From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Harry was reluctantly taken out by Fudge after all.

　　 But after walking around, the nature that he had forcibly suppressed was finally liberated.

　　 After all, the students who can be selected for Gryffindor have a heart eager to move-although this is a bit of praise, but the Gryffindor at school, understand...

　　Although Harry was a little nervous at first, he started to enjoy the time out after he went shopping.

　　 Summer ice cream is the best food to match with leisure time. While enjoying this delicacy, Harry still has far more pocket money than his peers, and there are shops nearby.

　　 It wasn't until Harry returned to the room in the Broken Cauldron that he realized that he had spent a whole day outside.

　　 Juvenile temperament, emotions come and go faster than others.

　　 Putting down a lot of the scattered things that were useful and useful or useless and useless, Harry knocked directly on William's room door with a little anxiety and a little suspicion.

　　 "Harry? Please come in."

　　 William's voice came from inside.

　　 "Okay, Professor."

He pushed open the door of the room and saw the self-defense magic professor leaning on the chair, holding the wand in his right hand on the table, and scratching something with his fingers on the book on the table with his left hand. As the fingers slide, the book is on. The feather pen flicks a few times from time to time, and the whole person looks particularly lazy.

　　 Seeing this scene, Harry's original question was missing, he couldn't help but blurt out:

　　 "Professor, what are you doing?"

　　 "Learn a language, and by the way, think about whether there are any imperfections in today's warning measures."

　　 "Do you still feel imperfect?"

　　 Harry was stunned. William's series of spellcasting had scared him to stay in the house for a long time. He didn't play a good time outside until today, but now the professor still feels that his defense is not perfect?

"How should I say it, it's a pity," William stopped the quill, handed the wand to his left hand, and his right hand flicked up and down in the book. "I originally thought Auror would check and reinforce your room. I still wanted to see how they did it, but in the end nothing happened."

　　 "Nothing happened? You mean they sneaked into my room?"

　　 "No," William waved his hand. "It looks like they abide by the law better than I thought..."

　　 Harry, who had faced Voldemort directly before even in the first year, would not know how to answer for a while.

　　 "Relax, Harry, it's a good thing not to sneak in, the Auror is still very reliable..."

　　 "That, professor," Harry pondered for a long time, but finally hesitated to continue the topic, "Professor, if you faced the Sirius, what would you do?"

　　 "Me? I'm a professor, I'll definitely leave you time to escape, Harry."

　　 William smiled, and replied half-seriously and half-jokingly.

　　 "I didn't mean that," Harry was a little serious, "I mean, Professor, what if I meet Sirius when I'm out alone?"

　　 "Neither the school nor the Ministry of Magic can let you go out alone, Harry," William looked at him, but didn't say anything completely, "but we have to have an emergency plan."

　　 "Let's put it this way, unless you have to sneak out with something like an invisible cloak, the protective power around you can definitely help you drag you for more than five minutes."

　　 "Five minutes..." William pondered, "It stands to reason that enough rescue has arrived."

　　 "Of course, we don't rule out the possibility that the signal for help is blocked..."

　　 He raised his head to look at Harry, "Do you have any spells you are good at that can attract the attention of people around you?"

　　 "No, Professor."

　　 "Then, are the concealed spells good at it?"

　　 "Does the invisible cloak count?"

　　 "That won't work, is there any more?"

　　 "No, Professor..."

　　 "What about Transfiguration? It doesn't require total transformation. Changing a cheek can help you breathe so you can hide in the water."

　　 "I don't seem to have mastered the deformation..."

　　 Harry was a little ashamed, for the first time he found himself so lacking in magic.

　　 "Hermione will be fine..."

　　 "None of those, then, simply use magic to cover the footprints..."

　　 "No..."

　　 Harry's head lowered deeply. He felt that he hadn't learned anything at Hogwarts in the past two years.

　　 "How about a simple breath-masking potion, will it be equipped?"

　　 "Sorry, Professor..."

　　……

　　 "How about running, right?"

　　 After half a day of questioning, Harry finally heard the good news that he was good at-he was bullied by Dudley since he was a child. If he didn't run fast enough, God knows what game the group of people want to play with him.

　　 "I'm still good at..."

　　 Harry regretted the thought as soon as it came to mind. He changed his mouth before he could say it, "I know a little bit, and it's okay to run."

　　 "Then start practicing from this, and then I will try to apply for other rights for you..."

　　 William nodded. It's a good thing to be able to run. Although it is still early to learn the running magic of Apparition, but if you can run, it is probably a way to fight the Death Eater number one.

　　——

　　 The next day, when Harry was sleeping, there was a knock on the door.

　　 "Early morning, who..."

　　 Harry was stunned, and then suddenly remembered the conversation he remembered yesterday.

　　 "Sorry, Professor, I'll be fine soon."

　　 He promised loudly, then got up at the fastest speed in his life and put on his clothes.

　　 At the door stood old Tom.

　　 "Ah, sorry, I made a mistake, but what about the professor?"

　　 "That's right," Old Tom smiled very kindly, "William told me to call you up at six. I paid attention to the time when I was busy in the kitchen."

　　 "What about the professor?"

　　 "Young people are more sleepy. Unlike me, they get up at five to prepare breakfast at the bar." Old William smiled, "Will William still sleep?"

　　 Harry didn’t know what to say...

"That's right," the old Tom who was about to leave seemed to think of something, "Professor William asked, you can’t get out of the bar in the morning for safety reasons. Yesterday he specially asked me to get an old room and remodel it. Go there Just run."

　　 "Not on the street?"

　　 Harry seemed to be beaten by frost-he was very happy walking outside yesterday, thinking that morning jogs are also good, but what kind of morning jogs in the house...

　　 But he didn't complain too much, and followed Old Tom to the so-called specific room.

　　‘It’s a bit bigger than other rooms, but does it run away? ’

　　 Harry ran up with doubts, and the floor under his feet slowly deformed and turned back as he ran, making his forward efforts in vain.

　　‘It’s almost like a hamster...’

　　 For no reason, he thought of the hamster circling in the wheel, and then he thought of Ron’s mouse...

　　 "Maybe it should be given a hamster cage, maybe it can keep it moving..."

　　 Thinking of such a joke, Harry didn't seem to be tired of running anymore.

　　 This kind of exercise continued until half past seven.

　　 "Good morning, Harry."

　　 The self-defense magic professor's voice interrupted Harry, who was already a little out of breath, "How are you doing?"

　　 The professor walked over cheerfully and checked the specially casted floor. "Well, it's not bad. Although there was laziness in the middle, he ran steadily for nearly forty minutes."

　　 "How did you see it, professor?"

　　 Harry couldn't help but asked curiously—did the professor have been staring at him to see if he was lazy because there was no supervision?

　　 "A counter is set here, the magic runs once, and a trace is engraved here, and you can figure it out-a simple transformation technique plus a few spells is nothing to a wizard."

　　William spread out his hand, "If you only cast the basic spells rigidly, you will fail. You have to learn to combine the spells, Harry."

　　 "Combined? In battle?"

　　 "It will basically only die faster," William shook his head. "The existing spells used for duels and self-defense pursue simplicity. What they want is to arrange defenses and attacks in an instant."

　　 "It's not that no one has studied long spell magic in history, but those who tried to fight with those magic were basically killed by their opponents."

"Killing a wizard is easier than you think. You can even do it with a knife—" William waved his wand to restore the floor he had cast the spell last night to prevent them from breaking. "In fact, in history Quite a few wizards died in such an unknown way."

　　 "Look at the history of magic well, Harry," William said with a serious face, "reading history makes you wise."

　　 "But..."

　　 "But Professor Bins's class is not so interesting?"

　　 William turned his head, "But even Dumbledore can't say that Professor Bibbins is proficient in the history of magic."

"Professor Bins is the experiencer of most of the history of magic, and his memory is more real than those magic books-for example, if you ask me to have some history of magic, I will write him better about my teacher. ."

"what do you mean?"

"Of course, it's not that those things are fake, but that there are always choices in the history of magic. Of course, history books are hard to say. Let's talk about newspapers-such as the Daily Prophet. You never see attacks from above. Public opinion of the Ministry of Magic."

"Those are real and unreal... well, go ahead," William watched Harry lost in confusion and stopped. "Anyway, what you have to remember is that Professor Bins has more knowledge than you think. , As long as you learn to accept."

　　 Harry was a little taken aback, he couldn't understand this at his age.

　　 "Forget it, study the history of magic well..." William shook his head, "It's only third grade after summer vacation. You should learn how to escape first. It's time for breakfast!"

　　——

　　 "Professor, do you need to train after finishing homework?"

　　 Harry looked at the room where he used to run in the morning, a little startled.

　　 After eating breakfast, he went to do his homework according to William's arrangement. After finishing his homework, he just wanted to go out for a tour, and he was yelled by the professor.

　　 "Of course, how else do you manage to escape?"

　　 William took it for granted, "I just went to see the scenery after training. This arrangement is very good."

　　 "But it's time for lunch..."

　　 "Isn’t it just right to go around after lunch, and then come back to study theory?"

　　 "Okay, just stand over there. Your magic application is still in the weekly process. Whether it can pass is still unknown, so we have to complete the training that does not require you to cast spells."

　　 "I still have to cast spells?"

　　 "Otherwise, what do you think your wand is for?"

"Remember, the magic wand is your most reliable partner. Even the top wizards who are proficient in wandless spellcasting will not abandon their magic wands. The iron armor curse only needs to be strong at the critical moment, which is life and death. gap."

　　William held his wand with a serious face, "Preparing to dodge, I will not use Grand William's magic, even if it hits, it won't hurt, but it will be very itchy-like being bitten by ten mosquitoes."

　　 This description made Harry quite a play, but he quickly realized.

　　 The professor who was standing opposite him just waved his wand slightly, and he felt that he had been hit without even seeing the curse.

　　 Then, the feeling that made him want to take off the wizard's robe and scratch it immediately spread from the place where the curse was on his shoulder.

　　 "First shot, failed."

　　 William's expression remained unchanged, "Remember this feeling, if you are hit next, it will be even more uncomfortable."

"Yes…"

　　 Before Harry finished speaking, he saw William's wand sway, and he immediately reacted and leaped to the side.

　　 "It's okay, continue."

　　 Harry just got up to say something, William's next magic spell arrived.

　　 "The dodge action should be as small as possible. If you are evasive unilaterally, then once you lose control of your body, you are finished."

　　William is another curse~www.NovelMTL.com~ The guy who tries to put the curse on you won't stop as soon as the curse is cast. "

　　 "Of course, theoretically it is impossible to always face those desperate guys who cannot be resisted. But the current Sirius is definitely not something you can resist."

　　 The next shot of magic directly hit Harry in the chest.

　　 "Stand up, it's just itching."

　　 William's expression remained unchanged, "Don't think about it, it's impossible..."

　　 "Continue to train, and the dodge range should be small! You can't panic, and don't underestimate the spell! Don't think you can dodge it. Many people's spells are more powerful than you think!"

　　 "The actual operation can be offset by the Iron Armor Curse, but that is not when you can think of it!"

　　 "Be vigilant, don't always think about the itchy place, just treat it as an injury, the wound hurts more than that!"

　　 "Learn to predict whether you can hit, but keep the margin!"

　　 "Don't be afraid of being cursed!"

　　……

　　 Training in this way continued until lunch.

　　 But when Harry was notified that he could go out, he had no energy to play around.

　　‘A little bit of basic Auror training...it’s more normal than my wild road...Today seems to be over-trained... or is the training over there a bit too aggressive? ’

　　 William hesitated, and decided to translate the translation carefully... it seems that the translation is not so reliable while learning by yourself...

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