From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Dangdangdang!"

　　 An annoying alarm clock rang in his ears, and the bewildered William waved his hand impatiently, and then the world calmed down again.

　　 Even if it is not in winter, the warm bed still constitutes a seal that can fix most people, and William is no exception.

　　 When William got out of the quilt contentedly and fully awake, he found that all the plans he made last night had been scrapped.

　　If there is no accident, he should have invited Shanghai Ge to go back to the Broke Cauldron to visit Old Tom together in the plan-but now it's all gone.

　　‘I remember this thing should sound on time? ’

　　 With doubts, William looked at the alarm clock that he had brought with his luggage when he first arrived—William guessed that this was to prevent the professor from being late—this little magical machine had been working well all the time.

　　‘There is nothing wrong with the alarm clock, and it seems to be stopped by magic—I confirm that I was on the alarm clock yesterday. ’

　　 William tried to remember whether he had the experience of getting up and waving his magic wand to turn off the alarm clock. After a long time of thinking, he finally barely recalled the fact that he seemed to have waved his hand in the air and stopped the alarm clock.

　　‘It stands to reason that after mastering the applied magic of the system and holding the magic wand, this kind of unconscious spellcasting will become less and less right. Why is it suddenly used? ’

　　 Set the alarm clock again, William put down his wand, and began to try to find the feeling of casting spells without using a wand-anyway, the plan has been disrupted, so I don't care if it gets messy.

　　 But after half an hour passed, William found nothing.

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

　　 It's time to go to business.

　　——

　　 Hagrid does not often come to the restaurant to eat, because some of the creatures in the forbidden forest need Hagrid to supplement food, and he also raises some cuties in the forbidden forest that need to be fed—this is what Hagrid said.

　　 Because of this, William hasn't seen Hagrid since working at the castle for a week.

　　 On weekdays, William had to prepare course content and self-study. Today is a day when he can easily give himself a holiday. If he happens to go out together, it is also a holiday.

　　 "Hagrid, are you at home?"

　　 Far away from Hagrid's cabin, William yelled freely.

　　 "William?"

　　 A higher voice came from the room, as if to have a louder voice than William.

　　 Then, William heard heavy footsteps, the door was opened, and the smiling face of the half-blood giant came out.

　　 "Weekend?"

　　 "Weekends. Are there any arrangements during the day to go to the Broken Cauldron Bar to drink?"

　　 "It's great—oh, wait, I'm afraid not, but, William, come in first. Although you can't go for a drink today, I think I can introduce a few friends to you."

　　 Hagrid was excited to agree, but he seemed to have thought of something suddenly, showing a regretful expression.

　　 William walked into the house steadily, and found that the people in the house seemed to be acquaintances—to be precise, they were acquaintances who hated him unilaterally.

　　 The three cards lay well in Kaku, and by the way, he gave him a title.

　　 The little witch who is most familiar with him and the most naughty at this moment was obviously surprised, and then quickly turned to cover up a good anger.

　　 The one that William was familiar with unilaterally, who had been introduced in countless black magic books, looked at him blankly at the moment.

　　 There is the one left, staring at the pot in a daze, as if there is something in the pot that attracts him.

　　 "Three students, are you friends?"

"Yeah, my three friends," Hagrid responded with a big smile, "Hermione William, you know, and the rest are Harry and Ron. I think you always know Harry, so Ron you I knew each other too."

　　 is well-founded and convincing.

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

　　 The child named Ron took a sip at the big copper basin, but the vomit was not common-it was a huge slug.

　　 "This is, the curse?"

　　 William's knowledge of Defence Against the Dark Arts, which he has made crazy lessons since his release from prison, made him judge Ron's situation at once.

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

　　 After all, hatred returned to hatred. These three little guys didn't do anything except for giving away three handfuls of wool. Could it be that the confinement of the students couldn't be achieved because they received three cards?

　　Walking around, William found something wrong-this spell is surprisingly powerful, it is not at the level of a student at all, even if it is placed on the side of an adult, it is rarely done by a wizard.

　　 "Which professor used the curse? Isn't it an excessive punishment for students?"

　　 William's tone became serious all of a sudden-no matter whether it was deducted points, put in confinement, or even let the chamber pot, how could anyone attack the students by relying on their own magic power than the students?

　　 "Not a professor, professor."

　　 "No? Had Hogwarts been invaded? Or, this classmate Ron took out his wand and gave him a shot?"

　　 William made a certain judgment-unless he did it on himself, the spell would not get out of control at all, and the magic power would only be undefended against the magic power of the same origin.

　　"It's his wand, professor, Ron's wand is out of order~www.NovelMTL.com~William was stunned for two seconds.

　　 Are you really cursing yourself?

　　 "If you release it by yourself, you can't do anything. Fortunately, the effect of the spell is not serious, and it will be more troublesome to solve the spell. Let it be like this, and you will get used to it."

William shook his head. In this case, he had to be treated with potions. It was only possible for a crushing wizard to cast spells. Otherwise, he would have to cover it with a deeper curse of the same effect and then solve the curse. Wait for the magic effect to pass.

　　 "William, is there no other way?"

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

　　 "Oh..." The student named Ron vomited another big mouth, 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 don't think it can be worse."

　　 "Well, hold back, don't bark."

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

　　 Ron's face turned pale, and then quickly became ruddy, his nose showed mucus, tears could not stop coming from the lacrimal glands, his face gradually twisted.

Afterwards, he bent down, holding the copper basin and vomiting frantically, as if he was about to spit out bile. Numerous small particles came out 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.

　　 With fear on his twisted face, his eyes lost focus, and the whole person swayed and fell down toward the basin, and William's wand was only tapped for the second time.

　　 "The curse is solved."

　　 William whispered the spell softly, and at the same time he held the unlucky boy who had passed out-didn't you say it was acceptable to you?