From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"who are you?"

The two smiled and began tidying up the things they had bought on the table.

"Hey, if you don't tell me, I'm going to write to Mom!"

“Whatever, Ron. Our money is perfectly legitimate. The professor paid for it himself. Even if we take it to Mom, we can explain it clearly.” George nodded. “One hundred gallon for the potion we need. It’s a very good deal.”

“But I remember today isn’t Hogsmeade Day,” Percy appeared with a hostile look. “And what’s with the hundred Galleons?”

"The money is paid and the goods are exchanged. Percy, the professor didn't say anything—you're not the only one who can get Galleons from the professor."

The two chatted happily as they slipped away, completely ignoring Percy's threat.

"Don't let me catch you!"

Percy threatened weakly, then glanced at Ron and the others, "You three, watch yourselves and don't wander around. I have something to do—the professor has a mission and asked me to be his assistant."

He made the threat and left quickly, leaving Ron looking on with envy.

“I want one too,” he said, glancing in the direction the twins had gone, then in the direction Percy had gone. “Percy’s already made a fortune as an assistant… When will I be able to be an assistant?”

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"Professor, I'm here."

“Very good, Percy,” William looked up from his writings. “Sit down, Percy, and let me work on the outline of this speech.”

"Is there anything I can do to help, Professor?"

“Wait a minute, there’s one more thing. Have some candy first,” William added, thinking of a new point—he had come up with a lot of good ideas during that walk.

'Failure is the mother of success'—that's certainly true, but I wonder if copying it directly will be ineffective?

"Here, that's about it. Percy, take a look. This is the outline of your next speech. See if there's anything that doesn't quite match the facts or if you feel there's anything wrong from a student's perspective."

William handed over his written request.

"Professor, I'm just a student, and..."

“There’s no ‘moreover’ about it. It’s just something I’m saying to the students. I can’t keep assuming this to myself,” William smiled. “See if there’s anything that’s not suitable. Drafts are meant to be revised. Don’t be afraid of making mistakes. How can you correct them if you don’t make mistakes?”

"Yes, Professor."

Percy took the parchment.

'The Final Sprint in OWLs - My Personal Insights'

Chapter 228 Percy's Glorious Moment

How was your holiday?

"That's how it is, an endless stream of papers to write—but I never expected Professor William to only give us four papers."

On the Hogwarts Express, two students with ethereal looks were chatting. Although Easter Spring Break was their last long holiday before their OWL exams, none of them had a very relaxing time.

“Yes, if Professor William hadn’t let us off the hook, I think I would have been driven crazy at home—you have no idea, my mom found me a whole bunch of brochures about all sorts of professions…”

“Same here. I was rushing to finish my Transfiguration homework back then, and my mom thought the self-defense magic professor wasn’t assigning enough homework. She suspected the professor wasn’t very responsible…” The child shook his head. “She has no idea how I survived that year!”

"You two, keep your voices down! The people in the next room are still sleeping!"

The prefect, who was passing by, called out to the students who were discussing the matter, then yawned—he planned to get some rest himself before facing Hogwarts that evening…

"Oh, darling, please let me through, I need to go a bit—" A salesperson's voice suddenly came from behind, and then the person pulled a booklet from the food cart. "One of these, darling, and there's a Chocolate Frog and a bag of Flavored Beans as a free gift..."

Before the prefect could say anything, the items were shoved into his hands, and then the enthusiastic salesperson knocked on the door of the private room and began distributing the brochures.

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"Oh, Nancy, how was your rest?"

While the fifth graders lined up to board Night Kira's bus, the students who had been busy catching up on sleep were finally able to have a proper conversation.

Each of them had a booklet and some snacks as freebies, giving the impression that graduation exams were approaching—although they had already graduated about halfway through, having started advanced training in sixth grade.

"It's alright, but I feel like I'm still lacking something, especially in self-defense magic class—I'm still a little scared without the teacher's assignments..."

"Alright, alright—stop thinking about it, Nancy. If you can't pass the exam, then who can?"

A group of noisy children squeezed onto the carriage, ready to welcome the last night before the summer school year.

But when they arrived at the lounge, they discovered that no student would likely get a good night's sleep that night.

A batch of pamphlets, leaflets, and notices about various magical professions appeared on the tables in the lounges of various academies, while two other notices were posted on the bulletin boards.

Careers Counseling: All fifth-year students must attend a brief meeting during the first week of the summer term to discuss future employment with their college dean.

OWLs Exam Preparation Meeting: With the approval of the principal and vice principal, fifth-grade students will attend the exam preparation meeting on Tuesday afternoon of the first week of this semester in the auditorium. Classes on that day will be moved to Saturday morning. Fifth-grade students are required to attend, and those who are absent will be considered as having missed two days of school.

"I understand job counseling—but what will this final push be?"

The students in the besieged group started discussing it, and even kids who weren't in fifth grade joined in the gossip and discussion.

"Who knows, but it can't be a prank if it's posted here, it's just—" the child cried out, "Why does it have to take up Saturday's time? I have a date!"

"I remember we would move the herbalism class to Tuesdays, and playing with flowers and plants together would be a kind of date, right?"

"You mean mixing dragon dung with soil to grow flowers and plants...?"

-

"Professor, what do you think of this version of the speech?"

In William's office, Percy nervously held the seventh version of his speech and asked questions cautiously.

"Yes, that was a very good speech, Percy."

William praised without hesitation—what a mistake! A kid like Percy should be given a script to memorize. He's already approved six times for writing it himself, but this kid is still secretly making changes and then coming over to ask questions with a cautious look on his face.

To boost the child's confidence, William had to change his tone.

“Percy!” William said earnestly, “You know what? The most important thing about a speech isn’t the content, but its impact!”

"Infectivity?"

"Yes, it's about influence. You have to convince people that doing what you say is the right thing to do, and that you earned those twelve certificates through this very method!"

"Professor, you told me not to preach too enthusiastically, lest the students lose courage..."

“These aren’t contradictory!” William shook his head. “They both need it! You need to let them know that even with just over a month until the exam, they can still work hard!”

'It should have been a proper 100 days... What a pity, I didn't prepare enough.'

Ignoring the sudden thought that popped into his head, William encouraged Percy.

"Your grades are genuine, everyone knows that you are the best student in the castle—even among the seventh graders, no one has managed to get twelve certificates!"

As William spoke, he patted Percy's shoulder hard, which instantly turned the boy's face the same color as his hair.

“So you have to tell them that even in just one month, their grades can still improve significantly!” William stared into Percy’s eyes. “Now it’s not just me who thinks you can do it; the principal, Professor McGonagall, and the other deans all approve of you as the student representative to give the speech. You have to believe in yourself!”

"Yes, Professor!"

Percy shouted it out.

"Then let's not worry about the format of the manuscript. It's perfect enough. What we need now is your confidence, Percy!"

William raised his voice, “Go practice your speeches, go speak loudly to others, let them know your confidence, Percy!”

"It's a professor!"

"Go on, train hard, you're the best!"

-

"Percy is at it again."

Fred pouted, looking impatient.

“I heard he even ordered a new robe…tsk,” George said with a look of disgust, starting to do some calculations on the parchment. “Ginny, have you found out anything?”

"It looks like he's preparing some kind of speech or something," Ginny frowned. "What are you two up to now?"

“We wouldn’t bother with him, because the funding the professor gave us has brought our big plans much ahead of schedule.” The twins proudly presented their parchment, but Ginny couldn’t understand a single word of it.

"I don't think I'm going to do well on my final exams..." Ginny whispered. "I've fallen behind in so many classes..."

“It’s okay, Ginny. We’re all the same, we still have Ron.”

The two women laughed and comforted each other, then they heard an owl's voice, "It seems our order is arriving, Ginny."

But not.

They were quite familiar with the sound of the owl that flew in, and all it brought was a thin letter.

"Okay, Mom wrote a letter."

George looked at the envelope with a helpless expression, then opened it. "Have we done anything recently that would get us notified by our parents?"

"Should—probably—maybe?"

"Professor McGonagall was a little worried about our final exams when she talked to us—but didn't she say before that our grades this semester wouldn't affect our college admissions?"

The two muttered as they opened the letter, and Ginny squeezed in a gap to start reading as well.

Percy said you two have been doing well lately…

"How rare, Percy actually didn't file a claim..."

[That professor named William admires you, which is a good thing—Percy said that professor has quite unique insight and ability…]

"I do admire it; I feel like I've spent a third of this year in solitary confinement there..."

It's good that you all performed well; I hope you won't let the professor down...

……

Having read the whole thing, there was surprisingly no criticism—mostly because Percy said a lot of nice things.

But the two of them looked grim.

"What's wrong with you two? Is there something wrong with the potion?"

“No,” Fred said in despair, “I think… I’m not going to pass my final exams.”

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