From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"How should I know? I only learned Guardian Angel during my vacation..."

He shook his head helplessly, "To understand something like a humanoid guardian spirit, one would need to have studied the spell in depth, but theoretically it should be feasible."

“In the past, some graduates would become Aurors and could freely change their appearance. Little Afraido, on the other hand, perfectly mastered the Disillusionment Charm. So it’s not surprising that Harry Potter is a human Patronus.”

He smiled and handed the newspaper back. "This is easy. Professor Lupin can teach his Patronus, or I can do it—maybe his Patronus is different from ordinary wizards', with special defenses against dark magic."

“That makes sense,” Adams nodded. “By the way, speaking of guardian deities, William, what does your guardian deity look like?”

“A beautiful hummingbird, but there are too many students now. I’ll demonstrate it when there are no classes,” William said, putting the fried egg onto his plate. “Why don’t you try learning it too? This year, there are those grey-robed guards at the school entrances and exits. It’s a bit dangerous without a guardian spirit protecting us.”

"Okay, I'll go get the relevant information another day," Adams said, quickly finishing the last bite of his meal. "I still have a batch of herbs to take care of, so I'll head to the greenhouse now. See you later."

"See you."

After Adams left, William began to recall what he had read in the newspaper.

As the professor who had trained Harry for most of the holiday, he was well aware of Harry's talent in self-defense magic.

But no matter what, the title of "humanoid guardian deity" is still too terrifying.

Although the Guardian Charm can only deal with specific monsters, it has always held a high status in the magical world.

Just as his students said on the train, those who mastered the Guardian Deity could easily obtain high positions.

It's rather strange that the Ministry of Magic bestowed such a title so easily—William knew Harry's capabilities very well. The Ministry of Magic already had enough of a headache with Dumbledore in the wizarding world, and to elevate Harry to such a high level was completely out of character for the Ministry of Magic.

That article, which was ostensibly critical but actually praising, seemed to be an attempt to make amends for something wrong and curry favor...

Am I overthinking things? Did I spend the whole holiday worrying about Sirius and therefore see everything in a gloomy light?

But before William could stop imagining, a familiar figure appeared.

This immediately diverted William's attention—to be precise, he was now experiencing a headache.

It's Hagrid.

He was wearing a mole-skin coat, and absentmindedly waved a dead chicken-like weasel in one large hand—it was only September, the first day of school!

'Did this guy... actually take my advice seriously?'

Dressed like that, do you really think you can keep the students in line?

Although William didn't think the image was incompatible with Hagrid, he didn't think that the brilliance of Hagrid's lessons could make up for the bad impression.

The old professor may not care much about his image, but he's been teaching for so long!

However, to William's dismay, Hagrid didn't understand his concerns at all and even paused as he walked toward the faculty dining table.

"Is everything alright?" Under William's incredulous gaze, Hagrid stopped beside the Gryffindor dining table and smiled at Harry and the others. "You're about to have my first lesson! After lunch! I got up at five o'clock and everything's ready... I hope it goes smoothly... I'm a teacher now... to be honest..."

He grinned at Harry and the others, then walked toward the teacher's desk, still waving the dead chicken weasel in William's desperate gaze.

"Hi, William."

Hagrid greeted them in what he considered the lowest possible voice.

Good morning, Hagrid.

William felt a little mentally exhausted.

"I'm all ready. I've specially prepared a nice uniform and even bought perfume to ensure that I can command the students' attention in the first class, just as you said!"

He seemed very happy. "I've prepared the lessons, and I guarantee they'll capture the students' attention. They're not dangerous and they're cool. I believe everyone will love them!"

"Just based on your appearance, I might believe a punctuation mark, and that's only because we're friends."

William tried hard not to complain out loud.

"Oh, this one," Hagrid said, only then noticing his outfit. "It's very cold in the Forbidden Forest this morning, and I can't stand it without this. I'll change into my new suit when I get back at noon!"

'Teaching you was the worst teaching experience I've had since I started teaching at Hogwarts... I should have given you a set of tests... like true/false questions about professorial ethics...'

"Hmm, anything else..."

Hagrid muttered to himself, then finally remembered, "Oh right, William, I have class in the first period this afternoon. If it's alright, could you come and visit?"

“Of course, Hagrid,” William said, forcibly concealing his distrust. “If possible, I’ll go over at noon, and we can do a simulation exercise. I believe that’s a good option.”

“A simulated exercise? That’s fantastic, William, that’s a great idea, absolutely fantastic.”

Hagrid muttered, "See you later, see you at noon. I think we're going to have a really great first lesson this time."

After saying that, he hurriedly picked up his dead ferret and left, saying, "I have to go take care of the animals; today is going to be a very busy day!"

I think so too…

William silently pressed his heart, telling it that this was just a minor incident and not to worry about it too much.

'I was thinking of finding some time to help Hagrid preview the material when school starts, but Professor McGonagall actually scheduled it for the first day…'

"Professor William!"

Before William could finish sighing, Professor McGonagall arrived.

"I'm sorry, Professor William, there's been a minor problem."

Professor McGonagall, carrying a thick stack of class schedules and report cards, sat down in the chair next to William.

"There are too many applicants for the advanced class of self-defense magic learning."

Professor McGonagall said with a slightly surprised tone, "Only a few students are unwilling to continue their studies; the rest of the students want to study in the advanced class."

"All?"

William was also stunned—weren't these sixth-grade students scared when they did their tests last year?

To be honest, although all OWLs passed, William was prepared that not many people would sign up for the advanced class.

Having already obtained the certificate, why attend the class again—is this course really that appealing?

'Could it be that what's stopping students from signing up for advanced classes isn't their interests, but their grades?'

He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

He originally thought that after such grueling test training, two or three out of ten students would be willing to pursue further studies, but since so many students liked it, he naturally wouldn't stop them.

"Then accept them all, Professor McGonagall. We just need to apply to the school for more auxiliary equipment and potions, otherwise we simply won't have enough."

He looked at Professor McGonagall and told her his plan.

"In addition, I would like to request a change in the classroom size, as the original classroom is too small."

“No problem at all, Professor William.” Professor McGonagall readily agreed. “The funding and equipment will be arranged quickly. Since the students are willing to learn and you are willing to teach, Professor William, then everything is fine.”

"Alright, that's settled then. Looks like I need to hurry up and fix the classroom. This is no easy task, and I'm afraid I'll have to bring in another professor."

"Professor Lu Ping is all better now; he doesn't have any classes today."

Professor McGonagall betrayed the Gryffindor graduates without hesitation.

-

"Course selection! Course selection!"

"I'm done, how about you guys?"

"Same here, the classes are much easier now, and I finally don't have to go to those damn fortune-telling sessions! Hooray!"

"No, that's not true either. I don't need to take notes on the history of magic anymore. I can finally focus on learning some useful magical knowledge!"

"Hey, you signed up for self-defense magic training?"

"You signed up too?"

"Of course, how could we not report it!"

"Are you guys crazy? Do you want to do test papers for another year?"

Another student watched the two friends talking and tried to wake them up.

"I've been doing this for a whole year! There are no tests for sixth graders!" The other person shook their finger. "I've worked so hard for a year, how can I not try out what a normal self-defense magic course is like! I'm running away without having to do tests? That's really crazy!"

"Exactly! And then we can use this to show off to the fifth graders, watching them do their tests—isn't that double the fun?"

"Don't forget the Weasley brothers, they're in fifth grade this year! Watching them do their problems makes our classes so much more enjoyable, tsk tsk."

"That makes sense. I'll go and ask the professor to let me leave, no matter what!"

"Wait, I'm going too!"

-

In the converted classroom, William and Lupin were dividing the space into areas—it wasn't enough to simply expand the classroom; they had to ensure that all students had enough space to practice.

"Professor William, Professor Lupin."

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door and came in. "Excuse me, Professor William, the deans have counted more people than expected. Would it be helpful to expand the classroom a bit more?"

"The spare supplies have been urgently procured and will be delivered soon."

Lupin's face suddenly turned pale... He suddenly felt an immense amount of pressure...

Chapter 271 Classes Begin

"Class is starting!"

"There are still a few minutes left, don't give out the wrong time!"

"Why hasn't the professor arrived yet? Where did he go?"

"Could it be what the students said last year, that the professor deliberately arrived late for the first class to give us a hard time, and then gave a late lecture?"

Inside the classroom, the students were excitedly discussing the new course; it looked less like a class and more like Christmas.

As a historic cohort where everyone passed the OWL exam, they are now eagerly anticipating the new course.

Even this small classroom, which couldn't accommodate everyone, couldn't stop their discussion—the professor wouldn't leave them without a place to sit anyway, and besides, this was last year's self-defense classroom, so it's normal for it to be a little small.

"The professor is here!"

The students at the door somehow observed it, and then the whole classroom immediately became quiet.

Although everyone knew from last year's sixth graders that there wouldn't be any dreadful exams in sixth grade, the professor's accumulated authority over the past year had made everyone a little deflated when he finally arrived.

"crunch-"