From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

They had chatted and drunk together many times, and Hagrid's wand was no secret—after the Chamber of Secrets incident last year, William had told Hagrid his speculations and advised him to find Professor McGonagall and negotiate with the Ministry of Magic on behalf of the school to lift the ban on his wand.

At least he was framed back then, so this kind of thing isn't too difficult.

“Professor McGonagall helped me apply over the summer, but…” Hagrid shook his head, “The things that happened back then are too complicated. I heard that several of the investigators have retired, and the rest have been transferred to different departments. The matter is still dragging on…”

"Even Professor McGonagall's personal intervention wasn't enough?"

“We could make an exception, but they want me to hand over Aragog,” Hagrid shook his head vigorously. “How could that be possible!”

His words were vague and disjointed, and it took William a lot of questioning to figure out what was going on—Hagrid was wrongly prosecuted years ago, and one of the charges against him was illegally keeping dangerous animals.

If he were to hand over the spider named Aragog, the Ministry of Magic could then drop his criminal record.

But when they got there, Hagrid refused—'A wand can be used secretly, and it's not that useful to me, but Aragog is a friend!'

Things have escalated to this point, so we can only proceed with the procedures slowly. The Ministry of Magic's efficiency... tsk.

"Well, it seems that using magic to intimidate them won't work either."

William glanced at Hagrid's umbrella in the corner—his wand was right there, so it seemed like it was still a long way off before it would be revealed to the public.

"That leaves only one last thing: introduce them to some powerful or cute creatures, anything interesting will do—what have you prepared?"

Hagrid perked up immediately when the topic came up.

“Of course, it’s fantastic! I’ve been preparing for this since last year—” He happily opened the door to the room, “It perfectly matches your suggestions and will make all the students fall in love with it at first sight!”

'Could they have prepared fire crabs?'

William's curiosity was immediately piqued—the fire crab's shell, covered in jewels, was indeed quite appealing.

But the fire crab is also quite dangerous, isn't it?

“Come with me, William.”

Hagrid strode out of the house toward the Forbidden Forest, and William had no choice but to jog after him.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, Hagrid stopped. "I fed them well and am now waiting for these little cuties to perform well today. I believe the students will absolutely love them!"

As they were talking, William saw what Hagrid called his little cutie.

Those were twelve enormous beasts.

They have the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but their forelegs, wings, and heads appear to be those of an eagle, with a steel-colored beak and bright orange eyes.

What's even more terrifying are their claws; half-foot-long claws look capable of easily disemboweling a person.

“These are—” William looked at these creatures uncertainly, “Hippogriffs?”

“Of course, of course,” Hagrid laughed, proudly introducing them, “Aren’t they beautiful?”

She was beautiful, but that wasn't William's focus.

"If I remember correctly, Hagrid, this afternoon's class is for third graders."

William looked at Hagrid, "And according to the Ministry of Magic's reference, it is a dangerous creature of level XXX."

The Ministry of Magic categorizes magical creatures into five danger levels, which, while crude, is quite effective most of the time—level XXX is dangerous enough.

He carefully chose his words to ask in a way that wouldn't be too hurtful, "Do you think a child who has just come into contact with magical creatures is suitable for encountering creatures of this level of danger?"

"But they are really cute, a bunch of obedient and well-behaved little guys."

Hagrid retorted, unconvinced.

"If I remember correctly, they are carnivorous, right?"

There's really no need to memorize them—just by looking at their appearance, you can tell these guys aren't vegetarians.

"Oh. Yes, but I've fed them quite well."

Hagrid scratched one of their heads and introduced it with a smile, "Look how well-behaved they are, and I can let the students try to fly on them!"

"That won't work either. Introduce these great young men to fifth graders or students in advanced classes. They'll have a basic understanding of magical creatures and know how to provoke them and how not to. It would only harm them if a group of beginners tried to learn something this difficult."

William said firmly that he would absolutely not let Hagrid act recklessly in this regard.

"What about my afternoon classes, William..." Hagrid panicked a little. Having been a student and even expelled, he lacked confidence in his ability to be a professor.

Although the other professors encouraged him and retired professors also supported him in their letters, he preferred William's direct and straightforward opinions to their words.

Especially considering that William made all his students pass OWLs in last year's exam, he felt no resentment at copying the answers William handed him—it was like seeing a pro player's strategy guide and item build in a game; he just followed it.

William's numerous suggestions during the holiday had already terrified him, and he was still not used to some of them. Now, William had made new demands, and his carefully prepared plan had been rejected, leaving him completely at a loss as to what to do.

"There should be some fluffy catkins in the Forbidden Forest, right? Catch some and let the students try feeding them in the first class. They're cute enough anyway."

William didn't hesitate to rule out the dangerous magical creature and replaced it with the pet-grade Puffy.

It's a small, round creature covered in soft, creamy-yellow fur that doesn't mind playing with children and poses almost no harm.

As for food, it's just scraps—in short, harmless to humans and animals, and a weakling among creatures of the XX level.

The reason it wasn't ranked in the X level is simply because its weight is enough to hurt someone, while the two creatures in the X level don't even have the potential to hurt someone.

"That's so boring..."

Hagrid tried to protest, but his voice was so soft—and even by giant standards, it sounded pathetic.

"Aren't there higher grades later on? If you show third graders hippogriffs, what are they supposed to learn in advanced classes? The curriculum should be progressive, and we should provide students with a clear path for improvement."

"Look, if third-graders are already studying hippogriffs, fifth-graders will need to be studying at least xxxx level magical creatures to make progress. How are we supposed to manage advanced classes? Are you going to go and catch the most dangerous magical creatures?"

"Flatbat, fire dragon, long-horned water snake, five-legged monster, what are you going to catch for school?" William spread his hands. "Or can you get a sphinx or a venomous leopard?"

"Or perhaps, a dangerous basilisk like last year? Or maybe you could break into a tribe of those gregarious, magical creatures like the eight-eyed giant spider and capture one?"

William listed the most dangerous XXXXX-level magical creatures, "That's impossible. Dumbledore wouldn't allow it. If such creatures appeared in the classroom, the school would be bombarded with howl letters!"

“So, the highest level is XXXX. We can rank the biology that will appear in each grade; you should be more familiar with it than I am,” William said, looking at Hagrid. “We discussed lesson planning and assignments over the summer, and now…”

"I can capture the Sphinx, and I can actually sneak a peek at the Fire Dragon this year. As for the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider, I can discuss it with Aragok..."

Hagrid muttered to himself, but his voice was still too loud.

"Wait—Aragok?"

William was stunned, temporarily ignoring Hagrid's earlier mention of a dangerous creature. "An eight-eyed giant spider?"

“Yes, didn’t I tell you? Have you forgotten that basilisk specimen we made? Aragok said he really liked it.”

"Wait a minute, Hagrid, was Aragog the one you kept at school back then?"

William looked at Hagrid, feeling a little dizzy.

"Yes, he was very small. I found food for him every day, but then... a mysterious person found out... and reported me."

William stood there, stunned.

To be fair, while the Dark Lord was certainly trying to shift the blame, Hagrid's expulsion was absolutely justified—raising the most dangerous Class XXXXX magical creature on campus!!!

He finally understood why the old professor and Hagrid could communicate so happily, and also why the Ministry of Magic was so slow in its work.

If it's this magical even without a wand, William suspects that if Hagrid were given a wand, he might be able to breed a new kind of dragon...

“Those kinds of XXXXX-level creatures must be reported to Professor McGonagall as dangerous creatures,” William said to Hagrid with a serious expression. “And they must never be allowed in the classroom, not even by seventh-year students in advanced classes. Only the best students and the headmaster’s permission are allowed!”

William was now considering running to the principal's office to issue a warning—he estimated that Hagrid's ability to train dangerous magical creatures was definitely on par with the old professor, and with his giant bloodline, William dared not even imagine what might happen.

The old professor burned down the auditorium back then; Hagrid might be planning to demolish the school in the future!

"Give me the textbooks, Hagrid," William planned to ask the headmaster for permission later, and then take a look at the textbooks Hagrid had chosen. "We'll cross out any unsuitable content from the textbooks based on the risk level given by the Ministry of Magic."

Hagrid was somewhat listless at this moment—although the betrayal from William was about to come, the unaware Hagrid was still immersed in the disappointment of being restricted from giving lectures.

"This one."

He carefully took the book out of his pocket, which made William waver slightly.

A professor who carries textbooks with him—who can say he isn't a responsible professor?

The heavy textbooks, ready to be taken out at any time for lesson preparation—this is the importance of lesson preparation that William mentioned to him during his vacation.

Hagrid seems to have done a good job. Although he doesn't know how to be a professor, he has been trying his best.

"Well, let's take a quick look while we have this opportunity, and then I'll plan out the appropriate teaching scope for the other grades. They're all your students anyway, so don't rush to cram all the knowledge into them all at once. They haven't been exposed to it before, and they won't be able to adapt..."

As William spoke, he took the textbook with his hand, which was covered by a dragon-skin glove, and then his expression changed.

"You got a batch of live textbooks for the third-grade students?"

He looked at Hagrid, then at the book.

In his view, this kind of textbook was meant for advanced classes—where would lower-grade students have ever seen anything like it?

To be honest, he doesn't plan to teach this book in courses before the third grade, since it's the kind of book that even its owner accidentally chews on.

But the book itself isn't important; what matters is the content.

Convincing himself this way, William reluctantly suppressed his inner complaints, followed the usual way of opening this kind of book, stroked its spine, and then opened it to start looking at the contents.

Although his knowledge of magical creatures was limited to their danger, methods of evasion, ambush, and attack, as well as their general nesting habits, he still found the book's content to be a bit excessive.

"This textbook should be for fifth graders, Hagrid."

After looking at it for a long time, William reluctantly came to a conclusion.

“Therefore, we still have a lot of work to do,” he shook his head. “This book is of good quality and offers an interesting perspective, although it’s not entirely objective…”

"However, if we are to use it as a textbook, we need to make serious curriculum divisions."

William pointed to the contents of the book with his hand, "Just think of those third-grade students as newborn animal cubs. They don't understand anything and like to touch everything, so you have to be very careful when taking care of them."

"If they're in fourth grade, they'll know a little bit, but they're still not weaned off their parents. It'll be good if they see something new."

"Fifth graders can barely eat meat, so just show them some slightly outrageous and dangerous creatures."

"When they get to the advanced class, treat them like cubs in their growth stage. They are resilient and just make sure they have the potions and don't get bitten or hurt."

Left with no other choice, William began to change his approach to describing his lessons.

However, Hagrid suddenly perked up.

“William,” he said with a delighted look, “now I understand. The wand is their claw?”

……

How did you come to that conclusion?