From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Old Tom? Are you behind?"

　　 The voice that was so heavy that it was almost oppressive sounded in the bar in front. Then, William saw a person nearly four meters tall walking towards them through the back door of the bar.

　　In front of this visitor, old Tom, who was originally not very tall, looked like a schoolboy, and William was not so much better here—compared to this one, his height was not much better than that of a schoolboy.

　　Giant—This word floated through William's mind for an instant.

　　 But in a blink of an eye he denied his thoughts.

　　 The group of giants is not protected by wizards, and it is impossible to appear in a normal wizarding society—some people in the magical world take pleasure in hunting dragons or giants, but Azkaban is locked in a few.

　　 Compared to giants, it is more likely that the opponent has had any dangerous black magic or curse.

　　 Thinking of this, William felt calmer—since the other party knew old Tom, there would obviously be no conflict between everyone, so naturally this huge size shouldn’t be a warning sign of danger.

　　 "Hagrid, why did you come so early today?"

　　 Old Tom greeted the other party very enthusiastically, and this name reminded William of the other party's identity.

　　 Previously, the arrival of the person was too tall and it was difficult for William to notice the opponent's face, but now that Old Tom said it, he had difficulty identifying the familiar place from the opponent's shaggy face.

　　 Well, all previous speculations are cancelled. The opponent is a giant, but a hybrid giant, a hybrid of humans and giants.

　　 Although William seems to have heard a similar subject somewhere-but it is obviously not the time to study this.

　　 Before he thought about how to say hello, he was taken aback by Hagrid's greeting.

　　 The half-blood giant bent down and put his palm four times the size of an ordinary person on Old Tom's shoulder and patted gently—William swears that he moved when he saw Old Tom's legs tremble.

　　 "I'm going to Diagon Alley to see the hair softener. The centaur entrusted me to go. They are about to hold a banquet. Some young men feel that their tails are not elegant enough."

　　 It is worthy of being an expert who can raise fried snails, and has such a good relationship with the centaur-the inmate might be envious and cry when he knows it.

　　 "Then drink a little first?"

　　Old Tom straightened up again.

　　 "No, I'll go shopping first, and wait until I find the softener-I have been complained by those guys for three days when I forgot about it last time."

　　 "That's fine. By the way, I will introduce you to someone who may be your future colleague. He will also work for Hogwarts in the next year."

　　 "Oh? The new professor?" He looked at William and held out his hand.

　　 "I'm Hagrid, Ruber Hagrid, Hogwarts hunting field watchman."

　　 William took a look at the big hand in front of him, and stretched out his hand cruelly.

　　 "Lee (lee) William, who has not yet taken up his post, serves as a professor of the self-defense magic learning class for wizards."

　　 Hagrid gently shook William's hand—but it also made William feel like a schoolboy—and scratched his head with his other hand.

　　 "Oh, sorcerer self-defense—I think of it, Dumbledore said, I remember you, Dumbledore said you might be the best professor in this class in nearly five years."

　　 Such a high rating?

　　 William felt that if he survived the first year, the risk of being fired would be almost zero.

　　 Of course, this is also related to the high probability that the school will not find a new teacher.

　　 Without any humble words from William, Hagrid has already taken his own words on his own:

　　 "Dumbledore said that you are the best professor, so there is no doubt that you must be the best professor. I have to buy potions. When we come back, we can have a few drinks."

　　 Without waiting for William to say yes or to express his rejection, Hagrid had already stepped over to the entrance of Diagon Alley a few steps, turned around and beckoned to them, and moved towards Diagon Alley.

　　 "He is always like this, he is very popular, but he is not bad, you will know after you know him for a long time.

　　 "I agree with the first half of your sentence, but let me consider what follows-after all, the professor of the Wizarding Self-Defense Course at Hogwarts is a consumable item."

　　 William stammered and got the current name of this course right, but he would never take the initiative to mention the original name.

　　 "Okay, but I really hope you can do it longer. The professor at Hogwarts is a good job. There are not many professions that can accept wizards from Azkaban-I don't want you to continue smuggling."

　　 "Don't worry, I can still buy and sell potions to support myself," William waved his hand, preparing to go back to his room.

　　 It's almost time to relax, he should go back and read those books.

　　 But he was directly held by Old Tom.

"I have had enough time to read books. Today I finally learned how to Apparition. You should take a good time off for yourself. Go to Diagon Alley and stroll around. If you really want to relax, knock down the alley next to Alley. It's a good place."

　　 Old Tom has a thief expression on his face, but his desire to block him is firm.

　　 This made William give up and go back to the room to continue reading the book—work and rest is not a bad thing. If UU reading www.uukanshu.com really keeps on like this, maybe he will eventually become tired and paralyzed.

　　 Taking advantage of this time to customize a dress is also a good choice.

　　 Although the dresses are only suggestions, William feels that he can stay in Hogwarts for a few festivals, and it is necessary to go to the hometown to do what he likes.

　　 In addition, it is also necessary to get a more serious gown-his face is tender, and it is better to deal with the lower grades. If it is placed on the upper grades side, this face is indeed a bit unreasonable.

　　 He has never been to Hogwarts, so he can only use it as a reference template for ordinary high school students who are about the same age as these students.

　　From the age of eleven to seventeen or eighteen, the span is a bit bigger, naughty, rebellious, secondary, pretending to be old-school students in this age span are the most troublesome.

　　 Pointed the entrance of Diagon Alley with his magic wand, and William couldn't help but grow his head.

　　 I haven't thought about it before, but now I think about it carefully. Dealing with these students is not much easier than dealing with the curse-it's a terrible job.

　　 "Okay, why should I rush out of jail? Stay with the dementors honestly-forget it, I would rather deal with these big troubles than dementors."

　　 Thinking of the Dementor, William couldn't help but shiver.

Compared to those dementors, the difficulty in front of them is nothing-at least here he can see hope, and stay with the dementors, even if only the few minutes that the dementors eat, a normal Wizards will lose all their happiness and hope.

　　 "I hope the teaching will not be too difficult, otherwise I will tell the joke in front of all the students until the day of my scheduled sentence."

　　 William shook his head and dispelled the memories in his mind. Thinking of the joke about being released from prison, he couldn't help but laugh.