From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

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Please allow me to retract what I said earlier; neither of you is very reliable.

What's with petrifying yourself? Don't you know to do animal experiments first?

There are so many rabbits in the Forbidden Forest!

"Let's go, let's go—I just made the potion and tested it myself."

"Potion?"

"Yes, I'm quite curious. How did you know? I just made it and haven't told anyone yet."

"I'm here to ask you to carry him—he did something to himself that my magic can't lift him..."

……

"Let's go, let's get treatment..."

William suddenly didn't want to talk.

Of course, he didn't forget the medicine in his hand.

Chapter 232 Examination

"Are you awake?"

Singed opened his heavy eyelids.

'Why did I fall into a deep sleep? And those are Adams and William up there?'

'Oh, right, I was testing my newly made magic eye, and during the test I saw the magic eye reflected in the water glass…'

'Headache, the ingredients are even better than I expected, the effect is amazing…'

“Singed?” William called out again.

I've already checked my own medicine, and it works very well. Could it be that the demon eye made from the basilisk's eyes has the function of causing amnesia?

"I'm fine, William, you've lifted the curse?"

It's true that it's been cured, but it was a bit extravagant, as it used a lot of magic potions—the modified magic eye's effect wasn't that amazing, like a villain who's been redeemed in an anime, the effect was quite weak.

Not only has the instant-death effect been removed, but the petrification effect has also been significantly weakened.

Well, if that Demon Eye were to clash with the Ironclad Curse released by William, it would basically not break through his defenses, and there was even a certain chance that it would reflect the Petrification Curse back.

If he hadn't just happened to have the corresponding potion on hand, William felt that he could have figured out the special effect of the antidote for the curse on Singed in seven or eight days.

"I guess so, it just so happens that there's a suitable potion available."

He reached out his hand to Singed, "The surgery was a success, you're a lovely witch now."

"Operation?"

“Uh—” William paused for a moment, then explained, “You can think of it as a special potion-taking ritual.”

"That's good. It's not something like—wait?"

Singid paused for a moment, then straightened up, his gaze shifting. After a brief pause, ignoring the surprised looks from the two people beside him, he extended his hand.

"Pfft, haha..."

Adams, who was standing to the side, couldn't resist the temptation and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

"Shut up, Adams! If you keep laughing, I'll put Polyjuice Potion in your pumpkin juice!"

After finishing his inspection, Singed roared at Adams, displaying an air of impending doom and a duel at the slightest provocation.

"Okay, okay, I promise I won't say that—but, are you conscious?"

"Shut up!"

Singed has already drawn his wand.

"Alright, alright, let me introduce your new product. I just did a simple test to determine the treatment plan, but I haven't figured out how to use it yet."

To prevent himself from laughing out loud during their duel and causing another fight, William began to forcefully change the subject.

“That’s how it is, the Magic Eye.” Singed explained nonchalantly, but his tone clearly showed that he valued his own product very much. “Although I gave the bone to Hagrid, I certainly can’t waste such a top-quality material as the eye.”

“It’s just a bit of a pity, William, your Eye Curse was too harsh, both materials are damaged.” Singed shook his head, “The basilisk is dead, so it can’t recover from the damage. It was only with two eyes that we were able to make this one product.”

“The lethality is gone, and the petrification power has also been reduced, but whether or not it petrifies is also controllable,” he took the magic eye from William’s hand. “Theoretically, it can be used as a substitute for the eye, but it should not be as effective as the original eye.”

"However, the accompanying petrification enhancement spell, which requires almost no incantation, perfectly makes up for the original shortcomings. The interval is also very short, much faster than chanting incantations."

"Of course, it's much slower to hold it in your hand, but it's fastest and most aggressive when placed near your eyes—that's about it."

Singid had an expression that said, "I could easily make something like this," but his tone was practically overflowing with the feeling that "I'm that amazing, come and admire me."

"How should I put it... I still feel it's a bit weak..."

William tries to avoid using provocative language.

"Do you really think something made of wizarding magic can compare to a giant basilisk?" Singed looked at him with an expression of utter disbelief. "I've tried my best to preserve its power. If it's usable just by removing its eyes, then why does Slytherin bother raising such a huge basilisk? They could just gouge its eyes out. Should we add a spell to make it plug-and-play?"

'If that's the case, it's not that I haven't seen works with similar content...'

William would never say such a thing—if alchemy were that magical, then other magical creatures would have been extinct long ago…

"Alright, alright, look at your clueless attitude..." Singed said angrily, "Here you go, experience the power of my magical artifact!"

"Didn't you just make this?"

“Yes, but I’ve already tested it and understand its properties. I have a pretty good grasp of this material. The finished product, aside from replacing the gallon, is of no help to me whatsoever.” Singed waved his hand impatiently. “I need to finish my lab notes; I’ve already wasted quite a bit of time…”

William and Adams were practically kicked out by him.

"No, is Singed such a workaholic?"

William looked at Adams with surprise—after working together for almost a year, this was the first time he had seen Singed like this.

"No, that was all just bragging before. They said they could just whip up lab notes and stuff like that in a flash..."

Adams looked puzzled, staring at the closed door, and shook his head.

“Wait a minute,” the door suddenly opened, and Singed poked his head out. “I just remembered that I haven’t loaded the curse removal function of the product onto the Magic Eye yet. Sorry, William—by the way, give me that antidote. I think it will be very helpful for the research!”

He quickly snatched the magic eye and the half-empty bottle of potion from William's hand, and slammed the door shut again. "It'll be finished in another two weeks. I'll give you the finished product then!"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Adams paused for a moment, then grabbed William and left quickly, but before they were halfway there, he suddenly burst out laughing.

William paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. The two of them, amidst the bewildered expressions on the portrait beside them, laughed without a trace of their professorial demeanor.

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How did your exam go?

"I accidentally got bitten when I was casting the levitation spell on that rat. Will I get points deducted for that?"

"It shouldn't be a problem, it's not a test on magical creatures. What about the color-changing charm?"

"It's great, a really beautiful, multicolored black."

As the two students were talking about their grades, they looked up at the corridor and noticed two figures squeezed into the nearest oil painting.

"What happened?"

"The two professors are discussing a problem over there."

The portrait said listlessly, "It's too noisy, so I have to hide here."

"Go and see!"

...

"Why was Professor William laughing like that?"

"And that Professor Adams who teaches herbalism—why are they all so happy?"

"It's not because of the OWL exam, is it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it might be a seventh-grade exam."

But this answer isn't exactly encouraging—being this happy about a seventh-grade exam is hardly good news…

"Could it be a problem with your grades..."

"Impossible. The professor was so meticulous in setting the exam. Maybe—he stole the later questions and realized he had correctly predicted the questions?"

"possible!"

The two nodded emphatically—Professor William had said since the beginning of the semester that he would predict the exam questions. Although the theory behind OWLs' exam questions would not be leaked, the professors' abilities were not something they could easily guess.

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"Take a good look at the exam paper; the professor probably guessed correctly!"

"But that's the OWLs exam!"

...

"Trust Professor William, and take another look at the last paper!"

...

"I'll let you in on a secret: the professor got his hands on the exam paper and discovered he guessed the questions correctly..."

The OWL exams begin on Monday, with the first subject being Charms. The following days will cover Transfiguration, Herbalism, and Professor William's wizarding self-defense magic.

Between Monday and Wednesday evenings, rumors about William's final exam papers became increasingly outrageous among the students, as if William had somehow managed to steal the questions.

"How are you, William? Are you nervous?"

On Thursday morning, Adams whispered a question to William.

"I'm not nervous. Actually, I was a little nervous on the first day of the exam, but after watching the first day's exam, I wasn't nervous anymore."

William casually made himself a baked potato. "Because I found that the exam format was exactly as I expected, which means that my training of the fifth graders over the past year has been basically effective. If they can still fail, then I have no regrets."

"What about seventh grade?"

"I can only say that they are no worse than the average of all previous professors, and the seventh-grade students are frighteningly good at it—honestly, even if I didn't go to class, those guys could pass their graduation exams on their own."