From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

William, observing out of the corner of his eye, mentally praised Adams, and then saw ribbons emerge from Adams' wand.

'I overestimated you. Are you planning to laugh your opponent to death with confetti? Wait a minute—'

William suddenly realized something was wrong and looked at the knight proposing—the man had already pulled a ring from his inventory…

Rings, ribbons...it seems like it's missing a few falling petals...

Realizing something was wrong, William quickly began to make amends...

-

"The artificial hill moved; it pinned down the witch who was trying to steal it—"

"The plot isn't right. Did the professor slightly alter the script?"

...

But the changes that soon followed drew everyone's attention back, and nobody cared about the so-called changes anymore.

A rainbow slowly appeared from the Fountain of Good Fortune, countless snowflakes fell from the sky, and colorful candies flew off the stage, landing among the students watching. Meanwhile, almost all the lights on the stage went out in an instant, leaving only the proposer and the proposed couple under the faint glow of the rainbow.

"Marry him!"

"Marry him!"

……

A commotion arose from the Gryffindor desks, followed by shouts from the desks of all the other houses, with even professors clapping along with the students at the faculty desks.

"okay."

Finally, the actress playing the witch nodded emphatically, and the entire audience erupted in cheers.

William seized the opportunity to wave his wand and pull back the curtain, then moved his foot to look at the 'witch' who had just been stepped on. After confirming that she was still alive, he used his wand to move her away from the center of the stage, and also pulled away the still confused Adams.

The last witch chuckled to herself, then caught up with William and his group, leaving the couple behind.

The audience was now filled with applause and cheers—although the ending of the play had been changed, the addition of a marriage proposal made the story seem even happier.

"Tell me, was the one dressed as a witch robbing the witch, or was he robbing the knight?"

"This one..."

The younger girls started whispering among themselves. Although the scene just now was sweet, the 'witch' who was defeated after trying to steal the bride was also quite adorable!

……

“A wonderful performance, thank you, Professor Kettleburn. I think Hogwarts might really need a mime performance.”

Dumbledore clapped his hands in admiration. "Aren't you going to say something, old friend?"

"Then have a little—to be honest, if the Ministry of Magic hadn't objected, I'd actually like to be the headmaster for another day..."

The old professor chuckled as he cast a spell on himself, "A truly wonderful performance! Let's give another round of applause to these superb actors!"

"But seriously, aren't the other seventh-graders going to do anything?"

The old professor's voice echoed throughout the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall's expression shifted, but she ultimately held back. The two major exams were over in one go, and the final exams were unrelated to the seventh year, so a little chaos wouldn't matter—after all, the old professor would officially retire today, and he would move out of Hogwarts once the final exam results were released.

"Thank you to our professors who worked so hard to maintain order—especially Professor William, he's a great young man, a very excellent professor, someone everyone can trust." The old professor gave William very high praise.

'While Professor Kettleburn is quite right…' Professor McGonagall hesitated, unsure of her expression, 'the reliability he exudes is simply too…'

"As for the new professor, the school is still evaluating him," the old professor said mysteriously, "I believe he is a very good new professor."

"These years of teaching at Hogwarts have been the happiest time of my life. Although many of the younger students may not understand at this point, I hope you enjoy every day at Hogwarts. Believe me, this will be the most memorable time for you in the future—of course, those who plan to stay on as faculty members are an exception."

The students below laughed.

But the old professor ignored the laughter. "Just imagine, after you graduate, seeing Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, or any other professor..."

Although the old professor brought other things, he clearly had no intention of doing so later. "Just think about it, what wonderful times those were..."

Laughter even broke out at the Gryffindor desk, but it was quickly suppressed.

“Well, what else was there? Oh, right—in Professor William’s words,” the old professor cleared his throat, “I’ve already prepared the exam papers.”

"Yes, that's right. I've prepared the final exam papers, and they'll be mailed to me later. Then I'll send the grades back," the old professor looked at the students. "Considering that it's an old professor's last collection, I'd like to ask you a favor: could you possibly get a slightly higher score?"

He raised his only remaining hand, brought his fingers together, and then suddenly spread them apart. "I don't ask for much—just this size."

The old professor spread his fingers as wide as possible, "This is it!"

"Alright, I'll stop rambling. Now, my final words—long live retirement!"

"Alright, Albus, when are you going to retire?"

The old professor pretended to have forgotten to undo the spell, then sat down with a smile.

-

"He's really something, even flirting with Dumbledore."

From the side of the stage, Adams, having finished listening to the old professor's lecture, couldn't help but praise him.

"I think you're really something—proposing with your students in collusion?"

William rolled his eyes. "If we weren't so familiar with each other, you'd fall down with your wand when you pulled it out, believe it or not?"

"Xin Xin—didn't the student beg me for ages? I really..."

"I begged you for so long... but you couldn't have pulled this kind of surprise attack... I inspected every place before I went on stage just in case something went wrong, and you're just afraid things won't get out of hand..." William complained irritably, "Oh right—I almost forgot because you were so angry."

He waved his wand, freeing the 'witch' at his feet from his spell. The poor child lay there dumbfounded, her face showing an expression as if she had just witnessed a human tragedy.

"Alright, the spell is off. Did you discuss this with Professor Kettleburn?"

"No, we just wanted to take advantage of this semi-graduation ceremony to prepare a proposal that the whole school would remember..."

The student who was lying on the ground got up and whispered.

“You certainly made a lasting impression on the whole school,” William shook his head, looking at the last girl. “And you, were you involved?”

"Professor, I know that too..."

William recognized the voice as soon as it opened its mouth—it was different from normal speech. Now he knew this was his student.

“Really…” He shook his head, “You guys are capable of surprise attacks too—if it weren’t for the fact that seventh grade is graduation, I would have made you clean the toilets before you leave school today!”

"Sure, Professor—I've never done this before I graduated!"

"Nymph, you!"

……

"Including the one who proposed, the three of you, men and women working together, are perfect for cleaning the toilets on the upper floors."

William was both amused and annoyed—there are students who pursue this before graduation?

-

"I think we've heard enough lectures already. Today is a happy day, another batch of Hogwarts students are starting their formal life in the magical world after their exams—I think everyone's hungry, so let's eat..."

Just as Dumbledore was about to speak, Professor McGonagall waved her wand and gave herself a loud wand.

"There's a final little ritual before dinner..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with a hint of apology, then glanced at all the students.

"Some unpleasant things happened today, but thanks to everyone's efforts, the accident did not cause more serious consequences. However, we still have some regrets - one of our students from this year's college lost his memories of his enrollment, including the college sorting ceremony, because of this accident."

"Given the importance of this Sorting Ceremony to a Hogwarts student, and after consideration and consultation with the Sorting Hat, the school has decided to hold another Sorting Ceremony for Ginny Weasley."

Professor McGonagall produced a piece of parchment. "So, let's begin the sorting..."

“Ginny Weasley!”

Ginny hurriedly ran out of the crowd, then happily sat down in a chair and let Professor McGonagall put the hat on her head.

Ah, such profound knowledge.

Ancient traditions

A radiant appearance

Advanced knowledge,

The student's guide

School branch students,

The aged Sorting Hat

A reliable navigator

……

……

"

-

"It must have been five minutes, right?"

William came down from the side of the stage, followed by a student with a miserable expression and an unrepentant Adams.

"I think it's more than that, but the Sorting Hat shows no signs of stopping so far."

Adams said with a chuckle, because the students had gone to clean the toilets, and he was very happy.

How much longer?

William was a little puzzled—he had seen the Sorting Hat sing once before, but although it seemed to end slowly last time, at least the end time was predictable. But today's tune made it feel like the Sorting Hat would sing forever.

"Perhaps it was too excited."

Adams guessed, "I remember, it seems like one year, the Sorting Hat composed a song that was fifteen minutes long!"

"Now I feel like it's more than just a matter of fifteen minutes."

William shook his head. "It looks like it's going to keep singing forever."

"Yeah, something's not right—"

Adams paused, "Oh right, it usually sings before the Sorting Ceremony, why is it singing again today when it's on someone's head?"