From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Chapter 1: The daily life of Azkaban

   "Tom's magic test results are not satisfactory, but also..."

  William was sitting by the only window in the cell where the sun could shine, telling a serious story to the surrounding prisoners, but this time the story was just started when it was interrupted by the prisoner who was booing below.

   "Magic exam, what exam? O.W.L. or N.E.W.T?"

   "Shut up, I'm going to talk about it or you?" William cast a blank glance at the loudest prisoner, who chuckled and shrank.

   "Ahem," William cleared his throat, gathered the crowd's attention again, and re-said: "Tom's magic exam results were not satisfactory, but he was admitted to Hogwarts."

   "Hogwarts is not taken! Freshmen who are admitted will receive a letter from Owl directly!"

   William was silent, and stared at the guy who kept lifting the bar.

"beat him!"

   is just telling a story. Applying the background of the story gives you a sense of substitution. Is this thing used to provoke?

Besides, he is not to be blamed for any loopholes. The Harry Potter story is at the level of a movie he has seen. It is not bad to remember the name Hogwarts. When he crosses over, he opens his eyes. Caban Prison is bad enough. It’s enough for him to cheer up and tell a story. Why does he demand so many details?

If it weren’t for the sake of improving his status in the cell, he would not even have the thought to speak—the magical knowledge in his mind is a huge treasure for him, just as a glutton meets a fly restaurant, and a picky reader meets a tasteful hundred. Wanzi works, lsp meets the famous autumn mountains...

The whole unknown but satisfying curiosity new world opened the door in front of him, as if the lottery ticket had scratched out the words congratulations. He wished to abandon the prisoners and study the magic alone, but obviously it was impossible. thing.

   This is Azkaban, the Wizarding Prison—unsocial people will not only be squeezed out, but also beaten.

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This is an eight-person cell for light prisoners. Eight iron beds are firmly fixed on the ground by magic, occupying most of the cell's space. There is a pool against the wall, and the toilet is next to the bed in the dark, plus A dilapidated iron table, which is also fixed, is all the possessions of this cell.

The eight prisoners are divided into three classes. Two guys who can get Azkaban's scarce supplies are naturally the first class characters. The three who can talk and get involved include William as the second class, and the remaining three The unlucky person can only become the third gear for work and miscellaneous tasks.

The one who was beaten at the moment was the third gear. It was much earlier than William, and the crime was not serious. When he was on the subway in Muggle World, he said that he was slapped, and was punched by a violent Muggle. After the two fight each other, this product hasn't beaten anyone. He sneaked in and used magic to turn each other into a pig in a place where no one was there. Then he surrendered himself. Because of the little influence, he was sentenced to three years.

   "William Jr, I just don't have a door on my lips, don't mind you, brothers are still waiting."

   The guy who was kicked while holding his head and squatting wasn't annoyed. Obviously the guys who kicked him left the scene without much effort.

In Azkaban’s daily life, everything except the prisoners is lacking. It’s the supreme pleasure to be able to listen to some fresh stories—he just owes a bit of his mouth, and William who is really going to provoke him will not tell him. He has to reward himself. Two clicks.

   "You will see the'movie' first. I will change the outline of the story and talk about it tomorrow."

   Lying in the sun, William waved his hand, ready to go straight to the pigeon-the story is indeed not polished very delicately, there are too many loopholes, it must be changed.

   Everyone sighed in disappointment, and then began to fumble through the gap between the bed or the wall.

The pieces of paper folded into various shapes were carefully opened by them, and the scenes that had been played countless times appeared in front of everyone again—these fragments were smuggled in with food, and they were counted in the transaction of the prisoners of Azkaban. The only drawbacks of the high-value items of the game are their scarcity, fragmented plot and high repeat rate.

   More importantly, those guarding dementors will consciously confiscate items with magical fluctuations in the cell, which makes this kind of scattered paper extremely easy to be confiscated.

Just as a group of people passed the pieces of paper that they had read many times to each other, the "nine fingers" at the edge of the cell suddenly groaned. His hand that was holding the piece of paper dropped, and his body trembled uncontrollably, and then Desperately use trembling hands to push the pieces of paper into the cracks in the wall.

All the people in the same prison changed their faces. After hiding the paper in a hurry, they lay down close to the bed. Those who were too late either leaned against the wall or simply lay on the ground. Then, a suffocation was felt. The coldness descended on the entire cell, and everyone trembled unanimously, with their hands tightly clasped in front of their chests, their bodies curled up, desperately shrinking themselves to a minimum.

   The heavy prison door was pushed open by the fingers, the rusty door shaft creaked, and the ragged black cloak penetrated through the door. Then, UU read www. uukanshu. Com floated in as a guard dementor.

   The face firmly wrapped in the black cloak slowly turned towards everyone, then nodded, as if satisfied with the food this time, then, the creaking sound again, and the door was heavily closed.

   After a long time, the curse came out from the cell.

   "**, this group of black skins has never come to a fixed point, if it weren't for Laozi's fast hand, this time I lost something again."

The voice is a little weak-I have been with this group of dementors for a long time, and all the prisoners reacted more severely to the dementors than normal people. The light prisoners here are better, like those heavy criminals, except Except for a few special people, the rest are extremely weak in their daily lives.

   "Nine fingers, your kid is okay. When the black skin comes, you can hold on to hide things. When the next newcomer comes, the watchman's corner will let him do it for you."

The fact that    did not suffer a loss obviously made the head of the cell in a very good mood, and he promised to sleep on the bed next to the toilet, which was closest to the aisle.

While    was talking, he fumbled for his bunk, generously took out eight chocolate balls, and threw one to everyone.

In Azkaban, where dementors haunt from time to time, chocolate is a kind of warm existence, and belongs to the top level of hard currency. Even the golden Kanon does not have the good use of chocolate here-food supplement every week There are so many things in the boat, which is not enough.

   William took the chocolate, thanked weakly, and opened the package tremblingly, greedily feeling the warmth brought by the chocolate melting in his mouth.

   There is still one year in prison, so that the dementor will have another year to come to eat once a day.

   Fortunately, the magical materials in my mind that I have never seen before can hold up even for ten years, let alone hope that this thing will exist-not a year long.

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