Harry Potter: Reborn as a Prisoner in Azkaban

In his third week at Hogwarts, William conducted an investigation, which was sparked by the death of a rooster.

However, for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts and having everything go smoothly, William tasted the bitterness of failure. He finally understood why some detective stories imposed the restriction that the culprit couldn't be Chinese.

Like martial arts, magic was completely outside the bounds of normal logic. Despite diligently studying everything about magic ever since he woke up in Azkaban, William still couldn't view magic as a daily tool like other wizards did, seamlessly integrated into every aspect of life.

It was like trying to use a high-tech surveillance system against someone with superpowers; what was the point?

"William?"

Adams' face suddenly appeared in front of William, waving his hand in confusion. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about whether there's resurrection magic. If we could cast one on that poor rooster, we'd find out which bastard did this."

"Are you okay, William? Forget the fact that resurrection magic doesn't exist; Even if it did, could you understand what the chicken says?"

Adams looked concerned, suspecting William might have taken the wrong potion. His demeanor seemed like someone suffering from the side effects of a failed attempt to brew a euphoria-inducing potion.

"There isn't?"

To Adams' surprise, William asked this question with an air of madness.

"No, not even the legendary Philosopher's Stone can bring people back to life. It only grants immortality. Resurrection? That's something that exists only in fairy tales."

Adams replied cautiously, his hand inching toward his wand. As a Herbology professor, he wasn't particularly knowledgeable about potions, but if William had indeed taken the wrong one, he might need to stun this new Professor and shove Bezoars down his throat.

Taking the wrong potion wasn't a minor issue, especially with emotional potions like a failed euphoria draught. It was far more dangerous than Muggle drunkenness or substance abuse. Wizards in such a state could be utterly unpredictable.

Theoretically, it'd be better to let Professor Snape or another Potions professor handle this. But I can't be sure William won't end up in the Hospital Wing for weeks, giving Snape a chance to take over his classes.

Adams thought nervously, watching for an opening to cast Stupefy.

"Fairy tale?"

Although William's response was unexpected, his distracted state made Adams think he had a chance.

"Stupefy!"

To increase the power of his spell, Adams didn't even attempt a silent incantation. Almost the moment William zoned out, Adams drew his wand and completed the spell.

I have to admit; the way this guy holsters his wand is pretty effective.

As this thought flashed through his mind, a loud sound of magical collision rang out.

Before Adams could figure out what had happened, his eyelids became unbearably heavy. With a thud, in William's astonished gaze, his dear friend Adams collapsed to the floor.

"I didn't get any negative emotion cards from Adams. Could the system only generate one-sided cards?"

While putting away the Shield Charm he had cast, William deftly confiscated Adams' wand.

What the hell is wrong with this guy? Suddenly trying to cast Stupefy on me? If you've got some peculiar interests, shouldn't you at least offer tea, considering the professional setting?'

In his mind, William inadvertently made a sarcastic comment, but then he suddenly paused, halting his attempt to help Adams up.

Disgusted by his own thoughts, he frowned. But what was Adams trying to do? Why cast a spell out of nowhere?

"Professor! A professor attacked another professor!"

The painting William had just been talking to finally realized what had happened and shouted loudly.

"Alright, I know what happened. Madam, please quiet down, or I'll have to ask the house-elves to use rags to clean the painting," William snapped irritably.

He had just remembered something while speaking with Adams and needed to think it through carefully.

The painting immediately fell silent. Though cleaning paintings was necessary, no one wanted to be scrubbed unless their frame was absolutely filthy.

Resurrection, fairy tales. Is it that the truth is hidden in fairy tales, or is Adams just too incompetent and has never heard of resurrection magic? I distinctly remember that Dark Lord; or rather, the so-called "You-Know-Who", being reborn from a large cauldron.

After pondering for a while, William came to a conclusion. Resurrection magic was far too advanced a subject for someone as inept as Adams. If he couldn't even win in a sneak attack, it was no wonder he had barely managed to scrape through his courses and earn his certification back in the day.

***

"Hey, Adams, are you awake?"

When Adams regained consciousness, he found his wand already in William's hand. "Damned William! You hit me so hard!"

He decided to play the victim first; admitting to losing in a sneak attack? That was impossible!

"Come on, you're the one who attacked me first. Speaking of which, why did you attack me in the first place?"

"You bastard! I thought you had taken the wrong potion!"

William, who had been prepared with a slew of excuses, was immediately stunned.

"You're the one who took the wrong potion! I even suspect you're the one who killed that rooster just to make me rewrite my report, and then deliberately misled my investigation!" William directly voiced his suspicions and casually tossed Adams' wand back to him.

"Made you rewrite your report?"

Adams froze for a moment before slapping his forehead as if suddenly remembering something.

"Oh, right! That rooster! Ginny's still serving detention for that. I was so focused on asking about the rooster that I completely forgot about it!"

He brushed off his robes and then asked William seriously, "William, what happened to the rooster that was killed?"

"I was too late when I got there."

"So soon? Did Hagrid eat it first thing in the morning?"

"Eat it? No, not that. By the time I arrived, it had already been dealt with; it was stewing in a pot."

"Stewing? Well, that's fine. I'll head over first. Are you coming?"

"Go where?"

Adams' words were so random that they left William completely baffled.

"To Hagrid's place, of course. I want to eat some chicken."

William couldn't help but feel exasperated. You're a grown man, yet you're still this petty...

He waved his hand helplessly. "No need. I plan to eat in the Great Hall. Remember to say hi to Hagrid for me."

"Alright, I'll head over then." Adams, full of enthusiasm, walked off. After a while, he turned back and waved at William.

"William!"

"Huh? Did you forget something?"

"No, just checking. Are you absolutely sure you didn't take the wrong potion?"

After asking that, Adams didn't even wait for a reply and quickly disappeared down the hallway.

This guy…

William shook his head. Although it had been a brief distraction, he had already uncovered the truth. Thanks to the reminder Adams had inadvertently given him by mentioning Ginny.

"Of course, the culprits are you two—Weasley twins!"

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