From Azkaban to Hogwarts

Chapter 4 The Confessor collapses

While the crowd laughed at the new man, named Monton, Willem began to hide and study the supposed system.

First, when he whispers, the system appears as a transparent screen in front of him -- even if he is pressed against a wall.

At present, the system has four panels, [Personal panel] [Card panel] [warehouse] [Achievements].

Without much else, William first communicated the personal panel.

【 lee (William) 】

【 Age; 17 】

【 Human 】

【 Wizard 】

【 Magic level; normal adult wizard 】

【 Specialty: Magic 2, Eloquence 1, Learning 1, arithmetic 0, language 0...... 】

(Innate talent is as low as 1, as high as 3, and training as high as 0.)

Any way you look at that last remark is a taunt.

Aside from the fact that the mana level doesn't even have a number, the fact that the entire personal panel doesn't have a plus sign is very telling.

Apparently Deep Blue adding a little more to me that's not gonna happen.

That eloquence set William thinking. Was it not just the lack of entertainment in prison that allowed him to mix stories?

Confused, he opened the warehouse and found the lonely copy of "Cold Feet Monton" lying there.

But now, when I open it, there's more information on the card.

Mundungus Fletcher (in awe) : Stealing 2, Magic 1, Concealment 1, Communication 1...

Special card is not unlocked, Classic card is not unlocked, Friend card is not unlocked, unknown card xn is not unlocked.

Well, Haw, it's still a little card pool, and according to the hints at the system unlock, there's probably a couple of chests we can open up on this Monton guy?

After closing the warehouse and discovering that the achievements page was full of gray question marks, William simply cut to the card panel.

Good. Still no hint.

Another ten minutes of scanning every corner of all the panels where there might be translucent letters or tiny barely visible letters, still nothing.

There were no hints, no prohibitions, all functions had to be guessed.

It's worse than restricting it -- but it still has to be used.

That being said, William would never have used that escape card to get out of Azkaban.

This was not because everyone in the cell was talented and well-spoken, but because he had only a year left in his sentence, and the risk of being wanted by the Ministry of Magic and hunted by dementors was not worth it.

"Little Willem, what are you doing? Lying there in silence, losing your money hurts? I tell you what, listen to me. Give them a few pieces in the next big show, and the galleons you lost will be back in no time."

With a smirk on his face, the older man stuck his head up to Willem, urging him on.

William angrily pushed him away, this looks like carrying a knife in the middle of the night squatting in the alley without a bag, partial to do this intermediary work, it is that he suspected that the batters caught the wrong people.

"Still under trial?"

"Not at all. I've only made up 80 articles, but I've already made them up again. I've whipped my nine fingers twice, and I'm trying to make them up."

Everyone knew the new one was making it up, but no one cared, the dementors sucked the fun out of it, so have more fun, it's tradition to bully the new guy, and nine out of ten people who get into Azkaban are not good anyway.

Now the new man in the crowd gritted his teeth and said his ninety-one charge.

"Well, when I was at Hogwarts, I went snooping in the girls' dormitories."

After whistling and heckling as expected, nine fingers, the priest, responded with a big smile: "You will be forgiven. What else is there to say?"

The new man let out a long breath, then became nervous again and began to rack his brain for the next one.

"A girls' dormitory? Boys can't get into girls' dormitories!"

When everyone was satisfied, a retort popped up from the crowd.

Everyone looked sideways. The one who was stared at unconsciously shrank his buttocks, then looked up and argued unconvinced: "Look at what, I tried."

He managed to escape the beating this time.

A bunch of wide-eyed onlookers stare maliciously at the bewildered Munton.

"Tut, well, confessing you gives you a chance to mend your ways, and you still dare to lie to us?"

Nine Fingers' fake face could not hold its breath, pretended to be fierce, and pointed to the big man next to Willem. "See that over there? Two years in here, three prisoners killed, those dementors chewed their bones under that wall, and they didn't even get jail time! This is Azkaban, it's normal to die!"

That's a very damaging thing to say to someone who's never been to prison, sitting there with his hands shaking and his head behind his back.

"Big brother, you continue to beat me, I was lazy when I was a child not to change underwear have said, I really have no crime to account for ah!!"

With a cry, to the amusement of the crowd, he simply walked through the scene to beat them, threw a rag and let them clean the toilet.

Munton did not even want to resist, diligently ran to the toilet, nine fingers happily pointing, as he moved his luggage out.

The prisoners, who had no desire to continue their training, gathered up a pile of wizard chess pieces polished with stone, and squared off against a painted chessboard -- pieces that had no magic, but had been addicted to it.

Willem did not huddle with them, looked at Munton at the foot of the wall, struggling with the toilet, and finally gave up trying to put any more pressure on them. There were a bunch of ununlocked cards lying there, and the only possible change was emotion, and there were a lot of emotions above awe.

But can have a mattress wool is a little too much, the other side is not something this is the card on the tip, can be used as a reference, but not all the letter, are obedient into this and then the whole person is too much.

Just as he withdrew his gaze, the bull stared at Willem and spoke.

"Why, young Willem, you think it's too hard?"

Where the hell did you get that from?

Willem unconsciously tried to roll his eyes, but eventually pulled them back -- it was normal to think it was too hard, and to want it even harder -- and the whole cell would hear it as a bedtime joke.

"Now, see you put up with that -- half the men in this prison are scum, and that Munton was dirty before, and he deserves a lesson in here, and you're lucky enough to have a decent crime, and look comfortable, and get away with it, and a man like him can turn a man's bed over in a few days without a lesson, cut."

The old man shook his head, finished the sermon in a tone of extreme disdain, and lay down on his pillow and closed his eyes. He was tired from the day's haul and the many trades he had made in the various cells.

The others kept their voices to a minimum.

As time went by, the moonlight drifted away from the narrow window and the cell was darkened.

Another night in Azkaban is over.