From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

While cursing the incompetent prefect, he quickly cast a spell on the wall, and a mirror soon appeared at the corner—William's self-taught transformation magic was already being used in actual combat.

Using the mirror's reflection, William quickly figured out what had happened over there—nearly twenty students were already lying on the ground, and there might be more out of William's sight.

"Where are the two fourth-graders? Where are the older students, especially the Gryffindors? Are they all lying on the floor?"

William first complained about the students' lack of initiative when he entered the school.

But while he was thinking this to himself, William didn't hesitate to cast an Ironclad Charm on himself in preparation for any attacks that followed—even a mirror summoned by magic would allow the enemy to observe him when sensing them.

However, the expected attack did not come as quickly as expected. The twins' reflection in the mirror did not react at all to William's spying. To be precise, although they were looking around, their movements were inevitably somewhat rigid.

But this discovery didn't make William feel happy at all.

Although the magic had already taken shape last month, he hadn't had time to improve it this month due to various reasons. The fact that such an obvious magic couldn't be detected meant that the two of them must have been controlled.

This is not good news. Combined with the fact that Hermione Granger has also started attacking her classmates, William's conjecture about the diadem controlling people to injure their classmates may very well become a reality.

'Are you kidding me? There are a bunch of professors doing the same experiments!'

William was genuinely terrified—he could imagine the horrific things that would happen if all the test subjects were brought under control, even though he hadn't been in the wizarding world for very long.

"That's not a crown, that's a disaster!"

With this in mind, William, under the Ironclad Curse, charged sideways and slid towards the wall, casting a Stunning Curse as he did so. He then rolled quickly on the ground and, without even getting up, cast another Stunning Curse.

"when!"

A loud crash resounded. William's Sleeping Charm was blocked, but the second one that followed successfully hit a Weasley, while the spell that was aimed at him crashed directly into the open ground without causing any danger.

Before William could finish him off, the professor, who had rushed over, had already cast several stun spells, knocking out the remaining Weasleys.

"sky…"

"Professor William, you're being too impulsive."

"Do the Weasley brothers want to be expelled? With so many students, even Professor McGonagall would have to expel them without a reasonable explanation, right?"

……

The professors discussed amongst themselves, muttering to themselves as they began to carefully check on the students' condition—so many students had been knocked out, they simply couldn't help but say something.

"That's strange, why are they all from lower grades?"

"Of course, which upperclassman doesn't go to Hogsmogg? It's been raining for a month, and it's not easy to find a sunny day. If there weren't so many students there today, I would also like to go and have a look around."

The conversation between the two professors examining William gave him a wake-up call.

He finally understood why he couldn't see the older students.

But he quickly realized something even worse—what if something happened to the professors, the prefects and upperclassmen who were taking the test with him?

He gasped.

Just when he was most worried, the oil painting he had asked for appeared.

“Professor William, Dumbledore asked me to tell you—the prefects and professors are fine, everything is alright, there’s no need to worry.”

Chapter 173 The Escort Team

"Is everything alright?"

William repeated it subconsciously, and then received confirmation from the portrait of the noblewoman.

"Yes, Professor William, all is well."

William breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing instantly—it's good that everything is alright, it's good that everything is alright.

Although he has been working here for less than two months, he has indeed come to like the job and the school.

"Things have settled down here, but what about the other side? How is Miss Hermione Granger doing?"

"The other side is also fine. Professor Lockhart rushed to the scene and brought Miss Granger under control. Follow-up treatment is underway. The students were just knocked unconscious, and there were no other accidents."

"That's wonderful, thank you, madam."

William said it sincerely.

"You're welcome, Professor. If there's nothing else, I'll go back for tea."

The noblewoman gracefully bowed within the oil painting frame, then began moving towards her own portrait one by one.

While William was talking to the lady, the other professors had already lifted the curse on the injured children—after a careful examination and finding no injuries, the group of unfortunate kids who had been knocked unconscious naturally did not need to be sent to the hospital.

"Hiss~ Which bastard used the Stunning Spell, casting it randomly in the corridor!"

"Where did those two Weasley bastards go?!"

"Damn it, wait—Professor, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about those two Weasleys..."

...

The students who woke up one after another either cursed or made threats, and there wasn't a single nice word in their mouths—but this is understandable, anyone would be unhappy if they were walking along peacefully and then got hit like that.

As for the culprit they were talking about, Weasley, he was tightly bound with soft cloth straps, and his and Weasley's wands had long been taken away by the professors and put aside.

"These two are really causing a lot of trouble for Weasley!"

After all the students were freed from the curse, the professors gathered together to discuss the aftermath. One professor, whom William didn't know well and always forgot by name, complained.

"It might not be their fault. The way those two kids cast spells wasn't like normal wizards."

William shook his head, refuting the professor's statement. "When I took them down, they didn't even make a basic dodge move. It was like driving them into a wooden stake. You see, all the students here are in the lower grades. If even one of the older students came over, we probably wouldn't even need to lift a finger to solve the problem."

“That makes sense,” several professors looked around and nodded. “Those two are the kind of troublemakers who even mess with Peep. It doesn’t seem like they would do something like bullying younger students.”

Isn't this testimony a bit too malicious?

"Then let Professor McGonagall handle it; she's used to it anyway. But what about the students who were beaten?"

"That's easy, I'll do it."

William volunteered, and the other professors had no objections—the scene of William quickly dealing with the twins just now made them trust their new colleague.

"The student who was attacked, come here!"

William leaned against the wall, glancing at everyone out of the corner of his eye. "Gather over here!"

A group of children, some covering their heads and others their bottoms, came over muttering to themselves.

"Raise your hand if you were just ambushed!"

“Good, put it down,” William nodded to indicate that he had seen it. “Those who fought back after being ambushed, raise your hands!”

“Very good. Find a piece of parchment, state your name and house. Anyone who dares to fight back will lose two points for their house. The Weasley brothers’ house will be deducted. There are twenty-three of you in total, so Gryffindor will lose sixty-nine points.”

"The punishment for the Weasley brothers' bad habit is that they will both be put in solitary confinement for another two months, one of which will be spent cleaning toilets—okay, anyone who is still not satisfied with this decision, please write a statement and submit it to my office. Be professional, about three thousand words, stating the recommended punishment and the reasons."

This is a bit shameless, but there's no other way, since it's impossible to satisfy everyone.

Although a few individuals still felt it was unfair, considering the 3,000-word essay, everyone decided to generously forgive the two Weasleys.

Anyway, those two guys went to clean the toilets, so the student who had been attacked had vented half of his anger and said goodbye to the professors without any objection.

"Three thousand words! Professor William, you're too harsh. Even Professor McGonagall's grant proposals don't require that much."

The professors who were auditing the class were laughing their heads off—although today's events were a sudden incident, student disturbances at Hogwarts were commonplace, and today there weren't even any students with broken arms or legs, so it wasn't a big deal.

Therefore, the professors were not too nervous at this moment. While teasing William, they glanced at the Weasley brothers and said, "Let's not wake them up yet. Let's take them directly to Professor McGonagall's office?"

-

Soon, a remarkable sight appeared in the corridors of Hogwarts: a professor led the way, followed by two others, with William controlling the Weasley brothers in the middle, and the rest of the professors following behind—this almost rare and luxurious escort lineup was thus formed.

'This lineup would be enough even if you sent the Minister of Magic to Azkaban.'

William recalled his earlier experience entering Azkaban—four batters escorting a string of prisoners to Azkaban, a rather undignified affair.

"Waaaaah!"

Just as William was lost in thought, the bandages floating in mid-air began to sway, much like earthworms struggling to move.

'Woke up so quickly?'

William was a little surprised—although the spells he used to knock them down faster weren't strong enough, the fact that they woke up so quickly meant that their magical talents were higher than he had imagined.

The professors in front and behind also cast curious glances. They had only come to join in the fun, and once they saw that the person in question was awake, they naturally lost their previous guarding posture.

"Professor William, why don't we loosen the bandages and see what they have to say?"

Although it wasn't ideal in theory, William was incredibly curious, and with a wave of his wand, he naturally loosened the bandages covering the twins' mouths—anyway, he wasn't worried that they could cast spells without a wand, given their presence.

"Professor! What are you doing? We're just wearing a crown, and we were the ones who brought it out with us!"

As soon as their mouths were released, the twins started yelling—their tone was full of innocence. If William hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the two of them had just taken down more than twenty lower-grade students at once.

'Have you lost your memories too?'

William immediately thought of Filch and Ginny, who had also lost large parts of their memories.

"Wait! Filch!"

William suddenly realized something was wrong—the student who came to report that Filch had been attacked by the twins, and then the two of them started attacking the students, but William didn't see Filch at all when he rushed over!

"Did any of you just see Filch?"

William asked the question aloud.

"No, they're all lower-grade students, where's Filch?"

"Oh, by the way, the messenger said Filch was also attacked! Weasley, where did you two go with Filch?"

"Filch? God—no, we just wore that crown and then suddenly got tied up, what Filch!"

The two children in mid-air looked completely bewildered, which didn't seem fake.

"Take them to Professor McGonagall's office. Two professors, we're going to find Filch!"

The situation was urgent, and William didn't bother with formalities. He quickly rushed towards the place where he had grabbed the two twins. Behind him, the two professors at the back of the group followed William without hesitation and ran towards the location where the accident had occurred.

-

"Please, help me find Mr. Filch. He might be trapped in some dangerous place by magic!"

William ran while pulling at passing oil paintings and ghosts, pleading with them at top speed, without slowing down his pace.

But when he ran back, Mr. Filch was nowhere to be found.