wandering around, William discovered something was wrong - this spell was surprisingly powerful, not at the level of a student. Even for adults, few wizards could do it.

"Which professor used the evil curse? Isn't this kind of punishment excessive for dealing with students?"

William's tone suddenly became serious - whether he deducted points, put him in solitary confinement, or even asked him to wash the chamber pot, how could he attack a student just because his magic power was stronger than his own?

"Not Professor, Professor."

"No? Could it be that Hogwarts has been invaded? Or maybe this student Ron took out his wand and shot himself?"

William made a firm judgment - unless he did it to himself, the spell would not be out of control like this. Magic power can only be undefended against magic power from the same origin.

"It's his wand, Professor, there's something wrong with Ron's wand."

…

William was stunned for two seconds.

Did you really put a curse on yourself?

"If you release it yourself, there is nothing you can do. Fortunately, the effect of the spell is not serious, and it will be more troublesome to undo it. Let's just leave it like this for now. I'll get used to it after vomiting."

William shook his head. A situation like this must be treated with potions. Only a wizard with a crushing spell can do it. Otherwise, he has to cover it with a deeper curse of the same effect and then remove the curse. Each one is more troublesome than the other. It's better to wait for the magic effect to pass.

"William, is there no other way?"

"Yes, but it will suffer more. I don't recommend it."

"Ugh..." The student named Ron vomited again and his face turned pale.

But he raised his head, looked at William, and wiped the sweat from his head with his hand: "Professor, I hope I can receive treatment. I feel like it can't get worse."

"Okay, hold it back and don't scream."

William took a few steps over, took out his wand, and tapped his stomach.

Ron's face turned pale, and then quickly turned red. His nose showed snot, tears couldn't stop coming from his tear ducts, and his face gradually became distorted.

Then, he bent down, holding the copper basin and vomited crazily, as if he was trying to spit out bile. Countless small particles emerged with gastric juice, then fell into the basin, and then began to squirm in the basin—— It's a spider the size of a grain of rice.

There was fear on his twisted face, his eyes lost focus, and he staggered down towards the basin. William's wand was lit for the second time.

"The curse is resolved immediately."

William chanted the spell softly while holding the unlucky child who had fainted - didn't you say you could accept it?