From Azkaban to Hogwarts

Chapter 10 Diary

Normally, the board of trustees is in a state of crushing pressure on the school, and while it is not easy to change the president, it is not too difficult to find an excuse to change the president.

But Hogwarts was different. It was, after all, the only wizarding school where the authority had a far greater say, and the headmaster himself had a strong hand -- a bunch of titles that would take up half the screen if you put them in a game.

Are also full of streamer color, special effects, all points open are out of print title, high gold content scare the dead.

In this case, the school board will be reduced to the status of the pure-blooded families.

As with the recruitment of new professors, it was perfectly necessary to call a meeting of the trustees - not so that they could take the blame, but to let them know that Hogwarts had no intention of ignoring the council.

To put it mildly, even if it is to carry the cauldrons, the school board will be fighting to carry the cauldrons, but also very happy to carry the cauldrons, otherwise who can remember such a school board?

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Azkaban.

William held the pen and paper in his hand, and looked at this formerly worthless thing, but his heart could not suppress the pleasure.

It was hard to find in Azkaban -- he had even sketched it on one side when it was cheap, but now it was not much cheaper than silver.

As far as entapes were concerned, simple pens and paper would take up no less space than pages, and the dementors inside wouldn't have provided the prisoner with them, and he would have had to write and draw on the floor with sticks in his cell if he hadn't been obliged to carry more.

Of course, the main reason why he was willing to take pen and paper with him was because William said that he had been lacking inspiration recently and needed to write and revise some new stories with pen and paper.

All in all, this contriving excuse succeeded in getting William a pen and paper to draw with, and in getting him to study the magic in his head at a new speed -- without a pen and paper, it would have been too difficult to go over the long principles of potions and so on, and it would have fit half a prison cell with a stick.

As for the systems research -- there's been little progress these days.

The rest of the cell had too little contact to meet the conditions of acceptance on which we don't know what, and the new gold in William's own cell, again, was only gold Galleons.

Though he, like any wizard, feared the daily visits of dementors, he was unfortunately not interested in William's story at all.

Just as Monkey King went to pick peaches after stopping the Seven Fairies, the gold coins' lack of interest made William's attempt to brush another treasure chest go up in smoke.

After today's routine story, the big thief turned to the wall and asked anxiously:

"I say gold coins, why do you want to be an adventurer?"

"Can make a lot of gold Galleons."

"Tut, that's ideal, and after making a pile of gold?"

"Make more Galleons."

"What do you want to do when you have the same amount of Galleons when you don't have enough money?"

"Hire more people, go on better adventures, go to Egypt, go to the Arctic, go to Africa, dig for those buried treasures!"

"Tut, with all that money, didn't you think about doing anything else?"

"What else? What else could there be?"

Gold widened his eyes, which were bigger than tennis balls, and pointed at Willem. "Like in Willem's stories?"

He shrugged dismissively. "Oh, women only interfere with my exploration."

The whole cell froze - they had been scorned by a house-elf.

It wasn't until Sunday evening's rotating bath time that William and his family got over the fact that they were despised by house-elves.

After taking a quick bath and watching the gold coins beat his discriminating prisoners, William pulled out his precious pen and paper, and again wondered if his bathing had caused his head to water.

After much deliberation, he put pen to paper.

"Diary"

I don t know the exact day, but the third day after he got the pen and paper.

On the first day I came in (Willem thought of passing through), I was still keeping track of time, but I soon forgot it.

There was no way out of it. Prison life was boring, and there wasn't much new to talk about, even if it was gossip. The days were spent in prison day after day (Willem was thinking about studying magic and couldn't talk about it), the days were long and frustrating, and the black-skin meals of the evening were unaccustomedno matter how many times they came.

Muddled life, the day of release is not know where to start, even bully new prisoners this thing is I used to.

It was silly, but it was enviable. I was just getting along, but he had a clear goal and was working towards it. Even knowing that all the Galleons in his cell had been stolen by two guys who got out of prison was only half an hour of decadence.

From today on, be a better you. (Silently, he mentally allocated an extra hour each day to study magic, and drew an hour clock instead.) "

"Four days after getting a pen and paper"

"Made up a new story, received unanimous praise, except gold coins, it seems that there is no way to get the guy to agree, give up the goal.

Do exercise for half an hour every day from today on.

Besides, the elder comes to me for manuscripts, two to a galleons. How does he get the money?"

"Day Five"

"There's a new prisoner in the cell next door, supposedly sent by the Department for the Protection of Magical Creatures - I'm not sure if that's the right name, that's what they say - the boy was looking for a giant colony, supposedly to study the ecology of half-giant, but the Ministry suspected he was hunting giants to make dark Magic products and almost ended up with felons.

The rest is nothing new, everything is not going well (Willem silently notes research in his head).

Besides, the big one has gone up. How did he get so much money for a galleon?"

"Day Six"

"I got 30 Galleons, and the gold seemed willing to accept the offer, but after considering the difficulty of obtaining the box, I gave up the krypton."

"Seven"

"Not very diligent today, ten Galleons, but unexpectedly made considerable progress in other things.

The big one is crazy enough to want to buy the diary together. I care about three or two Galleons?"

Eight

"A boring day, nothing happening, no progress."

"Nine"

"Fifteen Galleons in."

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Eighteen

"Azkaban is very busy today. The batters have arrived on the island ahead of time, and the cells have been carefully cleaned out. In a big way, they don't look like living quarters.

The ex-convicts are cleaning every corner of the island as carefully as if it were a house cleaning -- is that the custom in the wizarding world?"