From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Anyway, things can't be too bad." The old lady looked William up and down. "In short, just wait and see, it's not that bad."

……

Can't you just explain it clearly in one go?

But in the end, he didn't get any concrete information from Professor Marchban.

-

"What exactly happened?"

As all the exams ended and the professors saw the examiners off, William was still pondering what riddle Professor Marchbean was trying to solve.

Will the exam be more difficult next year?

Or are you saying that this time the exam results will be changed from a point-based system to a percentage-based system?

He couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it—there were too few known conditions; William had no way of deducing what Professor Marchban was talking about.

With his exam results almost confirmed, he now focuses all his energy on developing the curse. The curse that makes names bold is about 70-80% complete, and it's time to find useful information.

-

"William, William, cheer up!"

Adams called out to William with a cheerful expression, but William didn't want to pay attention to him at the moment.

Because it's a large-scale celebration with a chaotic style, and it's unclear what it's actually celebrating.

The event included a series of celebrations, such as bidding farewell to a retired professor, celebrating students' discharge from the hospital, celebrating the end of two major exams this year, and a farewell theatrical performance by the retired professor.

To ensure the smooth running of the event, the old professor secretly rehearsed for a long time, with the main participants being his sixth-grade and some seventh-grade students, as well as himself.

Although the wizarding world boasts two major exams, the results of the advanced training courses are not highly valued outside of top-tier professions—frankly speaking, apart from the OWLs exams, other certificates are less effective than a professor's letter of recommendation…

Of course, more importantly, most students who can take the advanced course in magical creatures will end up working in magical creatures after graduation. This is not an indoor course at all, so they have plenty of time to do other things.

"The students are so happy, William, you should be happy too!"

Wearing a magically transformed doll-like coat, Adams smiled happily.

'I really don't know what I was thinking, that I actually agreed to play the role of a set prop—a fake rockery, no less!'

William wanted to slap himself for being fooled by the old professor!

'What? To give Hogwarts its long-awaited theatrical performances the strongest insurance coverage, are you trying to screw me over even though you're about to retire?'

While it must be admitted that turning professors into artificial scenery is the most effective protection, using them as backdrops is just too awkward...

'That idiot Adams… having so much fun… he should have been making you wear a mascot costume and hand out flyers outside the university all day!'

Despite the complaints, William's wands remained firmly in place—the old professor had spent a long time creating the set, and to prevent the professor from being unable to handle any accidents in time, he specially used Transfiguration to create an area for storing the wands.

'Never mind... it was the old professor's last wish...'

William shook his head, continued to sit comfortably in the chair created by the Transfiguration spell, and then looked around the room.

Because there were many things to celebrate today, the event was particularly grand. The principal, professors, and students all came. The auditorium was newly decorated with ribbons and ornaments, and even the students who were preparing for their final exams were all smiling very happily.

"I want some candy..."

William glanced at the pile of candies on the table—sponsored free of charge by Honeydukes, with many limited-edition holiday items also on display.

'Those businesses really went all out to bid farewell to the old professor…'

"When can I kill the Dark Lord and then enjoy my retirement?"

Such an idea surfaced in William's mind—'Back then, we could further divide the self-defense techniques. There are too many conflicts between medicine and adventure. Without curses, we could recruit more professors. The advanced classes for senior students could be set up in two directions…'

William,

Adams, disguised as a rag doll, sneaked over and said, "I got some new flavors of candy!"

...

"That's why I'm dressing up as a rockery. If I dressed up as an animal with legs, I could happily go over there and eat candy, right?"

'Wait, my memory's all jumbled up. If I'm still at the professor's dining table, why would I be wearing a doll?'

-

Ladies and gentlemen, today is…

Dumbledore stood up and began to speak cheerfully, but the old professor suddenly grinned mischievously, took a piece of cake, and smeared it on his face.

"Albus, that's too serious." The old professor's cheerful voice cut off Dumbledore's words. "For so many years, I've wanted to interrupt the headmaster!"

"Alright, today is yours."

Dumbledore laughed heartily, showing no anger at being interrupted. He then took a piece of cake and smeared it on his face. "Have fun!"

"Of course, Albus!"

The old professor chuckled as he ate the remaining cake, exclaiming, "Today is a happy day!"

"Therefore, I hereby declare that today's play, the play that has been absent from Hogwarts for many years, has officially begun!"

'It's all so mysterious, I still don't understand what kind of drama it is...'

William was eating candy, looking helpless. The old professor was all talk and no action, and his secrecy was incredibly high. Even though he was wearing a fake mountain costume, he still didn't understand what the show was about.

"Lucky Fountain!"

Thankfully, Adams was there; he was right next to William when the show started. I'll wait until we move under the lights together later—William's artificial hill is a later addition to the set.

"Um, I've heard this story before, but what's so strange about it?"

"The last time Hogwarts was burned down was because of this pantomime."

Commentator Adams quickly added, "Hogwarts has banned pantomimes ever since."

'So, it's like getting back up from where you fell down?'

William speculated, but no one could be sure what the old professor was thinking.

“There are so many people today, no—” William thought for a moment and didn’t plant the flag, “I will keep a close eye on things and won’t let any accidents happen.”

"Yes, Professor Kettleburn's retirement ceremony will not be disrupted!"

Adams let out a voice brimming with fighting spirit.

But it was of little use—although Adams was always reliable in non-combat matters, William felt it was better to keep a closer eye on him.

After all, this thing had actually burned down a school before, and with that precedent, William really couldn't afford to be careless.

-

"That witch over there, she looks like she's played by a boy..."

Shortly after making his declaration, Adams began to seriously take on the role of the straight man on stage—watching the performance directly on stage without paying a cent.

"Compound decoction?"

William glanced at it, unsure if it was true—in principle, misusing compound decoctions is also illegal, though not a serious one, but if it were brought into the open, it wouldn't be good even if the old professor was about to retire.

"It's not a compound decoction, and my face hasn't changed..."

Adams nodded. "My student, isn't he the one who hates makeup the most? I remember he was quite unhappy when we discussed the beauty benefits of herbs..."

"Herbal medicine has this effect?"

William asked curiously, "Can't you use that as a face mask?"

"what is that?"

After William explained briefly, Adams shook his head. "No, don't you know about anti-aging potions?"

"I know, but the cost is too high. Only pure-blooded alchemists are willing to spend that much. How could we let an ordinary potion master refine it?"

"Um...look, you don't know how to use Felix Felicis..."

Chapters 23 and 4 are not over yet.

Good Luck Spring.

One of the most popular fairy tales among wizards—even in Azkaban.

Back when we were still struggling through tough times, many people said they wished they could be like the witch in the story, casting all their damned memories of Azkaban into the springs to find happiness.

This idea is actually quite plausible, as long as the wizard is willing to discard his memories.

"However, even familiar stories can feel fresh and new when adapted into a play."

William, acting as part of the set design, surveyed the performance on stage and quickly recalled the plot.

The three witches each had their own troubles: one lacked money, one lacked health, and the last one was heartbroken and lacked love. As the three of them headed to the Fountain of Good Fortune to take a bath, a knight teammate suddenly appeared.

After that, it was pretty simple. Like any ordinary adventure story, the group found what they needed during their journey of facing challenges. In the end, the knight himself, who had never intended to receive the blessing of the Fountain of Good Fortune, took a bath, and then everyone lived happily ever after. All the good stories in the world can be summarized in this way: effort is rewarded, it's that simple.

“It’s a beautiful story even if you watch it again,” William remarked as he moved onto the stage during the curtain change, staring at the young performers. The story was nearing its end, and they were now at the point where the heartbroken witch was being proposed to.

"marry me…"

The knight on the platform knelt on one knee, looking at the witch with a sincere expression.

"and many more?"

William suddenly realized something was wrong—why was it another witch he was being proposed to?

He wasn't the only one who noticed something was wrong; a whole bunch of students and professors who were familiar with the story also did.

"Wrong, wrong, it should be Evans!"

The students below started jeering and shouting, and William realized that Evans, the one who should have been proposed to, was the cross-dressing witch he and Adams had been discussing earlier…

'Your entertainment circle is really messy…'

However, the 'witch' named Evans showed no panic. She nodded to the 'knight' and then drew her wand with lightning speed.

The next second, a spell from the artificial hill struck him just as he was about to swing his wand, preventing him from performing any other tricks.

'You want to bomb the school too?'

William glanced at the student who had been hit and nodded in satisfaction; the scenery hadn't affected his casting speed.

'Adams is alright too; he doesn't seem as bad as he claims. He even pulled out his wand.'