The man behind Hogwarts

Except for the lively Halloween party some time ago, Hogwarts returned to calm in the following days.

Crohn left a week ago, and on the day he left, William went to see him off and gave him a phone number.

"If you need help, you can call this number. Although they are Muggles, more Muggles can also deter wizards. What's more, they also have firearms."

Crohn accepted it silently, feeling even more moved in his heart.

Strangely enough, William clearly did not take the wand from his hand in the woods, but he was even more convinced of William.

Perhaps it was because William had maintained his dignity, perhaps because he surrendered to the other party's personality charm, perhaps because of the other party's mysterious strength and unparalleled potential.

No matter what the real reason is, he has already been completely loyal to the other party in his heart.

Crohn's brief departure did not cause any waves in the school.

The person who took his place in class was Professor Quirrell. Most students in the third grade and above knew him because of his elective courses.

Although the first and second grade wizards didn't know Quirrell, they suddenly discovered that Quirrell's class was much more interesting than Crohn's.

Quirrell is gentle, Crone is serious;

Quirrell is funny, Crohn is stuffy;

Quirrell is tolerant, Crohn is strict;

All in all, the atmosphere in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was much more relaxed.

"Oh, how could this be?"

In the Gem Club, Fran complained to the other three people with a slumped face, "Why did Professor Crohn have to leave for so long, a full three months? We don't know how many essay competitions we have held in such a long time."

"Professor Crohn has a personal matter, and there is nothing we can do about it." Cedric answered.

"But after I chose the thesis topic of 'Defense Against the Dark Arts', I couldn't find a teacher to ask questions."

"There is also Professor Quirrell."

Fran didn't say anything, just sighed deeply.

Seeing this, the three of them did not attack him.

Judging from the private discussions between the four of them, they all believed that although Professor Quirrell was good, he was far from Crohn in terms of professional knowledge.

"Are you still going to take the 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' paper this week?" William raised his head and asked.

"Forget it, let's change it." Fran wanted to nod, but in the end he shook his head.

I can't be stubborn anymore.

I was fooled by Professor Quirrell last week, and I must not be fooled again this week.

Without the guidance of the professor, Fran did not have much confidence that he would be able to beat the others.

Suddenly, he mysteriously touched William's side and poked him with his finger.

"What's wrong?" William looked at him confused.

"Go out and say it, go out and say it." Fran whispered softly, his eyes hesitant.

William had no doubt that he had it, and took him out to the corridor,

Many of the rooms on the second floor of the central tower were vacant, so it was rare to bump into people in the corridors.

"What's wrong, tell me." William looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Well... let me tell you one thing, William, don't be angry."

Seeing the tangled look on his face, William's heart moved, his expression remained unchanged, and his voice became fuller and more powerful, "You haven't even said anything yet, just tell me not to be angry... Let's talk and listen first."

Fran then spoke slowly, "It's like this. Didn't we fight in the woods before? At that time, I found some friends, but they were all beaten by you. I was still not convinced, and I wanted to find you again. Beaten."

Even in the corridor, he didn't dare to speak loudly, he just spoke softly next to William.

He thought about this matter for a long time,

In fact, the F.A. people have been urging him to make an appointment with William as soon as possible. They can't wait to defeat William in the magic duel.

Fran kept putting it off, but yesterday he finally couldn't put it off anymore and promised to ask today.

"Huh? Fight?" William was slightly surprised. "I remember them. Do they want to fight me again? Were they not convinced last time?"

"Uh... I want to fight you again, but it won't be a fist fight like last time... they want to have a magic duel with you."

Magic duel,

William immediately understood their plan.

"What about you, what do you think?" He didn't say whether he agreed or not, but threw the question to Fran.

Fran's face froze, "I have been trying to persuade them because I don't want to fight you anymore, but they are too stubborn... and another thing is, because I invited them to help me in the first place, and then they were beaten by you. A meal; so, I should repay them this time."

There is no way, he is the president of F.A. after all, there is no way he can escape at this time.

"Oh, why did I listen to Jim's words in the first place, and now I'm in trouble."

Although I think so in my heart,

But when he thought about Jim and Henry, he couldn't bear the thought of blaming them. He even had to remember how good they were in helping him in the first place.

"No problem, when do they want to start?" William agreed directly.

"You agree now?" Fran was surprised. "William, I didn't make it clear just now. Their idea is for ten people to take turns challenging you. This is not a fist fight, it is very dangerous."

"I understand, but it doesn't matter, I agree."

Fran's throat was choked, and he opened his mouth but no words came out.

Looking at William's gentle smile and indifferent eyes, he seemed to see a noble king!

"If anyone can interpret the characteristics of Slytherin, it must be William!"

Do not know why,

Fran only felt that he saw everything he was looking for in William.

"Okay, William, don't worry, I will keep an eye on them." He could only nod firmly and promised, "Today is just a temporary agreement. The real duel can be later. I think it should be set in May. How about it?"

It's only November now, and there's still a long time before May. According to William's progress, these few months are enough for him to experience earth-shaking progress.

Fran was just thinking about how to help William fight for benefits, completely forgetting that he was also a member of the duel.

"Okay, it doesn't matter if it's May. After the duel, you can take a holiday after a while."

William nodded in agreement, "Fran, don't have any worries about this matter. We are friends. We have experienced so many things together. If you have anything to say, you can tell me at any time; not only me, Evelyn, Cedry K. Nora, we are all your friends."

At this moment, he showed an extremely mature temperament.

"I know what Jim and the others think. After being beaten, they naturally feel dissatisfied. This is normal...really normal, but will this affect our friendship?" William suddenly asked.

Fran looked at him doubtfully, wouldn't it affect him?

"Fran, let me tell you, this does not affect our friendship at all. If you don't believe me, think about it, did I have dinner with Jim and the others before..."

Fran thought about it, yes!

William often went to second grade classes, and from time to time he would bring Fran, Jim, and Henry to have dinner together.

Although Jim refused verbally, Fran could see that he was quite pleased with it.

"We had a lot of fun chatting at the dinner table, so don't think too much about it and just treat this as a friendship activity."

William's tone was firm, and Fran was a little dazed when he heard it, and felt that it seemed to make sense.

William smiled secretly in his heart,

Isn't it just a magic duel? It's such a simple thing. Although Jim and the others are still a little dissatisfied, it doesn't matter. If they beat them one more time, they will almost be convinced.

If they are still dissatisfied despite their high fighting spirit, it doesn't matter. At most, they will fight again.

Why are there so many contradictions in the world? It's just because the fist is not strong enough.