From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Is it really necessary?

His test papers were only slightly more numerous, and most of them were for fifth graders. The fifth graders haven't said anything yet—why are you all in such a hurry?

Meanwhile, Ron's hands were practically worn out from clapping so hard in the audience.

"Harry! Harry, did you hear that? The new professor is in charge of the third year!"

(This is terrible, Hermione muttered under her breath.)

He excitedly whispered to his best buddy, and the students around him also looked delighted, some even wanting to hug each other to celebrate this great moment.

“That’s wonderful,” Neville said to the Gryffindors around him, his face flushed. “My grandma always says that it would be great if Professor William taught us—God, if Professor William really did teach us, she would definitely allow him to punish me!”

"A wise decision!" Ron exclaimed softly. "Believe me, you wouldn't want to see Professor William on the podium. You have no idea, Fred and George almost went crazy over the holiday!"

"what happened?"

Several students nearby asked, "We've never heard of Professor William assigning homework to fourth graders. He wasn't in charge of fourth graders last year either."

"Fred and George almost cried over the whole summer study plan!"

Ron never stops praising his brother, "Haha, they're still being led by Professor William this year, I bet they'll be crying in the common room this year!"

"Thank goodness... it wasn't us..."

A group of people shared a common sentiment, and the applause grew louder and louder.

The continuous applause thundered, moving Lupin, who had stood up, to tears – he had never imagined that he would receive such treatment at Hogwarts after leaving as a prefect.

William glanced at Professor Snape and noticed that Snape's face had changed from a pale blue to an indescribable color that looked ominous and was best avoided.

'Professor Snape never liked the professor of this course—and now that Professor Lupin is so popular, he'll probably be ostracized like me next.'

William couldn't help but think to himself, then chuckled and continued watching.

Anyway, Professor Snape's hostility wasn't that bad. He was hated all year round, but he still went to steal from Professor Snape's office once.

“Thank you all for your welcome and well wishes for the new professor,” Dumbledore said after a thunderous round of applause. “Our Professor Kettleburn, the teacher of the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, has retired to spend more time with his remaining little rascals. Therefore, we need a new professor.”

"I am honored to announce that, after a series of investigations, Hagrid has become our new professor."

Another round of enthusiastic applause followed, but it wasn't quite as enthusiastic as the previous round.

Even so, Hagrid, who had just stood up, blushed deeply. He didn't even know what to do with his hand, so he could only hold it under his nose and look at it carefully, trying his best to hide his smile under his big beard.

'Hopefully he's remembered the key points I gave him…' William looked at Hagrid with some concern.

As a professor, especially a new professor, even one who has worked at Hogwarts for a long time, he still needs to demonstrate his ease and competence.

To put it bluntly, even if you're going to pretend, you have to pretend it's good.

Why is Azkaban torturing new prisoners?

They're all in here for committing crimes. You think you can mess with Dementors?

The idea is that the initial collective bullying must be completed before any subsequent conflicts can be suppressed and nipped in the bud.

Although the school wasn't as violent, the underlying principles were similar.

Professors and students are initially at odds when they first meet. If you are impressive, the students are not; if you are not impressive, the students are all troublemakers.

That's how he used to do it. He would either overpower the students with the test questions or deliberately be late and then show up to overpower them—how could he teach if the students were not convinced?

Especially since Hogwarts doesn't have much of a screening process for admissions, all sorts of troublemakers can appear.

Lupin did a great job, remaining neither humble nor arrogant. Hagrid's behavior, while consistent with his usual character, was not conducive to teaching.

However, it's not convenient to move around now, especially since he can't whisper to Hagrid. William can only make a note of it and plan to have a proper talk with Hagrid after the opening ceremony.

The content of the lesson is important, but gaining the students' trust is also crucial; these are the key points.

William was well aware that Hagrid was a genius at raising magical creatures, but he was still a bit short of being a good professor.

'It's amazing—he has the physique that no one would dare to bully even if he were locked up in Azkaban, but after Dumbledore announced him as Professor, he seemed very easy to bully…'

While William was figuring out how to communicate with Hagrid, Dumbledore waited until the applause welcoming Hagrid ended.

“Well, I think I’ve said the important things,” he said with a smile to everyone. “Let’s begin our meal.”

-

As usual, at Dumbledore's command, a variety of food and drinks appeared on the table.

However, the twins showed no appetite whatsoever.

Their plans were completely ruined—they had envisioned a wonderful professorless day on their first day back at school, but now it had become a complete joke.

Not only did I set off with the professor in the morning, but we also encountered a Dementor by evening!

Although I showed off to my friends about all the coursework I had completed during the holiday and received incredulous looks from them, what was the point?

Their formidable reputation, built up through countless pranks at Hogwarts, has been completely ruined today…

In front of so many people, the two brothers actually hugged each other and cried because of the overwhelming amount of summer homework...

Even though everyone around them was saying they were heavily affected by the Dementors and hadn't noticed what was happening, they still wished there was a crack in the train they could crawl into.

In their shame, they completely neglected their plans and forgot their original intention to skip this year's opening ceremony.

"On the bright side, Fred... at least we have a group of first-years with us this year."

“Ginny’s professor is Professor Lupin, Ron’s professor is also Professor Lupin, and Percy is the same as us,” Fred said, pointing to his brother, the new student council president, who was dealing with lamb chops.

"But Percy never tired of it."

"Ugh…"

The two exchanged a glance and sighed.

But whether they liked it or not, the new school year began.

Chapter 270, First Lesson

"Got to work again today, yawn."

William got out of his bed and, still half asleep, put on his robe.

The schedule has been arranged; he has class on the first day of the semester.

The second period on Monday morning is for the sixth-grade advanced class.

Then it's first grade on Wednesday, then seventh grade on Thursday, and fifth grade on Friday.

Unfortunately, the course schedule has to prioritize Herbalism and Magical Creatures. Only after these two courses are scheduled will the others be put on the agenda—after all, students can make do, but plants and animals are not so cooperative.

You can't expect most magical creatures to be pulled out to show students while they're asleep, nor can you assume that delicate plants will survive perfectly well after being repotted at noon.

'What an exceptionally busy week—thankfully Professor Luping was there.'

William patiently tidied himself up and then left the room for the auditorium.

Good morning, William.

Adams greeted everyone with great enthusiasm, then pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"Good morning," William said, trying to suppress the urge to yawn, but he couldn't help it. "You look great."

“You should get up earlier to exercise. I went to take care of the plants early,” Adams said, handing him a newspaper. “Exercising in the afternoon all the time is not as beneficial as getting up early.”

“Not everyone has such a good sleep schedule as you,” William said, taking the newspaper. “What interesting thing happened?”

"Look at the front page, the Ministry of Magic's public explanation regarding the attack you encountered last night."

Adams tapped the front page of the newspaper and saw Fudge's picture.

An interview with the Minister of Magic?

He glanced at the title out of curiosity, only to find that it wasn't true.

[Harry Potter - The Hidden Patronus?]

The subtitle is even more interesting.

[Students attacked, Dementors out of control, Ministry of Magic denies but remains silent?]

'It reads like cheap, low-quality literature—is this the standard of the Daily Prophet?'

He glanced at the author curiously and discovered that she was someone he knew only slightly—Rita, a well-known journalist with a bad reputation in Azkaban.

But if he remembered correctly, back in Azkaban, this journalist had managed to climb to a semi-official position by using his gossipy writing style, catering to readers' fabrications, and employing illogical emotional manipulation and storytelling skills.

'Although I haven't started reading it yet, it feels like reading an article that's been paid off to whitewash the situation.'

Even so, he still started reading.

...

Yesterday's incident of Dementors blocking the Hogwarts Express has attracted the attention of the vast majority of the wizarding world. In response, our Ministry of Magic quickly dispatched an investigation team, which worked overtime to complete the investigation, but the conclusion was extremely disappointing.

Despite the serious incident, Minister of Magic Fudge acted as if nothing had happened, simply announcing to the public that the Dementors had not rebelled, but had simply encountered special circumstances.

This deception of the citizens of the wizarding world is despicable and clumsy. In order to expose the hypocrisy of the Fudge government, we interviewed several staff members who wished to remain anonymous.

A righteous activist secretly told a reporter, "The Fouché government is disregarding the public's right to know in order to cover up certain things..."

...

William quickly skipped over the useless nonsense, skimming through the text to find the useful information, and finally found the so-called revelation from the Ministry of Magic staff regarding the investigation.

Harry Potter himself terrified the Dementors. It was as if he were surrounded by several powerful Patronus, which made the Dementors want to destroy those Patronus whenever they saw him.

We speculate that perhaps those same forces drove away that person whose name couldn't even be mentioned, and now it even threatens the Dementors—maybe…

"A humanoid guardian spirit?"

William tossed the newspaper aside in surprise—he'd been in this line of work for a year and wasn't exactly a novice, but this was the first time he'd heard such a statement.

"You bet! Hey William, do you think it's possible?"

“How would I know, Adams?” William spread his hands to indicate his innocence. “This kind of thing should be asked of a professional.”

"Ok?"

Adams suddenly froze, then stared intently at William.

William looked into his eyes, and then remembered something: all the other subjects had professional researchers... but in their subject, in terms of teaching experience, he was the most senior among the seniors, with no one having taught for more than him in decades.