From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Hagrid's house was much warmer than William had expected, and the warmth of the room slightly warded off the bone-chilling cold that William was experiencing.

"How have you been lately, William?"

As Hagrid asked the question, he took out a whiskey.

“It’s terrible. The rain at Hogwarts is ten times worse than I expected,” William said, taking a sip of his strong liquor and then frowning—he didn’t really like it.

“I can tell you’re the first person to enter this room without feeling hot,” Hagrid said with a smile, raising his bucket-sized cup and taking a large gulp. “I’ve recently discovered something good.”

"nice one?"

William took another sip, getting used to the taste. "You're making it sound so mysterious, have you discovered a dragon?"

"A dragon? I kept one last year—but gave it away in the end. Poor little Norber, he was only the size of a puppy when he was hatched..."

William nearly spat out his drink. "You've raised dragons?"

“Yes, I raised it secretly, but I had to give it away in the end. Poor Norber, I hatched it from the egg, from such a tiny little thing to such a big one—” Hagrid gestured with his hands, then took a big gulp of his drink, and then raised his head as if recalling something.

……

William was momentarily at a loss for words. Privately keeping dragons was a serious crime—dragon eggs were illegal in themselves, let alone hatching dragons and raising them. This series of actions would inevitably land him in Azkaban, and he would most likely not even be confined to the minor offenders' section, but would go straight there for further studies…

"What are you raising, Hagrid?"

"Fire crabs (Note 1), the rainy season is coming, I'm thinking of reducing their aggression and then training a batch of pets to give to the professors, they are much better than fireplaces."

...

'Thank you, Hagrid, but I'm afraid this guy will burn my office down…'

Although William had never studied or encountered such a strange creature, the room temperature rose several degrees while they were talking—speaking of which, such a creature would be perfect for a Turkish bath…

"Can I see them?"

William made a casual remark, but Hagrid took it seriously. "Of course, of course, I believe they'll like it. To be honest, controlling these grumpy guys isn't easy. It took me a lot of effort to keep them from attacking me randomly."

"Come here, William, over here. They seem to be in a pretty good mood right now."

Hagrid called to William in a low voice, and William cautiously approached, gripping his wand tightly in his hand.

"Look, that one is laying an egg."

Hagrid pointed with his finger.

'Is this a crab?'

William followed Hagrid's gaze and froze—there was no crab at all, just a turtle-like creature!

Although it doesn't live up to its name, it has to be admitted that the fire crab is incredibly beautiful—this amazing creature has dazzling jewels on its shell, sparkling and shimmering, and the patterns don't look like they were artificially inlaid.

"Those jewels?"

“Of course it’s true, the Fire Crab’s shell is covered in jewels,” Hagrid grinned. “Even the goblins of Gringotts acknowledge the authenticity of those jewels. They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

Any creature carrying a full set of jewels looks quite beautiful...

William admitted that he was an ordinary person.

"It's a pity it's too aggressive. I'm still trying to find a way to weaken it, otherwise keeping one in the fireplace would be the best choice for the rainy season..."

"By the way, William, two of the first-generation fire crabs have died. Aren't you very good at brewing potions? Do you need them to make cauldrons?"

"It's too expensive, never mind."

William shook his head frantically—Hagrid reminded him that the shell of the fire crab was one of the finest materials for making crucibles, and the resulting crucibles outperformed ordinary crucibles in many aspects. The only drawback was that they were so expensive that no one would even consider using them to make crucibles.

"It's alright, the second generation will probably die soon too, then we can pay off the debt for getting the fire crabs, we don't need these two (Note 2)."

Hagrid ignored William's explanation and began rummaging through his closet.

"Here are these two. They should be enough to make a crucible. I don't know much about this. If you don't have enough materials, you'll have to wait. It might take the death of the third generation."

A crab shell wrapped in coarse oil paper was placed in William's hand. The warm feeling made William instinctively hold on tight—the warmth of a rainy day was too hard for him to resist.

"sky!"

Hagrid's smile was interrupted by a gasp, and he rushed to the feeding area—where several flames were already shooting into the sky.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

William asked quickly.

“I’m sorry, William, you have to leave. These guys are even more timid than I thought. They think you’re a danger and are preparing to attack. If you stay any longer, I’m afraid I won’t be able to calm them down.”

Hagrid looked embarrassed. "Let's drink another day. Sorry William, that's all for today—"

As a flash of light appeared, Hagrid was interrupted again, having only spoken halfway through his sentence.

'They were actually driven away by the fire crab that looked like a turtle…'

'I only know how to use a crucible, I can't make one—how about we ask Singed?'

An alchemy professor who can't make cauldrons is really just wasting his time, let alone a professor at Hogwarts.

'Why does it feel like I'm freeloading off the university's professors' resources, or doing something that students simply can't do?'

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diary

(Missing) Rain

Damn weather, I'm too lazy to even look up the date.

I enjoyed the class, but it was basically useless.

That kind of educational model that makes students look slightly embarrassed, while not bad, doesn't bring me happiness, but rather a temporary satisfaction similar to that of bullying people in that place.

this is not right.

When the cold arrived, the chill was even more intense than usual—even though both the rainfall and the temperature were much better than yesterday.

Even chocolate isn't working as well anymore...

Even with chocolate in my mouth, while writing in my diary, I lazily thought about doing nothing and just lying by the fireplace...

(crossed out)

The shells of the live crabs were much more useful than I had imagined. Professor Singid took one, saying he would give me the product in a week, and I kept the other one.

It feels warm to the touch, even more comfortable than phoenix feathers—this is amazing, considering that phoenix feathers are clearly superior in terms of rarity.

Now, only chocolate and the shell of a fire crab can bring me some warmth.

diary

(Missing) Rain

Another day when I don't want to check the time.

Afra, that troublemaker, is finally out of confinement.

Having no classes, I spent the entire morning languishing in front of the fireplace, eventually falling asleep while hugging a fire crab shell.

I can hardly believe I would do something like that—if Adams hadn't come knocking on the door with Afra, this despondency might have lasted all day.

All the plans were ruined, and I spent the afternoon playing with Afra.

October was a disaster.

Considering that I want to be a professor at Hogwarts in the future, do I have to arrange everything by September?

diary

(Missing) Rain

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diary

()rain

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diary

October 28th, sunny

The rain has finally stopped! My long-lost energy has returned!

Hagrid and Adams both said that today should be the last moment of the rainy season!

Even Professor Trelawney, who is usually nowhere to be seen, made a special appearance at the dinner table—saying that the divination result was that the rainy season was over!

Long live!

Unfortunately, I only have a few exam papers left—I don't have time to write in my diary today, I have to prepare the exam papers!

Note 1: The fire crab is a magical creature that resembles a sea turtle and is native to Fiji. Its shell is adorned with jewels of different colors. When it perceives an attack, the fire crab can shoot flames from its tail—its shell is not only valuable but can also be used to make crucibles.

Note 2: In the Goblet of Fire, Hagrid cultivated the Blasttail—a creature created from a man-headed lion-bodied scorpion and 60 fire crabs. As mentioned above, the fire crabs' shells are covered in jewels, so what Slughorn took in the sixth movie was really nothing to Hagrid…

Chapter 171 When Professor Lockhart Became Better

"My God, why have I fallen behind on so much work?"

In his office, William, whose mood had brightened again, sipped hot chocolate while reviewing his October schedule, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Although the end of the rainy season restored his strength, there was no one to help him catch up on the work he had missed. Just looking at those empty spaces made William a little heartbroken—when would it ever be possible to make up for them?

However, it still needs to be added that the Dark Lord also placed a curse on his own background. Apart from William, who is already burdened with the curse, anyone else brought in will be unlucky. No one else can be allowed to handle it.

'What else can we do? We'll investigate slowly. Anyway, that Dark Lord definitely won't be resurrected this year, so we still have plenty of time—sigh…'

William sighed and finally put down the thick stack of documents—having finally recovered from that suffocating atmosphere, he figured he could clear his head by doing some practice tests and grading papers; otherwise, with this downward spiral, he was afraid he'd burn himself out…

"Another piece of chocolate, please. After a month of rainy season, I've actually lost almost ten pounds—unbelievable!"

As William thought this, he reached for the chocolate frog next to the chocolate.

-

"Indeed, a weekend without rain is a true weekend!"

When William woke up, the outside of the blankets was no longer damp, and warm sunlight streamed in through the window, filling him with joy.