From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Ron teased Spotty with his finger, then took out the mouse tonic and gave it a spoonful.

After all that, he shook his head, put it on the table, took out the old newspaper from his nest, and casually put the new one on top—since it wasn't Harry's picture on it, he had no problem using it.

"Take good care of yourself, Banban!"

Ron gently patted Spotty's nest, then turned and left.

-

"This situation isn't good..."

At the dining table, Ron glanced at the students around them who were occasionally glancing their way, and whispered to Harry.

Although it was the first day of school and many people didn't have time to read the newspaper, after a whole day of fermentation, the Daily Prophet's report had spread throughout Hogwarts.

"It should be fine, Harry. It'll be alright in a while. Besides, the newspapers didn't really say anything."

He comforted Harry, "Didn't the older students say that the Patronus is a realm that dark wizards can never touch in their lifetime?"

But these words obviously didn't have much effect. Harry was still worried about Hagrid's curse in the afternoon, but by evening he had to worry about himself.

"Ominous..."

Harry repeated softly, "Even Dementors wanted to kill me, let alone Sirius. In the eyes of dark wizards, I must be someone who needs to be killed in some way, right?"

"Why are you worried about this again? Didn't the professor say that tea divination is not very reliable?"

"Can…"

Harry was still a little conflicted, but he didn't know what to say.

"I need to find Hagrid like the professor said... but I just led the professors to attack him..."

Harry was at a loss, unsure of what to do.

-

"Yes, very good, that's it."

William looked at himself in the mirror, making sure that his attire wouldn't give the freshmen any reason to give him nicknames during the first class.

First graders are the most likely to give the professor a nickname, and he definitely doesn't want to take that risk.

Sirius Black's invasion of the school and control of Hagrid with the Imperius Curse has been resolved; he can now shift his focus to the curriculum itself.

He came here to teach and educate students, and incidentally to fulfill some of his personal wishes. When there was nothing else to do, teaching was naturally his primary goal.

"Speaking of which, I still need to apologize to Hagrid privately—" He double-checked everything was correct, "Although Hagrid himself doesn't seem to mind, and his focus is on whether Professor McGonagall saw it or not, it's true that I was too focused on Sirius..."

"I'm going to class. The window is open. If you want to go out and play, go out by yourself."

He patted his owl, which hadn't yet found a name it liked, and only left the office after confirming that the owl had enough food and water.

'New semester, first-year students.'

As he walked, William composed himself and then pushed open the classroom door.

William walked to the podium with practiced ease, placed the paper bag in his right hand on the table, and braced his hands behind the podium. He began to scrutinize the new students, from the first row to the last, without missing a single one.

Then he smiled and spoke to everyone in a voice slightly louder than he had in class.

"Hello everyone, welcome to my class."

He removed his right hand from the podium, then tapped the paper bag he had just placed down with his wand. The bag instantly opened, and thick questionnaires flew out and landed precisely on everyone's desk.

"This simple survey is just a small way for us to get to know each other a little better," William said to the students in a seductive tone, putting away his wand. "Fill it out quickly, and if we have enough time, we can learn some interesting magic!"

This is what freshmen find most unbearable. Because of the Ministry of Magic's regulations, most people only get their own wands before entering school. Now is the time when they are most curious about magic. The students below the stage were still hesitant, but now everyone is examining the questionnaire at the fastest speed, eager to fill it out and enter the world of magic.

'It's a very simple survey...'

The freshly graduated Gryffindor sitting at the back of the classroom glanced at the professor above him, then at the exam paper in his hand, and couldn't help but curl his lip—the upperclassmen who had described how terrifying this self-defense professor was in various ways just a few days ago turned out to be a lie, just like the Sorting House!

'Those big liars! Especially the Weasley twins!'

He was thinking to himself, but his hands were still working quickly to answer the questions. The magic he had just used to hand out the papers was already cool enough. He was very curious about what kind of interesting magic the professor was talking about.

"New students, new educational philosophy; I hope they can keep up with the teaching progress,"

As the students examined their papers, William watched them, his heart pounding with excitement. 'I hope they can all keep up, otherwise fifth graders will have to resort to cramming again, which will really drag down the foundation for sixth and seventh graders…'

"If everyone has answered the questions, put the papers down to the top left and take out your wands."

William made no attempt to hide his intention to get them to answer quickly—what kind of survey is it if you think carefully before you fill it out? It's just made up.

Tempted by this, William was pleased to see everyone speeding up their work, even frantically filling out forms…

But it doesn't matter—as long as it doesn't look like it was filled in randomly, he had already prepared the punishment for filling it in randomly in advance.

"Great, it looks like it's all done."

William waved his wands, stacking them on his lectern, then said without looking at them, "The pace of the next class will be adjusted based on the content of the survey, but for now, pick up your wands, let's play a rather interesting game."

He raised his wand to all the students and said, "Watch my gestures and changes."

As soon as he finished speaking, William gently flicked his wand, and then the tip of the wand lit up.

"Snapped!"

After snapping his fingers, all the classroom curtains fell down, becoming even denser and opaque than before, making William's wand shine even brighter.

"Notice--"

William drew out his words, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the point of light instantly transformed into a butterfly of light that flew from his wand, followed by another…

One, two... the wand flashed repeatedly, and butterflies flew out of William's wand one by one, and the speed increased. In the end, when William gently shook his wand, dozens of butterflies fell out of his wand and flew into the air.

Countless butterflies, transformed from light, fluttered in the classroom, landing on each student before disappearing into specks of light and vanishing completely.

"Snapped."

With another snap of the fingers, all the butterflies vanished in an instant.

William waved his wand to dispel the spell on the curtains, and then made them fall back down—he had only figured out a simple way to cast spells without a wand, and it was quite tiring to do.

But without a doubt, this move successfully stunned all the students.

Has anyone discovered anything?

William looked at the students with a kind smile. "What are your thoughts... or experiences with that interesting spell I just cast?"

This question is a little beyond the scope of the curriculum, but what if it is?

Who knows, maybe this year's class will produce another Percy or Hermione? A student with Cedric's talent would also be great…

"Spellcasting without a staff?"

A student asked hesitantly.

“Wrong answer,” William chuckled. “I’ve been carrying my wand the whole time.”

Chapter 278 The First Lesson for New Students (Part 2)

"I believe that each of you will have a pleasant surprise when choosing your own wand."

“I really like that saying: ‘The wizard chooses the wand, and the wand chooses the wizard,’” William said, gently shaking his wand. Countless scattered rays of light fell from the head of the wand, cascading down like a waterfall.

"Isn't this interesting?"

William stopped trying to cover it up. "There was no spell, just a miracle similar to the one that happened when the wand first met you."

"Alright, everyone, give it a try. Forget the magic you read about in textbooks, forget those constraints, think back to the first time you encountered a wand, and try to communicate with your wand."

William looked at the students below and said, "Pull out your wands, use whatever method feels most comfortable, and then try to communicate."

Before he finished speaking, all the students carried it out perfectly—after his series of performances, not a single child didn't want to try such cool magic.

Just like how newcomers to games crave cool wings and dazzling rainbows, this kind of magic with amazing light and shadow effects is too tempting for these newbies.

Almost immediately, they pulled out their wands, struck various poses, and then, as William had instructed, tried to communicate with them.

The once quiet classroom was suddenly filled with all sorts of noises. Everyone assumed what they thought was the most convenient posture. William, standing on the podium, swept his gaze across the room, taking in the efforts of each student.

“That’s hilarious,” William exclaimed from the podium—not as a mockery, but as a genuine compliment.

Although each wizard transforms the magic they accumulated in childhood into protective power through the Sorting Ceremony upon entering school, there is no doubt that within a week of enrollment, their understanding of magic is almost identical to their instinctive reactions as teenagers.

If their hair is not right, they will fix it; if glass is in their way, they will move it away; and even when they are in danger of falling from a height, the children will unconsciously make themselves float.

However, this kind of spellcasting is uncontrollable and cannot be sustained—even the caster himself does not know what he can achieve or how long it can last. Of course, the most critical issue is that no one can be sure whether the next spellcasting will be successful.

In that state, when wizards first come into contact with a wand, they frantically transform magic into all sorts of miracles—usually fireworks and flames.

'There shouldn't be many problems,' William said, looking at the students below trying their best, estimating how many would succeed.

If you can't learn this magic in first grade, you'll have to wait until fourth or fifth grade to learn it. This kind of firework-related spell requires a certain level of mastery in both Transfiguration and Charms; it's not something you can learn easily.

This is due to both physical and knowledge reasons—many people can easily perform very standard somersaults when they are young, but as they get a little older, they can only rely on training and skills.

The difficulty of learning a spell has little to do with its destructive power. The Patronus Charm has almost no destructive power, but it is recognized as a highly difficult spell—however, William does not intend to teach this to first-year students, as it is beyond their syllabus.

'If it doesn't work, it'll just be a slight waste of time, and we'll have to do an extra test paper today…'

William looked at the children trying in various ways, especially the student next to him whose face was flushed, and couldn't help but wish them well.

But soon, what he had envisioned was realized by the first child. The child's wand shook violently and emitted a red light, then sprayed out a bunch of light spots, like scattered sand.

"Great, Slytherin gets a three!"

William called out to the child who had successfully cast the spell. The child was staring at his wand in astonishment and tried to control his joy upon hearing William's shout, but the black hole from the missing tooth still peeked out from the corner of his mouth.

Soon, the other students also succeeded.

"Gryffindor scores two points!"

"Gryffindor gets a point!"

Then, as if spreading, these children successfully replicated similar fireworks magic. By the time the last student finished the magic, panting heavily, only a little over half of the class time had passed.

'As expected, it was rudimentary, a waste of magic, and almost uncontrollable... but the light was very noticeable.'

'If they can't master this magic now, it will be too difficult for them to see such a flash of light again once they learn the simple spell of Flurry.'

"Let me repeat that feeling again, until you can do it easily."

William gave orders to all the students. Since this worked, he could save himself a lot of trouble for the rest of the time.