From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 People don’t suffer from lack and unevenness.

The meaning of 　　 is very simple. When the game is about to lose, everyone has a 0/8 record. The team atmosphere is quite harmonious, but when everyone's pits are not the same, the noise will naturally come.

　　 Near noon in the Hufflepuff common room, Dennis, a fifth-grade student who had finished his busy course in the morning, just came back and saw two acquaintances in Xia Gaobushi.

　　 "Dennis, do you come to Gobstone?"

　　 The two seniors from the seventh grade enthusiastically sent an invitation.

　　 "Forget it, I'm going crazy, there is no time to go to Gobish, I just went to the history of magic, and found that I did not understand anything after a class, but Professor Bins also arranged the paper!"

Professor Bins is the only ghost professor at Hogwarts who can survive 007. Except for forgetting some things from time to time, his course has not been complained because the students are not too much in class, this The old professor will ignore it-for some students, the best thing about this professor is forgetting to assign homework.

"Fifth grade, forbearance, there are not many people at Hogwarts studying the history of magic, you can give up at that time, anyway, there are not many professions that require a certificate in the history of magic. But Professor Bins actually remembers to assign homework, it seems this year The pass rate of the history of magic should be improved."

　　 "I hope so, by the way, the black magic in the morning-okay, wizard self-defense magic learning class, how about it, how many hang up?"

　　 Dennis asked casually.

　　 I have been tortured by the history of magic for too long in the morning. I need some negative emotions from others to add happiness-come, Jacob, Pete, tell me your unhappiness and make everyone happy.

　　 "How many hang up?"

　　 The two seventh-graders under the Gaobushi looked at each other, and finally remembered the question of how many seventh-graders would fail the exam like fifth-graders discussed in the morning.

　　 Then, a smile quickly appeared on their faces-it was more interesting than Gobstone.

　　 "Exams? No exams at all. Not only were there no exams, we also took a very vivid lesson. We didn't open the textbook from beginning to end. I think this is the best magic self-defense class I have ever had at Hogwarts!"

　　 The seventh-grade student said without blushing what made William shy—in fact, he didn't even take out the magic wand in this lesson, let alone any advanced magic.

　　 But compared to the first class of fifth graders, as long as they don’t take exams, everything is heaven.

　　 Happiness is a comparison, especially when a fifth-grade friend is still complaining about the newly-arranged essay, so the other one quickly made up for it.

　　 "Well, not only is the course excellent, there are no homework assignments, no essays, and no magic exercises."

　　 "Just kidding!"

"No, it's not good to lie to you. You can ask other people. It seems that in the three grades that Professor William brought, the first class is for the exam, and the sixth grade courses are just as interesting, but they Just one more paper."

　　 "Huh? Dennis? Where are you going?"

　　 "Dormitory, prepare that **** paper before lunch!"

　　 Dennis left the two seventh-grade friends without looking back, and the fifth-grade students who followed the inquiries about the information also dispersed with interest, and complained about 12 points for the dead O.W.Ls exam.

　　 The **** exam, if it wasn't coming, how could our course become like this! ! !

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　　 "William, you look happy?"

　　 "It's kind of-I've finished the work this week, prepare for a little lesson, and then it's the weekend."

　　 "You should look at Hinged, he will have no class after class on Tuesday..."

　　 Adams motioned to the alchemy professor next to him with his chin, indicating that William still had too little knowledge.

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　　 "You have to learn to adapt, Adams, people are different from people, there is no need to be too careless, learn to change the direction of thinking about everything, and you will find things brighter all of a sudden."

　　 William replied solemnly.

　　 "What you said is a bit convoluted, change direction?"

　　 "Yes, Adams, thinking that you have to get up early on Friday and go to work in the greenhouse, I won't be jealous at once."

　　 The response to William was an extremely indecent gesture made by Adams.

　　 "The students are looking at you, I think you don't want to go to Professor McGonagall to explain."

　　 The professor of alchemy made a right cut-his language was quite sharp when he was not in the bar.

　　 The three people chatted, and Professor Snape came over in the hall with a grim look.

　　 "Why does Professor Snape look like this again-the potions class has exploded the cauldron again?"

　　 "Isn't it normal to fry the crucible? How many beginners don't fry it?"

William retorted with his basic knowledge of mixed rice business—not to mention being a new student, even those who relied on potion mixed rice to experiment with new medicines would roll over when they experimented with new medicines. The crucible is too normal.

　　 "Frying the crucible is not like this, maybe it is because of Professor Lockhart-sorry ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Adams."

The professor of alchemy said halfway and immediately found something wrong. Although it was not there for a week, most of the professors in the castle knew how much Professor Lockhart was able to express himself. By his side, normal wizards even suffocated the next moment. feel.

　　 But Adams admired Lockhart, the herbal medicine professor yearned for adventure and was not available, so he could only substitute himself through those readings.

　　 "It doesn't matter, there is no perfect wizard. If he likes obscurity, I probably won't see such wonderful adventure stories in my life. But then again, why is Professor Snape so angry?"

　　 "It's not me anyway-as everyone knows, Professor Snape doesn't like any Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and I am no exception."

　　 William shifted the subject through self-deprecating-idols, if there is no fundamental conflict, it is better not to argue.

　　 "I think it makes sense. Professor Snape deliberately sat on the other side of the table even during the meal. How could it be you-eh? What's the situation with Gryffindor today?"

　　 "What's the situation?"

　　 William followed Adams's gaze and saw that at the Gryffindor dining table, a small group of students dressed up in formal attire was out of place, making the small piece of dining table style very strange.

　　 "This group of children, it's not the beginning of school, nor the holiday, what are they doing in such a formal dress?"

　　 Adams murmured casually, but William suddenly felt something wrong.

　　 Those faces, he seems very familiar.

　　Especially when Professor Snape's face swept across the students, and his face became more ugly, William suddenly realized that something was wrong.

　　Ps: Chapter 2 in the daytime