From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　‘In this classroom, there should be no problem—’

　　 William compared the two practice classrooms assigned to him, and finally made a choice.

　　 Compared to other classrooms, both classrooms have been additionally reinforced by magic. The classrooms are equipped with plenty of protective equipment-mats, thick blankets, and even protective glasses commonly used in greenhouses.

　　 William flipped through the cabinet under the podium, and there were hemostatic herbs such as Baixian and bottles for potions.

　　‘Well, this is Shengguling, this is for antiemetic, this is for treatment of coma-why don’t you even have a label? ’

　　 While complaining about the former professor's unreliability, William used magic to mark the bottle, and then the cabinet door was closed.

　　Although he was here to experiment with magic, this classroom was not a private practice area that was issued to him. In the future, students would always use it when they came to class. He had to check the facilities before talking about it.

　　 "There is nothing wrong with the medicine, it hasn't expired, the mat needs to be dried-this will have to trouble the house elves, but this is not anxious, anyway, I have no preparation for the actual combat class for the time being."

　　 After confirming that all measures are good, William used magic to drag himself a dummy-this is to test the power of the spell.

　　——

　　 "Hey, do you think someone will go to Lockhart's club?"

　　 In the corridor of the school, Ron, who had just finished studying for the whole morning, asked his two partners.

　　 "Should — yes?"

　　 Harry was a little uncertain, and replied hesitantly.

　　 "In addition to theatrical performances, he has come up with new tricks-wouldn't he write those letters to himself?"

　　 "Impossible, Ron—"

　　 Harry retorted Ron's opinion, "I replied all night, and those letters came from all over the country."

　　 "Yes-all over the country, maybe my mother contributed one too." Ron replied irritably, "but I don't think it's a yelling letter."

　　 Mrs. Weasley is a fan of Lockhart. Harry knew it during the summer vacation. He wanted to laugh, but thought of the yelling letter and held back.

　　 "By the way, Hermione, how about you, would you not join that club?"

　　 Ron asked curiously, and then got a moment of silence.

　　 "You want to participate?"

　　His voice can't help but raise a little.

　　 Then the three people suddenly saw that the door of the classroom beside the road suddenly opened.

　　 When they looked over, the three of them involuntarily stepped back half a step back-although they have seen the people who came, they don't know why at this moment, the other side is in a state of being kept away from strangers.

　　When the people saw them, they took a surprised look, then nodded slightly, then locked the door of the classroom, and walked away without looking back.

　　The three of them breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at each other, and found that they were all the same.

　　 "Just now, was that Professor William?"

　　 Although it is common in restaurants, even Hagrid introduced him, but Ron couldn't help but ask.

　　 "Yes, that's right, it's him."

　　 Hermione nodded heavily. This professor was the second worst professor at Hogwarts she had ever seen—the other party didn't know why today, as if they were a different person.

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　　 went back to his office and swallowed two chocolate frogs fiercely. Only then did William limp on the chair and let out a long sigh.

　　‘It’s horrible, the me just now, or me? ’

　　 William raised his arm, looked at the wand that had just given him one of the last warmths, and used it to conjure a blue flame in mid-air.

　　 Throwing the flames to the fireplace, William dragged the chair over, and began to recall the training he had just received.

The training of 　　 Silent Mantra was completed smoothly. After reading enough materials, he had no effort to overcome the previous difficulties because of insufficient knowledge reserves, and completed the tasks he set for himself a lot in advance.

　　 So, he started unplanned training.

　　 As a professor of a wizard’s self-defense magic learning course, no matter how he changes the name of the course, his course preparation process will inevitably encounter dark magic. If he can’t even understand, how can he fight?

　　 He knew some dark magic, but how could those compare with the huge library of Hogwarts?

　　 As a professor, William himself can access all the library materials without anyone's approval, and in the process of preparing lessons, he can easily write down the dark magic that has been targeted by various targets.

　　 After the original magic test was completed, he replaced the dummy for the test and began to practice black magic one by one.

Unexpectedly, those simple black magics he had come to hand with him, and those black magics that he had some difficulty in understanding were not difficult in the process of testing-like the memory of the body earlier than the brain and Understand these magics.

Even if he keeps in mind that black magic should not be abused, every time he casts a spell is a test of the heart and soul~www.wuxiahere.com~ and he restrained and stopped early. The concentrated negative feedback also made him Have a completely different experience.

　　‘What’s the reason for bad weather and bad mood? The reason for the jealousy that suddenly appeared in the morning? The reason for being cursed? ’

　　 was on fire, and William figured out the reason why he had stopped training a lot earlier but was still slightly out of control-in that case, he felt as if he had become extremely calm and arrogant, and his whole personality became conflicted.

　　 He even felt that he was seeing himself with a third vision-the feeling was as uncomfortable as God's vision, but he still wanted to sink.

'Pause the practice of black magic, I have to look up more information to continue my daily training-I just experimented with a total of eleven kinds of magic, so in the future, even in battle, the amount of black magic used cannot be exceeded at once, eh , More than eight! ’

　　 Lying in the office, William silently laid down rules for himself, and then warned himself that for the next week, it is best not to touch the black magic.

　　 After tossing for a long time, under the baking of the flame, he finally felt that he warmed up, and the feeling of coldness and rejection was completely eliminated from his mind.

'The wizards who study these all day long, I am afraid that all of them have mental problems. Although these spells are amazingly powerful, or the normal magic with weird effects cannot be done, they are no better than Azkaban The distorted place is low on people-wait, it was because I was in Azkaban that I was more affected? ’

　　 William made a guess.

　　咚咚.

　　 There was a knock on the door, "Professor, it’s me, Bart—it’s lunch time. Will you go to the restaurant for dinner, or should I bring it for you?"