A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 854 The Head That Was Stepped On by a Giant

To be honest, looking back on his short school life, William has a lot to say.

He had hoped to live an ordinary seven years, until that night when the doorknob of the Ravenclaw common room was stolen...

Ordinary life has finally become a luxury.

Since I can't live an ordinary life, I'll live seven years in a spectacular fashion... If I'm poor, I'll live an ordinary life; if I'm successful, I'll make a big splash.

Unexpectedly, William's second goal failed once again.

Because he was fired.

But that's alright, we have a third goal!

With so many students willing to fight for justice for William... the people's hearts are with us, and great things are on the horizon!

At that moment, William seemed to see dozens or even hundreds of wizards shouting "Hurrah!" as they rushed into the headmaster's office, the Defence Against the Dark Arts office, Slytherin House... to overthrow the old school and rebuild the new Hogwarts.

Comrade Steel began to take power, hanged Umbridge, expelled the school board, purged the descendants of the Death Eaters, and let the red flag fly high over Hogwarts Castle.

William was naturally the undisputed first principal and the helmsman of this great (educational) cause.

Then they formed a Boy Scout corps and stormed the Ministry of Magic...

Okay, the third goal has been set.

However, the restlessness of adolescence was short-lived, lasting until the start of the dinner party, at which point the students abruptly stopped.

Especially when Professor McGonagall appeared, she merely pursed her lips and gave everyone a serious glance.

The students who had been yelling and ready to stand up for William immediately sat down in their seats, as quiet as Psyduck.

After Snape appeared, there was an even deeper silence.

The young wizards who were just discussing whether or not to pee in his office all lowered their heads to avoid his gaze.

Okay, the third goal... has also failed.

Dumbledore beckoned, and under everyone's gaze, William left the Ravenclaw table and walked toward the faculty table.

He sat comfortably between Hagrid and Professor Frivi.

The students were stunned.

What the hell is this?

Stark was just criticizing the education system, and now he's a professor?

The dragon slayer turned into the dragon?

There's a traitor among us!

The auditorium was still as magnificent and grand as ever, and it had been specially decorated for the banquet at the start of the new semester.

Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating the gold plates and goblets.

Dumbledore stood up and glanced around the Great Hall. No one moved or made a sound.

"I have some good news to share with everyone."

Dumbledore smiled and said:

"After Mr. Stark was expelled, I immediately invited him to serve as the professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts."

Although he is young, he has two years of experience as a substitute teacher, and I believe he is capable of handling this position.

"Let's welcome Professor Stark!"

All the students applauded. The news was surprising, but upon reflection, it made perfect sense.

As Dumbledore said, William had already done it for two years, although only as an agent, but he still had teaching experience.

Besides, given his abilities, if he hasn't become a teacher yet... then Hogwarts' requirements are too high.

But... William is only sixteen years old, the youngest professor at Hogwarts.

This new historical record is probably one that no one will ever be able to break.

William stood up and nodded slightly to the students.

As expected of Professor Stark, it's so comforting to hear him speak... Although he's teaching the same course, their status is completely different.

This feeling is like "a staff officer without a chief is like a fart that doesn't even make a sound!"

The students realized what was happening and all looked at Umbridge.

She has been discharged from the hospital, but her complexion still looks very bad, even pale.

Umbridge was indeed a little flustered... especially since Stark had just glanced at her, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

In fact, she did not want to fire the other person.

Don't forget, last semester, someone left a broken plate on her bed.

The threat was self-evident.

Stark has the ability to kill her silently.

Unlike Dumbledore, Stark would exercise self-discipline, but Dumbledore would not.

A wizard who has destroyed so many cities and fought the Dark Lord... Umbridge doesn't think he's a... good guy.

But as the saying goes, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

It's all Fudge's fault!

Fudge pressured her to fire Stark immediately.

She also needed to find evidence of Dumbledore's and Stark's crimes before the impeachment results were announced.

Isn't this a strong-willed man who nags?

All I can say is that Fudge has gone mad.

Fortunately, Umbridge has found a new patron.

If she performs her task well enough, she will surely land safely in this ministerial impeachment turmoil.

Umbridge was quite pleased, and Professor McGonagall was also beaming from ear to ear, even pouring William some wine.

William knew why Professor McGonagall was so happy.

He was temporarily dismissed, which naturally meant he left the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

Without Willian, Ravenclaw immediately fell out of the championship ranks.

Although several Gryffindor players were also suspended, they still have a chance to win the trophy.

Professor Snape also looked delighted and started muttering about his tenth consecutive championship.

What... Slytherin lost hundreds of points because of fighting?

No problem, Snape said, he'll be back in no time.

He is Slytherin's biggest cheat code.

Otherwise, do you think that Slytherin's five consecutive Slytherin Cup victories before William arrived were just a bonus when you topped up your phone credit?

While all the teachers harbored their own agendas, William contentedly enjoyed the privileges of being a professor.

Sure enough, having dinner at the faculty and staff table felt completely different.

The food is the same, but it tastes exceptionally sweet.

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After the meal, everyone left, and Snape stood up to prepare to go back and brew potions.

He's been thinking about how to get Umbridge hospitalized while clearing his name.

Umbridge was hospitalized so that he could continue to serve as a substitute teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Ideally, everyone would think it was Shit-Big-Kid who did it!

But to his surprise, as soon as he returned to his office, Fawkes, sent by Dumbledore, summoned him to the headmaster's office.

Snape had been there many times, often staying until late at night, so he didn't think much of it.

But when he arrived at the office and heard Dumbledore's words, Snape was stunned.

"You want me to teach Potter Occlumency?!"

"Yes, Severus," Dumbledore said calmly, sitting in his chair. "This task is best left to you."

"Why don't you teach him yourself?" Snape raised an eyebrow and asked sarcastically.

"Yet you assigned this unpleasant task to me?"

Are they so used to bright students like Big Shot that they're helpless when faced with a head like Potter's, a head that's been trampled by a troll?

"I do want to teach Harry," Dumbledore said calmly, ignoring Snape's sarcastic tone.

"But Voldemort will soon try to force his way into Harry's mind, control and mislead his thoughts."

Severus, if Voldemort knew, my relationship with Harry—both now and in the past—was far closer than the typical relationship between a headmaster and a student.

He would seize this opportunity to use Harry to secretly monitor me.

Snape narrowed his eyes. "You think the Dark Lord would do something like that?"

"It's not that I feel it, it's that it has already happened." Dumbledore shook his head.

"In my few meetings with Harry, I think I saw Voldemort's shadow looming behind his eyes..."

That's why I've been distancing myself from him lately.

Snape did not speak.

"You're different. You teach Harry because of my orders." Dumbledore looked at Snape with his blue eyes.

"And your terrible attitude... won't arouse any suspicion from Voldemort."

It's practically natural cover!

Snape: "..."

Why does that sound so sarcastic?

"What about Big Shit? Doesn't he do that too?" Snape asked.

William has his own things to do, not to be distracted by Harry.

But Snape shook his head: "I won't teach a fool."

"Harry isn't stupid; he's already shown resistance to the Imperius Curse... You know, Occlumency requires a similar ability..."

Snape stood up and paced back and forth in front of Dumbledore. After a moment, he said gruffly:

"I'm not just talking about IQ, haven't you noticed?"

Potter is practically a carbon copy of his father!

Snape looked disgusted. "Seeing Potter hanging around in front of me reminds me of his arrogant father..."

"That may be true in appearance, but deep down... Harry is more like his mother," Dumbledore emphasized.

"Severus, remember, don't let a person's appearance affect your judgment; that's the most important thing."

Emotions can sometimes cloud judgment.

Snape's lips moved, but he didn't speak, only letting out a soft hum.

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Severus..."

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