From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "It's great, Professor William, your obstacle spell is great."

　　On the way out of the kitchen, the administrator whom William was not familiar with did not hesitate to praise his language, as if William was not dealing with Pepi ghost, but his big enemy.

　　Professor Taylor, who failed to retaliate himself, looked a little bit distracted. Although he solemnly expressed his gratitude, he didn't say much on the way back, as if some revenge was brewing. This William was completely understandable.

　　 If it were him, I might want to fix Pippi Gui with a petrification curse and put it in the office for a week as a decoration.

　　 But no matter how Professor Taylor planned the next revenge, the operation against Pippi was successfully completed.

　　 As an elf that has existed longer than most people in the castle, there is no special reason why they should not be driven out of the castle—especially if they can’t be driven out.

　　 Administrator Filch said goodbye to William and the others halfway, and returned to his office.

　　 "William, are you back? Have you found Pippi?"

"Yes, Professor Taylor successfully blasted Pippigui's head with an obstacle curse. After he recovered, he could only get out of the kitchen cursingly. Of course, my credit was not small. I managed to control that guy. live."

　　 William brazenly blew the cowhide, with an exaggerated expression on his face, like a drunk customer in a broken cauldron bar.

　　 Adams didn't have any desire to pierce the cowhide, but there was an uncontrollable laughter from the table beside him.

　　William subconsciously looked towards the source of the laughter and found that the little Aphra, whose wizard's robe was dried by magic, was squatting in the corner avoiding everyone's gaze. He just made a sound because he couldn't help it.

　　 Following the gazes of William and the others, Aphra moved her body, and then closed her eyes tightly.

　　Professor Taylor gave her an angry look, then walked back to his desk angrily, leaving behind William with a bewildered look and Adams who was holding back a laugh.

　　 "This is? Are you angry with Professor Taylor?"

　　 William lowered his voice.

　　 "No, she is chanting a spell so that she can be invisible."

　　 "Invisible?"

　　 William took a serious look again, and then realized that he didn't seem to have the fluoroscopic hanger open, and he couldn't help but ask a question.

　　 "Of course not now, Afrah's magical talent is very good, just like Yirong Magnus, who is born with a phantom spell. Last time we accompany her to hide and seek, but we found her when she was hungry."

　　 This is what she came out by herself!

　　 "In order to prevent her from being lost, a special spell was cast on her robe-but she doesn't know yet."

"and so?"

　　 "Professor Taylor didn't fight hard enough today. She still thought she was a mushroom, but she was afraid of being beaten, so she hid it."

　　...

　　 You bullied a little girl so much, it's too much.

　　 In order to show his noble taste, William pulled out a reference book from the table where he always stayed, and read it seriously.

　　 At this look, William was stuck, and Adams found a companion playing wizard chess, but he didn't come to bother.

　　 Just as William solved a problem, he suddenly felt that his leg was poked by something.

　　 "Reading for too long, my feet numb?"

　　 William changed his posture, and then the other calf began to feel something poking slightly.

　　 This made him lower his head and saw a timid little face.

　　 "Uncle Chocolate, you can't see me."

　　 Afrah looked serious.

　　 William held back his smile, looked around pretendingly, and then pretended to find nothing.

　　 "Stop looking, Uncle Chocolate, it's me, Afra."

　　 She poked William in the leg again.

　　 "Uncle Chocolate?"

　　 The little head nodded heavily, and then as if suddenly realized something, Afrah showed that I was a fool.

　　 "That, it's me, Afra. I'm invisible!"

　　 The last sentence carries a little pride, like a child who just got full marks.

　　 "Invisible, why? Are you angry with your father?"

　　 She shook her head quickly, and said in a very small voice:

　　 "I want to grow up quickly!"

　　 "Why don't you have some chocolate?" William habitually took out his inventory-after coming out of Azkaban, he never lacked chocolate in his pocket.

　　 Only then did he remember what the little girl called him.

　　 Sure enough, like Adams said, the child is hungry.

　　 She peeled off the wrapping paper carefully, and then whispered thank you to William as if remembering something. Then she bit off a small half of the chocolate, and then, like a squirrel, she held the rest of the chocolate in her hands.

　　 "Eh, by the way, aren't you a mushroom?"

　　 "Yes, Afrah is a mushroom, but Dad won't let me water it."

　　 "But if the mushroom eats chocolate, it will be poisoned."

　　 William has a serious expression on his face.

　　 Afraid was stunned, glanced at Chocolate, and then at herself, her expression became horrified.

　　 "Poisoned, but it can be saved. Just get an injection from the school hospital, just the kind of long, thin needle with some bitter potions. UU reading www.uukānshu.com"

　　 School hospitals in the magic world should have injections, right?

　　William gradually entered the role. He stretched out his hand, rubbed Afrah’s head, and then took out a piece of chocolate.

　　 "Anyway, I'm going to get an injection and drink a potion. It's fine to take another piece."

　　 The six-year-old girl looked at the chocolate, with a life-thinking expression on her face.

　　 With determination, she quickly ate two pieces of chocolate, and then squatted down at the table and fell silent.

　　 "Go ahead, or a few more shots."

　　 William picked up the book, rubbed her little head, and walked quickly towards the door of the lounge.

　　 "Dad, help me! I don't want injections, don't drink potions!"

　　 Across the door of the lounge, William could hear the crying inside.

　　 Yes, I won’t be beaten, right?

　　 William is a little unsure.

　　—

　　Diary

　　"On the fifth day of coming to Hogwarts, I resumed the habit of keeping a diary.

　　 Today is the first day.

　　 If you have to find a tall reason, it is probably because you want to persuade yourself or humans, and here to record the joy of life?

　　Professor Taylor is surprisingly gentle. He just hopes that I don’t provide too much chocolate to Afra. It is not good for a small child to eat too much chocolate.

　　 (Should I ask Owl to send me an order or take time to buy some in the next village?)

　　 Many professors unexpectedly appeared in the lounge. Even Professor McGonagall was unusually gentle today, but he didn't see the principal.

　　 Well, today is a day full of hope.

　　 Again—I hope I won’t break my diary tomorrow when I get drunk. "

　　Ps: There will be tomorrow during the day, but it will be fine tonight.