Chapter 331 Tradition and Change

"Confinement?"

Sirius glanced at Harry who was a little embarrassed, and his first reaction was - it's just a solitary confinement, why are you blushing?

"Well...I had a conflict with Malfoy and the others. The three of them planned to sneak attack me, but I discovered..."

Although Harry still believed that he was right, this did not prevent him from describing the conflict in a more cunning way.

"So those three kids are in the hospital?"

"Um…"

Harry lowered his head.

"Cool! Woo~~~~~~"

George couldn't help but make a sound, but he was blocked by Fred's stretched out hand as soon as he said half a sentence.

Malfoy is the Slytherin seeker, and the Slytherin team is particularly good at off-field activities. As a member of the Gryffindor house team, he does not like everyone on the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Of course Fred had the same idea, but the professor was still here - they finally broke out of the huge quagmire of confinement, because if they fell into it again, they would die unjustly.

"A Malfoy boy?"

Sirius thought about it and smiled, "Well done."

Although the previous generation of Malfoy married his cousin, what does it matter? He has a bad relationship with most people in the family.

Now it was William's turn to glare angrily - and such a parent?

The menacing gaze was cast on Sirius. He was stunned for a moment and looked at William in confusion, as if he was wondering why he was angry.

? ? ?

William was irritated by this innocent look. He simply turned around and stared at Sirius, his eyes becoming serious - this was a non-magic skill he had mastered after becoming a professor for nearly two years.

"That...I..."

Sirius suddenly felt his hands and feet become cold, and he felt as if he was being watched by some natural enemy.

He couldn't help but took two steps back, until his body was pressed against the wall before he stood up straight.

‘I graduated! It’s been more than ten years since I graduated! ’

He suddenly thought of this, but his hands and feet were still a little weak. If he hadn't been talking to the young wizard in front of him just now, he even suspected that Professor McGonagall had drunk the Polyjuice Potion and was waiting for him here.

"Well, no matter what, sending a classmate to the hospital on campus is too much..."

His mouth acted before his brain, and he imitated the words he had learned from nowhere in his memory and spoke to Harry.

William nodded, then withdrew his gaze, and then looked at Harry - "Starting tomorrow night, you will be in confinement in my office after dinner. We will discuss the follow-up arrangements tomorrow."

"Yes, Professor!"

Harry subconsciously replied in the loudest voice, and William expressed expressionlessly that he had heard, then turned and left.

If he didn't leave, he couldn't control his urge to imprison Sirius together - he was a well-known graduate after all, and regardless of whether his reputation was good or bad, confining him was a bit too much.

"Huh~"

When William turned the corner, four exhalations came out almost at the same time.

The four of them suddenly burst into laughter and laughed softly, dispelling William's remaining fear.

"Ha ha."

Sirius and the twins looked at each other and laughed happily - although Harry was a little confused, he laughed out loud with them, thinking it was a celebration of surviving the disaster.

"God, this professor..."

Sirius showed an exaggerated expression on his face - "I can't help but think of my professor when I was in school. Which house is he from? Hufflepuff or Slytherin? Or is he another outlier from Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindor alien?"

Sirius's question went unanswered, and the twins and Harry asked back first - there was no way, this topic was too new, and they all had a vague guess.

"I didn't say anything."

Sirius decisively shook his head in denial. At this moment, he didn't look like a man in his thirties, but like a seventh-grade student who was pretending to be mysterious and showing off his seniority.

However, the answer has been clearly told to everyone present - not answering is sometimes an answer.

So, Harry and the twins revealed this section in a tacit understanding.

"Professor William is a student of traditional wizard education, which is the teacher-student model."

The twins were afraid that Sirius had made a mistake, so they went out of their way to explain.

"This kind of thing," Sirius nodded, "It was actually quite popular in our time. At that time, the mysterious man was very powerful, and Dumbledore was clearly against him, so many families didn't put their children Being sent to other magic schools means being sent to other wizards for one-on-one tutoring.

But those are very amateurs - are all wizards taught by traditional professionals so serious? Did Professor McGonagall really not receive a traditional education? "

He muttered the last half of the sentence, quite quietly.

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[Although Hogwarts existed thousands of years ago, this does not mean that all wizarding families are willing to send their children to that castle. 】

[Discrimination is an eternal thing. In order to pass on the so-called glory from generation to generation, many pure-blood families will adopt a family model of teaching. (Not verified.)]

'This is information obtained from the ghosts... They are also following the confidentiality law...'

William spread his hands - although he had thought of this a long time ago, he was still a little frustrated when it actually happened.

There are too many magics that can work on ghosts. For example, Miss Myrtle, who worked hard to get a cubicle of her own last year, was warned by the Ministry of Magic not to approach a wizard.

So it's not surprising that the remaining ghosts follow the same laws of secrecy as Professor Binns.

Opening another piece of information, he compared it again.

[In certain special years, when some wizard families realize that Hogwarts is not that safe, they will decisively adopt traditional training methods. Due to current situation, black magic is an essential teaching content. 】

[Coupled with external factors, black magic often develops rapidly during that period, and the content that is bound by the secrecy law is also due to the chaos of the management system...]

This was provided by a ghost who had a good relationship with William - although he could not violate the confidentiality law, he still told William as much as possible about ways to find loopholes.

‘If it’s in Azkaban, maybe there will be more... But I can’t say for sure. The secrecy law can be reported to the innermost parts of Azkaban if you are a little more involved. ’

'Thanks to the revision of school history, I have avoided at least one wrong case - Grindelwald did not invade the British magical world when he was at the peak of his power... I wonder how the Dark Lord can have such a high evaluation in the history of magic...'

To put it simply, what he is looking for is either a British magic book from the Dark Lord's era, or a foreign magic book from the Grindelwald era. If it is wrong, it will be meaningless.

'At least I have a clue...'

William said as he peeled himself a chocolate frog.

Although it is a bit cumbersome, it is always better to have a goal than to be a headless fly.

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"you're awake?"

This was the first sentence Malfoy heard in the Hogwarts hospital.

He wanted to analyze whose words these were, but he couldn't do anything - his whole body ached.

It was not an exaggeration, but reality. Every bone and every joint was complaining and creaking, like a door that had not been maintained by magic. He even wondered if he had been flying on a broomstick for three days and three nights. night.

'hiss…'

He tried to move his arm, but what came out was a cry of pain.

'Damn...I...yes, it's Potter! ’

He suddenly remembered - that humiliating moment.

The three of them surrounded Potter, intending to insult him about that idiot Sirius - a letter from home a few days ago said that Sirius was a pure-blood scum, and the Black family themselves had expelled Sirius!

However, he never thought that things would turn out like this. Potter lowered their wands as if it was a joke, with an extremely disdainful look in his eyes...

And then,…

"I remembered?"

Their dean stood over there, his tone full of hatred.

"Um"

"Three of them beat one, and then they were sent to the hospital?"

Malfoy said nothing. He was now wondering why he was defeated so quickly and why Potter's disarming spell was so powerful.

"I don't even have the shame to stay with Professor McGonagall!" Snape emphasized, "Three Slytherin students can't beat a Gryffindor of the same level! She just seems to be perfunctory with me, every time Every expression seems to be laughing at me!"

"She even stood up in front of the Academy Cup and apologized to me! It's been two years since we lost it!"

"You are a disgrace to the House, Draco..."

It was almost as harmless as a breath of fresh air in Gryffindor, but it was probably the strongest thing Snape, the Head of House, had ever said to Slytherin.

Such an accusation made Malfoy subconsciously want to refute, but he moved slightly, and every part of his body began to protest again.

"You need special training! At least you have to be able to defeat Harry Potter, instead of continuing to be sent to the hospital together and then expecting some student to come to me in the office in a panic."

After a while, Snape finally made a decision with a frown.

‘Make up lessons? ’

Malfoy subconsciously wanted to retort - if a member of the Malfoy family was reduced to needing extra lessons, he would undoubtedly get a shouting letter.

But the pain in his body made him give up the idea of ​​talking back to the professor.

Just make up the lessons, do you want to make way for Potter in the future? What a joke - the Malfoy family would be in disgrace.

"Have a good rest, you have to go to Potions class the day after tomorrow," Snape stood up and looked at Malfoy, "And I hope you can get good grades - I don't want to hear someone spreading rumors in the castle that Slytherin students were The students in the same grade were beaten to the point where they couldn’t go to class for three days.”

The dean left quickly, and Malfoy climbed up with difficulty and looked at the bed next door.

The three of them were beaten together, and they were also hospitalized - why did the director criticize him just now?

Sure enough, Goyle and Crabbe were both receiving treatment, one on the left and the other on the right, and both were in a coma.

Madam Pomfrey was poking Goyle's body with her wand, looking unhappy.

Looking at the wand poking back and forth, Malfoy couldn't help but wonder - wouldn't his treatment be like this?

"What kind of magic have we got?"

Malfoy asked curiously as Madam Pomfrey turned to Crabbe again.

Did Potter master some dark magic? What spell is so powerful that it even requires Madam Pomfrey to go through such trouble to cure it?

"It's a very simple magic. It's just that the students who sent you here are too stupid."

Madam Pomfrey didn't feel embarrassed - if the transportation procedures could be more formal, she wouldn't need to complete these treatments so strenuously.

"Most of your joints were loosened by magic. Although they were put back together, they would at least be out of strength for a long time. However, the idiot who came after them dragged them hard and opened the joints again, causing secondary damage. .”

Madam Pomfrey looked quite ugly.

"In order to treat and prevent other sequelae, I disassembled each of your joints to inspect and then put them back together again - that's why it took so long."

She really had no reason not to be angry that the injury that would have been fine after being left in place for an hour or two was suddenly inflicted like this.

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"Finally we sent the doctor to the hospital in time!"

In the Slytherin common room, members of the Quidditch team secretly took out some wine to cheer for themselves.

Although poor Draco was in the hospital, he wouldn't say anything even if he knew.

They sued the professor, sent people to the infirmary, and secretly monitored the location of Harry Potter to prepare for revenge. They had done too many things!

"It's best to ban that Potter. He must have used dark magic to attack secretly. Otherwise, how could it be possible that when we passed by, the three of them were slumped against the wall?"

"Draco is a good boy. He works really hard at Quidditch and is generous enough - the brooms for the home team were donated by his family."

"..."

While talking, a man ran in happily.

"I secretly calculated the class schedule, and also inquired about the time of Potter's confinement. We probably don't have much time to do anything during this period - but there will be a game between them and Ravenclaw soon, I think we might be able to give some advice. Potter, a little help?"

The group of people laughed - it is an old tradition to attack Quidditch players, but the Gryffindor people couldn't even imagine that they, Slytherins, planned to help Ravenclaw.

However, a discordant sound from the corner caught the attention of the laughing players.

"Oh my god - everyone is enjoying the wine, what are you doing?"

The player who was shouted looked desperate, "There is class tomorrow!"

"What day won't you have class?"

"Self-defense classes!"

"Aren't you done with the paper? I'm done with mine. Take it and copy it - remember to revise more. Don't forget the last time the person who copied the paper was discovered by the professor and put into solitary confinement!"

After hesitating for a moment, the Slytherin who asked the question still lent out the paper and turned to go to the dormitory to get the homework.

A few minutes later, the papers were brought over.

"Hey hey hey..."

"What are you so stupid about?"

"Two of them are double-sided papers! I just found out - you didn't do it either."