From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

However, Hagrid didn't express his feelings at all. He waved his hand and said, "I understand. I'm going to catch Puffy!"

Chapter 274 says that chili peppers are souls, but it's actually Dementors who are the ones who possess them.

'I wonder what he actually figured out...'

Watching Hagrid walk away, William hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to follow.

Ultimately, Hagrid was the officially appointed professor, with recommendations from previous professors and approval from the university, so he was absolutely not going to be questioned.

"I've already tried my best to teach Hagrid to follow procedures and consider issues from a safety perspective. If I interfere with the course content any further, it will become my course..."

William was well aware of his own limitations; his knowledge of magical creatures was far inferior to Hagrid's—his specialty was magical self-defense, and he had already done his best to explain the basics he had figured out on his own. If he continued, he would become a professor of magical creatures.

'I should go back and check the records. Also, I need to prepare for the classes the day after tomorrow…'

"Of course, I need to fill my stomach first; Hagrid is too nervous about his lessons."

William glanced at the dishes on the table, which were of a much lower standard, shook his head, closed Hagrid's door, and headed straight for the castle.

-

When William returned to his office, he found a short figure standing at the door.

Perhaps because he heard the footsteps of the approaching person, the child almost instantly reached for his wand, but stopped in a panic when he saw Future Energy.

It's Harry.

"It's the first day of school, what are you doing at my office door?"

William loosened his wand slightly and asked with a smile, "If I remember correctly, Hagrid just said this morning that this afternoon is his first class, which is for you third-year students."

"professor."

Harry was unusually downcast, looking melancholy—a rare sight on a child his age.

He looked at William, but his eyes were so blank that it was as if he had been personally served by a Dementor.

"I might die."

"possible?"

William looked at Harry, then examined his face, which was ruddy and had greasy bits of food still stuck to the corners of his mouth from lunch.

Unconvinced, he began to observe more closely, attempting to sense the presence of a curse or dark magic.

But they gained nothing.

“You look perfectly fine, I don’t sense any curse, and your complexion doesn’t look like you’ve been poisoned…” William looked into Harry’s eyes. “Why do you feel like you’re about to die? Did you receive some kind of death letter?”

Although death letters sound ridiculous, they actually circulate among students.

Whether you're a Muggle or a wizard, you can't escape the so-called "if you don't copy this letter a few times and send it to a certain number of people, you'll suffer great misfortune/death/loss of XXX, etc..."

As adults, naturally, no one believed it anymore, but it wasn't unprecedented for it to circulate among students. William heard Filch mention it when he retrieved files from Filch's office—back then, quite a few students circulated such things, especially during the years when the Dark Lord was rampant. Some letters even directly stated that if you didn't copy it, Death Eaters would appear when you went to the restroom…

That's pretty outrageous. In the middle of the night, someone follows you to the bathroom.

"No, Professor..."

Harry looked at William. "It's an ominous sign."

"An ominous sign?"

William was taken aback. "What ominous sign?"

"Professor Trelawney saw something ominous in my tea, Professor!"

Upon hearing this name, William was momentarily speechless.

To be honest, he'd been working at the school for two years and had already heard some of the rumors about Professor Trelawney—"She's a fraud!" "An unqualified professor who only knows how to scare children with ominous signs!"

William had heard similar remarks many times. At first, he tried to defend them, but after being hit by the facts, all he could do was not agree with them.

Although Professor Trelawney allowed him to pass the initial selection, which enabled him to enter Hogwarts through the second round of auditions, it was also certain that Professor Trelawney herself seemed to lack talent…

Now that Harry has asked, all he can do is try to say something nice about Professor Trelawney while comforting Harry.

"Well, how should I put it, Harry..."

William tried hard not to lie, and to be honest, he'd rather face the Dementors now—"Trillaun has a remarkable talent for some divination subjects, but tea divination... is actually a relatively new practice, and its reliability isn't very high..."

"Not very high?"

"Yes, not very high."

William had almost finished making up the story. "You need to know one thing: the history of wizards drinking tea is very short, at least the history of British wizards drinking tea is very short."

"Very short?"

"Of course, because Britain does not produce tea, the history of drinking tea in Britain is actually very short. When Hogwarts was first established, Britain did not even have tea."

"They don't produce tea?"

Harry stared at William in astonishment, completely stunned by the news.

It's like telling a child from Sichuan that the idea that Sichuan cuisine is soulless without chili peppers is a lie—because chili peppers didn't exist in Sichuan at least before the Ming Dynasty…

“Of course, although the British love to drink tea, they don’t produce tea leaves, so tea divination, like drinking tea, isn’t exactly ancient…” William smiled at Harry. “Although magic is constantly being updated, divination is inherently uncertain, so these newly created divination methods are very prone to error.”

"If we're talking about accurate divination, then it should be the centaurs' divination. Hagrid has a good relationship with the tribes in the Forbidden Forest. If you're worried, you can have Hagrid take you to get your fortune told once."

On the one hand, he denied the use of tea for divination, while on the other hand, he brought up an even more ancient method of divination.

This approach worked remarkably well, and Harry immediately calmed down—most wizards were old-fashioned, and new magic that hadn't undergone multiple trials was indeed prone to errors, leading new students to place more faith in ancient magic.

Once the magic of tea divination was exposed, it immediately lost its mystery and authority.

"Professor, am I really alright?"

He carefully checked again.

"Of course, stay vigilant and learn to ask for help. If you need to do divination, go find Hagrid. Centaur divination is a closely guarded secret. As far as I know, tribes outside the school charge 500 Galleons for a single divination by a wizard, and even then, you need an introduction from someone you know!"

"So expensive!"

Harry exclaimed in surprise. Although he had inherited a sum of Galleons, the price of five hundred Galleons was far beyond his means.

"Of course, but not the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid has a good relationship with them, so if he takes you there, it will be free."

William smiled and nodded; the effect of playing the "royal flush" was outstanding.

Most people accept the principle that you get what you pay for, and after hearing the price, they feel that this kind of fortune telling is reliable.

Although the centaurs thought the same thing.

The centaurs outside make a living through divination, and their prices are outrageously high—Azkaban famously said, 'Those demanding centaurs, their quotes can make Greyskin turn pale!'

"Alright, it's getting late. We should go prepare for the afternoon's classes. Remember to secretly tell Hagrid—don't spread the news about the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest, or those students will swarm the Forbidden Forest and cause it to explode."

“Yes, Professor,” Harry finally smiled. “Then I’m off to class.”

“Go ahead,” William waved his hand and opened his office door.

'A fortune telling? Professor Sybil's fortune telling is certainly... but we can't be too careless... Sirius is still out there, Harry is indeed in danger.'

'I'll look for Filch's file later, but I don't think it's very reliable…' He shook his head. 'You know, he's known as the number one Death Eater and spy…'

-

"that's it?"

Ron looked at Harry, still unable to believe that his friend had been so much happier by just a few words.

“The professor doesn’t know how to tell fortunes, and he’s not a professional fortune teller,” Harry whispered to Ron, carrying his schoolbag. “It’s unbelievable that tea divination has such a short history.”

“So my numerology is still the most reliable,” Hermione began to talk about her lesson. “Numbers have existed for a very, very long time; they’re definitely ancient magic!”

"You haven't come up yet, Hermione."

Ron complained under his breath, "And it conflicts with other classes!"

"Alright, alright," Harry said, now in a calm mood, interrupting their argument. "What do you think Hagrid will prepare?"

"God knows... I don't think it's anything safe. Think about what we've seen with Hagrid..."

What could it be?

A dragon, and a dog—but the dog has three heads.

“I feel very dangerous… What’s worse, we’re taking classes with those Slytherin guys.”

Ron pointed to the Slytherin students in front of him and said that it was a Gryffindor tradition to be at odds with Slytherins.

"Hurry up," Harry said, not wanting to get into a fight with ordinary Slytherins. He didn't really like fighting—unless it was that wretched Malfoy.

They quickened their pace and soon arrived at Hagrid's hut.

"My God, that's..."

Harry couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, trying to share his strange experience with his friends.

But the gasps coming from around him made him realize that they had seen it too.

“Hagrid…” Ron searched for the right words, “How could he have become like this?”

Ron was no wonder surprised—although Hagrid was warm and friendly, he was always slovenly, even wearing out-of-season mole fur clothes in late summer.

But now Hagrid is wearing an oversized wizard's robe, his hair and beard are neatly combed, and apart from his enormous size, he looks completely different.

"Come on, children, hurry up!"

Hagrid greeted them in a gentle voice—Harry had never heard Hagrid's voice like that before, not even on his birthday which he would never forget, Hagrid's voice always carried a touch of hearty generosity.

He couldn't help but look at his friends, only to find that they were just as confused.

"Hagrid isn't cursed, is he?"

"Probably not, besides... this is Hogwarts... Dumbledore is here."

Ron responded quietly, but Hermione was still lost in thought.

But Hagrid's voice did not stop, and he became more careful in his movements.

"You're all here, right? Well, today is our first class. I hope you enjoy it. Okay, everyone's here. Come with me."

Hagrid walked cautiously, barely faster than the students, making Harry and the others behind him tremble with fear.