From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The Hogwarts graduate who sells illegal potions, the walking corpse-like felon, the researcher who studies himself in the cell - all kinds of people in the magical world. William thought he knew a lot of them, but he never expected that, The first non-human race he encountered in the magical world was also a strange flower.

A house elf who wants money.

The big guy used a series of introductions and fantasies to shape the various characteristics of this race, and then the guy in front of him destroyed everything with two sentences.

I have to endure it... He is a good person, and it is normal for accidents to happen occasionally...

‘Kukukuku’, William couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The big man turned his head and looked at William, his expression full of helplessness, as if you should laugh if you want, don't hold it in.

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The new inmate is a weirdo among house elves, and he's very good at fighting.

After refusing the cleaning responsibilities that the newcomers should bear, several guys who were preparing to teach the newcomers a lesson were given a good lesson by this little man with his fast fists and agile pace.

After the more capable guys were knocked down and only William and the others who were inexperienced in fighting were left, the newcomers naturally became the existence of the second class - they were all light-duty criminals, and they didn't have so many fights and killings.

After everyone had calmed down, the house elf named Gold Coin described his dream.

He didn't want to do any of the things traditional house elves took for granted - cleaning the house, cooking, and handling all kinds of household chores.

His dream is to be a great adventurer. If he takes a step back, he can also be a mercenary.

At present, he has taught himself how to crack common magic traps, identify and deal with common magical creatures in the wild, magical heraldry, wild survival and a series of subjects that are useful in adventure, and is actively preparing to set up his own adventure team. funds.

However, all these preparations were aborted - because he was unwilling to perform servant services and unable to pay the ransom fee, he was sent to Azkaban.

"I tried to convince them that as long as they let me go out for a year, I could bring back the three hundred galleons to redeem myself, but they didn't want to believe me."

The gold coin was leaning against the bed in the corner (Jiuzhi was glad that the new couple didn't force him to change beds), with a melancholy look on his face.

"So, I am a mercenary now. As long as you have Galleons, you can hire me to do various things - of course, I won't do the work of staying here for a while or cleaning."

What a personality.

William estimated that someone in the cell was definitely interested, because he was also tempted.

A guy who can fight like this can be used by five or six prisoners in prison. When no one has a magic wand, fists are the last word. If such a big killer can be hired for money, who wouldn't be tempted?

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

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

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

He is currently recognized as the strongest white wizard in the entire magic world, a living legend, and a walking epic. What's even more terrifying is that he is so powerful and has a head of flowing, smooth white hair that even almost reaches his waist.

This letter was sent by an old friend of his. In the letter, this friend proposed a new solution to a problem he was facing, but it was this new method that brought him more problems.

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

After clever folding and a wave of the wand, the parchment turned into a paper airplane and flew into the flames of the fireplace.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the office door opened, and an anxious female voice came over 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, although there is not a single student in the school now, we have too many things to be busy with. If you don't mind If so, I hope you can review next month’s funding application report and write a funding application report to the Ministry of Magic.”

The tall black-haired witch wearing an emerald green robe spoke to the old man in a suggestive tone, but her eyes firmly told the old man - if I don't do this, I will go on strike.

Minerva McGonagall, the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts, finally caught the headmaster Albus Dumbledore who had left the daily affairs behind at this moment.

Albus showed a helpless look, smiled gently, and then handed over the letter that had troubled him previously.

"How about some sizzling bees, Minerva?"

She habitually glanced at the name at the end of the letter, which made Professor McGonagall frown, but soon her eyebrows became tangled and she threw the letter directly on the table.

"What a joke! Albus, I don't understand what you mean by calling me here. If you are asking for my opinion, my opinion is never!"

"Relax, Minerva, it was just an idea."

"What the hell is this idea of ​​letting Azkaban prisoners come to teach at Hogwarts! Are you going to teach those children how to get to Azkaban?"

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

This sentence made Professor McGonagall calm down. As one of the few insiders, she knew very well what the situation of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor last year was. Last year, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts was the worst. The person who shouldn't have been chosen as a professor, the mysterious person who had been hiding was attached to the back of the professor's head and lurked in Hogwarts for almost a year!

"What's even worse is that it seems that even he himself can't control the curse."

"Albus, can't you fix it?"

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask, but soon realized her mistake - if the curse could be easily solved, Hogwarts would not recruit professors so frequently.

In fact, the professors over the years were all people who thought they had unique insights into 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 had been informed of what they might encounter before coming, but everyone thought it would be fine if they had sex with me.

But now there are fewer and fewer people who dare to challenge it - in fact, the latter position even has to use the precious combat power of the Order of the Phoenix. They could have done more things outside of school.

"Convene a school board meeting and tell them about the school's current problems. Either invest more money in the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or ask them not to agree to recruit prisoners to Azkaban, or ask them to provide candidates - —The school must have a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor anyway."

Professor McGonagall skillfully found an endorser for this new policy, and the two unanimously approved the decision.