From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"I had a feeling something bad was going to happen."

"Yes, if the mystery is disturbed, life at Hogwarts will not be peaceful."

After Professor Kettleburn left, Adams looked worried, and Singed was equally cautious.

"Why are you two pretending to be professors of divination? I remember that you two taught herbal medicine, and the other taught alchemy. You can't even touch divination, right?"

William sneered at the mysterious expressions on their faces and sneered mercilessly, "I dare say that even if I give you two a crystal ball, you will only be able to see the reflection of the things around you."

It's not like they haven't talked about issues related to divination. There are really too few talented divination practitioners. If the Ministry of Magic hadn't allocated a large amount of special funds every year to maintain this course, this course would have become It's the same sixth grade elective course as alchemy.

Therefore, it is normal for one of the three to be an idiot in divination - whether it is number divination, astrology divination, tea divination, crystal ball divination... and a series of other things, they are all quite average and know nothing about it.

"No, William, this is your problem. Although we don't understand divination, you don't understand Professor Kettleburn."

It was rare that Adams didn't come back with sarcasm and defended quite seriously.

"The old professor is very nice. He can play well with young people and he has no airs. Although he made some mistakes in the past, isn't he almost retired now?"

"It is precisely because Professor Kettleburn is retiring that we suspect he is going to cause something big - I suspect he intends to restore the tradition he has destroyed."

"Tradition?"

William was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of the famous case about this professor - because the magical creatures used in the performances provided by the professor burned down the auditorium, so from that time on, Hogwarts strictly prohibited all kinds of plays. .

"Yes, you guessed it right, it might be opera - Professor Kettleburn is retiring. I just saw him listening very happily. I suspect he wants to play something big now and conduct an opera in the school before retiring. An opera performance.”

Adams looked at William and nodded in agreement with his idea.

"No way?"

William raised questions, but he didn't believe it himself - this lively old man was too senior, Professor McGonagall would definitely not be able to stop him, and Dumbledore would probably be too embarrassed to stop him - these were not counted. What, but if you add the pushy Professor Lockhart, God knows what trouble will happen!

After today's performance inspired Professor Kettleburn's desire for opera, William found it hard to believe that Professor Kettleburn would not ask Professor Lockhart to collaborate. Although he usually likes to eat melons and watch the fun, there is still something wrong with him. Carrying a curse!

The last time the school auditorium was burned down, a large number of teachers and students were hospitalized. This time the new professor was sent to the hospital with missing arms and legs. It didn't sound like there was any logical problem at all.

Professor Kettleburn was the man who had lost two and a half of his own limbs. William had no doubt that something had happened. This professor could have taken off a leg for him - he knew it alone could cause permanent damage. The number of magical creatures in the wound can't be counted on one hand!

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A person of Professor Kettleburn's age would definitely not listen to other people's advice. In fact, the old professor did not appear at the dinner table at night. According to the portrait in the castle, the old professor has become extremely... Be energetic.

For this reason, William began to carry a large amount of white fresh food to treat injuries, and increased the number of bezoars - a universal antidote in herbal medicine - to three.

What could he do?

When Professor Kettleburn started to prepare the plan, even Professor McGonagall's advice was of no use. How could a new professor manage his old comrade?

Besides, he was just guessing... How can anyone be convicted because of guessing? Is it unnecessary?

Don't look at Adams and the others who are joking and having fun. When the old professor is short of people, they will definitely sign up enthusiastically. How can an old professor who has dedicated his life have a bad heart?

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To the surprise of most people, Professor Lockhart's club was a huge success, with long queues forming in his office on the first night, although those who inquired came out without forgetting An autograph was requested, but this did not affect Professor Lockhart's lost reputation among students.

Even at the dinner table the next day, Professor Lockhart began to take the initiative to talk about his course - this was the first time this had happened since the first lecture failed.

"If you want to show them the distance, adhering to a magic spell will only make their knowledge shallow. I guess they must be looking forward to today's class. So, see you later, Professor William."

Lockhart greeted William and the others, then got up and headed to the classroom.

'Look at the distance, Professor Lockhart, I hope you don't cooperate with Professor Kettleburn. You just bring some death songs to the university. If the old professor really wants to act in a play, I doubt that the curse effect will wait. By the time of the release and rehearsals, you have to leave school. ’

But this matter obviously cannot be said - neither the curse of the course nor the old professor's problem of burning down the auditorium are secrets. William is aware of it, and it is obviously impossible for Professor Lockhart, a graduate of Hogwarts, not to know about it. Not only does it have no warning effect, but it will offend a lot of people.

With a sigh, William put down the tableware, stood up and left the table.

"Then I'm going to class. See you later."

"See you."

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"Good morning, classmates. I haven't seen you for a week. How do you feel today?"

"I feel very good professor, but it's a pity that I can't wear a hat."

The bold student took up William's words.

Last time, a seventh grade student wore a hat to Professor Snape's class. After the incident, Professor McGonagall strictly prohibited students from his own college from wearing hats during class.

All the students also laughed mischievously. Professor Snape was too partial to his own school and had a very bad reputation among the students.

"Okay, let's leave the matter of wearing hats as it is. Gentleman's agreement. If you don't wear hats in my class, I won't deduct points from you because of hats - it's settled."

William exaggeratedly made a deal-making gesture, and then patted the table.

"Okay, now, let's not talk about hats. Well-internship is all about transportation, so let's talk about Apparition."

"Now, those of you who have passed the Apparition exam, raise your hands."

Everyone in the classroom raised their hands - those who can learn advanced classes on their own are basically indistinguishable in other magics.

“It’s great – even though we didn’t plan on teaching it, it’s great that everyone is good at it.”

"Then, who can tell me what is the most common problem with Apparition?"

"Split, Professor."

A Gryffindor answered the question with a raised hand.

"There are no questions, but the questions are too easy and don't get any points."

A disappointed voice came from below, but William ignored it calmly.

"That's right, split body—one of the most common injuries. In this class, let's talk about how to deal with common wounds."

On the second lesson of the school year, William changed his course schedule for the first time out of concern.

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