From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

William remained unmoved. "Don't even think about undoing it. It's impossible to undo it..."

"Keep training, keep your dodges small! Don't panic, and don't underestimate spells! Don't think you can dodge them; many people's spells are much more powerful than you think!"

"In actual gameplay, you can use the Ironclad Charm to deflect attacks, but that's not the time for you to even think about it!"

"Stay alert, and don't keep thinking about the itchy spot. Just think of it as an injury; the wound will hurt much more than that!"

"Learn to anticipate whether you can hit the target, but leave room for error!"

"Don't be afraid of being cursed!"

……

The training continued until lunchtime.

But by the time Harry was told he could go out, he was too exhausted to play around anymore.

'Basic Auror training... more normal than my self-taught methods... seems like I overdid it today... or is their training just inherently a bit too aggressive?'

William hesitated for a moment, then decided to translate it more carefully... It didn't seem like a reliable way to learn and translate at the same time...

Chapter 256 I will absolutely not let him get hurt.

On that afternoon when Harry was so tired he didn't even want to leave the house, at the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore's rare appearance here brought a smile to the face of the landlady Rosmerta, who was busy with her work.

"Professor Dumbledore, is there anything else you need?"

As she placed the mead on the table, she asked her questions with great enthusiasm.

“No need, Mrs. Rosmerta,” Dumbledore replied cheerfully. “I have a conversation with an old friend later, and if possible, could you please not put the new guest in a box nearby?”

“Of course, no problem. There aren’t many customers during the summer vacation anyway,” the landlady nodded, retreating in a way that was absolutely impolite. “Well then, I hope you have a pleasant conversation, Principal.”

Although she was still a little curious, Mrs. Rosmerta left quickly.

In less than five minutes, her doubts were resolved. A wizard wearing a not-so-new cloak entered her bar and walked directly towards her. "Excuse me, I have an appointment with Professor Dumbledore. May I ask which box he is in?"

"Welcome, Professor Dumbledore's guest. Please come in."

She flashed her signature smile. "The professor is over there."

She then led the guest, who had been hiding his identity, directly to Dumbledore's box without asking him a single question.

After she left, the guest took off his cloak, revealing an even more worn wizard's robe underneath—the robe even had patches on it.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore."

"Hi Remus, come and try the honey bar, see if it tastes the same as before?"

Dumbledore tried to keep his tone light.

“No need, Professor Dumbledore,” the man called Remus sat down. “I haven’t been to a proper wizarding community in a long time, but I still have no choice but to send you this letter.”

“I understand, Remus,” Dumbledore looked at him gently, “but I’m afraid I can’t agree to your request. Our new professor is doing a great job. He submitted his application last year to take over the lower grades, and I don’t think I have any excuse to refuse him this year.”

"Professor William? I've heard of him. He's supposedly the only professor at Hogwarts in recent years to continue working in the second year, and he has an exceptionally good reputation… Many people hope their children will be mentored by him after entering Hogwarts…"

The wizard known as Remus spoke in words that were not easily understood by outsiders, “But he escaped, Dumbledore.”

“I have to catch him. We’ve been at Hogwarts together for so long; if he infiltrates Hogwarts, no one will be able to find him…”

“I’m sorry,” Dumbledore said before he could speak, realizing his lapse in composure. “I’m losing control of myself, but I have to protect James’s child and keep him out of his sight… I also need to get a good look at him and find out what stupid things he’s thinking.”

"Is this why you've refused to contact me, Remus?"

Dumbledore looked at the outstanding Hogwarts student before him. "Because of what happened, you are afraid to face James's death, Peter's death, and cannot accept Sirius's betrayal?"

After a long silence, Remus John Lupin finally sighed, "I'm sorry, Professor, yes..."

"So now you want to protect James's child and then confront Black yourself?"

“Yes, Professor,” Lupin took a deep breath, “I swear, I will protect him with my life, I will not let him get hurt in the slightest.”

"..."

After a long silence, Dumbledore nodded.

“Alright, but right now the only position we can fill with professors is the Self-Defense Magic course. I’ll have Minerva prepare one for you.”

-

You have to learn to remember the pain!

William shouted at Harry, "Your dodging movements must be swift and precise, and don't just leave your wand lying around. Make sure you have enough defensive spells to deflect the opponent's attacks if you occasionally make a mistake!"

"Yes, Professor!"

Harry nodded, got up from the ground, and grasped the stick—a stick about the same length and thickness as his wand, which William had obtained from Ollivander's shop. The old man had originally refused to sell the raw material, but upon hearing that it was for Harry's use, he was very happy and agreed to the dimensions that William hadn't had a chance to specify.

"While it's impossible for you to waste your wand like that during training, you still need to take good care of your weapon, Harry!"

William shouted at Harry again.

"Okay, Professor."

Harry shouted with great confidence—he had witnessed firsthand how easily William dodged his spells and how easily he deflected them with an Ironclad Charm.

"Don't think about how to attack others first; you need to learn how to defend yourself, son."

William earnestly taught the fragmented theories he had summarized over the past year, "Think about it, seize the interval between the opponent's spellcasting, and with one spell, the opponent will collapse!"

Harry couldn't help but imagine the adversary William mentioned as the trio he hated most.

This made his training much easier.

"Professor, how long do you think it will take me to learn basic dodging?"

During a break, Harry, despite his injuries, couldn't wait to ask the question.

Thirteen-year-olds rarely have good patience; they wish they could learn a spell and become the king of one-on-one battles.

“It’s hard to say, but you seem to have more potential than I thought,” William nodded in approval—no exaggeration, judging from Harry’s level of self-defense magic learning, none of the many fifth-year students last year could match Harry’s talent…

'This doesn't even include the power he used to defeat the Dark Lord…'

Although William still doesn't quite understand how Harry defeated the Dark Lord, he has to admit that Harry's talent in this kind of combat is ridiculously strong.

“If things continue like this, by the time you're in seventh grade, I won't be a match for you anymore, Harry.”

William exclaimed sincerely, "Of course, this requires some special tutoring—I'll consider adding it for you if I have the time."

It's not that William gave special treatment; he had taught so many students at Hogwarts and had never found anyone with a stronger fighting talent than this child.

outrageous...

Of all the students William taught, Harry had the highest talent in combat. Other students had difficulty understanding things like dodging, let alone learning them.

There are other things, but those depend even more on talent…

Even Percy, whom William highly regarded, couldn't compare. If Percy was at an O level in everything, then Harry had a near-perfect talent in self-defense...

'Unfortunately, his learning, discovery, creative, and associative abilities in other areas of magic are far too lacking... otherwise, this child might actually be able to fight the Dark Lord directly...'

William couldn't help but compare Harry to the Tom Riddle he had seen in the information and made a simple deduction about, and then found that the kid was completely crushed.

'Only their fighting talent is comparable, and their learning ability is sufficient…'

Ignoring the comparisons, William issued orders.

"Study the theory carefully. Read thirty pages of the book I recommended today and take notes." William subconsciously assigned the task. "Training is over for today. You can go out for a walk and finish your homework tonight."

"Okay, Professor."

Harry, completely unaware that something was amiss, readily agreed.

-

"There's no danger, but the training intensity is still quite high..."

William recorded today's experiment in preparation for use in the upcoming sixth grade—a mixed training method that he found effective, based on what he had learned, what he had acquired from textbooks, and what he had translated.

William gradually organized and recorded the originally disorganized content.

"Those sixth-graders should be ashamed!" William grew angrier the more he thought about it, and casually added a worksheet to the first week of the new school year's schedule. "It's a training exercise meant for third-graders, but when we give it to them, we have to consider reducing the amount of training!"

"And I also need to prepare potions for injuries, ugh..."

He angrily wrote down this part, then began his task for the day, flipping through those books on dark magic.

"Okay, let's take this one for today..."

William pulled out a book, flipped to the bookmark, and began to read—although he didn't particularly like the negative effects of dark magic, how could a self-defense professor like himself claim to be able to teach defense magic if he didn't even understand what dark magic was…

Another proper noun...

William encountered difficulties from the very beginning, so he had to open a Russian dictionary and start looking things up.

"Dementors..."

He saw the word in the dictionary and was completely stunned…

Dementors?

Are they researching this over there?

By the way, the British Ministry of Magic has a group of powerful Dementors; it would be strange if they didn't investigate them…

This is practically the default option for not opening the window; you can't have something and then not bother to figure out how to deal with it, right?

Is the research reliable?

"Fine, since that's the case, let's see what the Russians have to say."

【…

People in the British magical community like to use Dementors; they even use these magical creatures as prison guards.

……

However, we must remember that as long as the Guardian Angel is present, Dementors cannot pose any real danger...

'That's just empty talk...'

William shook his head. The long passage analyzed Dementors from the perspective of Russian wizards, and also included concerns about what would happen if the British sent Dementors to attack, as well as some solutions for dealing with it.