From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Although it's a waste of magic, how many offensive spells can a first-year student possibly have?

It would be better to set off fireworks as a warning. If it weren't for the fact that the students below would definitely dislike it, he would almost want to name this spell a SOS Spell—setting off some fireworks to call the professor or prefect when in danger would definitely be much safer than before.

But this can't be said outright. First-year students are the most rebellious. If you say it outright, don't expect them to study properly. This kind of spell, which relies solely on communicating with the wand, will never succeed if there's resistance involved.

“Very good, very good,” William said, clapping for all the students. “You are even better than I expected, almost on par with last year’s graduates.”

"Professor, did the students who graduated last year also learn this magic in their first year?"

The students behind asked curiously.

“No, I wasn’t teaching them when they were in their first year,” William replied with a smile. “But that class of students was really talented, so you guys need to work harder too.”

He gave the students a little pep talk, then turned to the chalk.

"Various works have their own definitions of magical self-defense techniques, but in my class, they will definitely be based on my definition."

William looked at the chalk, which screeched and scribbled as it wrote on the blackboard: "The so-called wizarding self-defense is simply learning various methods to protect oneself."

"Don't underestimate it; it's a very cunning explanation."

"Even if it were in the hands of the most skilled wizard, he would never refute this statement, because it vaguely says something about everything."

William put on a serious expression, "However, as cunning as you may be, I hope you will all learn to protect yourselves in your future lives and studies."

He stepped down from the podium and walked through the students' aisles.

"There are just too many strange and wonderful things in the magical world."

"Stay away from those fighting wizards, if it has nothing to do with you."

William took the first step, then gently tapped the table with his wand.

A flash of violet light appeared, and the table began to crack rapidly from where William's wand touched it, then fell to the ground along with the students' schoolbags.

"Because the spells used in those battles are more dangerous than you can imagine."

He took another step, his fingers making a loud cracking sound. The fragments flew up and then quickly returned to their original state. If the backpack hadn't been still lying on the ground, everyone would have thought it was an illusion.

"Stay away from things that have their own thoughts. Thinking too much about them will likely lead to conspiracies, which can result in embarrassment at best and death at worst."

As he took a step, he tapped his wand again, and the books in the students' desks began to frantically flip through the pages. Then, a jumble of songs drifted out from the desks.

"The wizard who gave it the ability to speak and think is not necessarily a good person. When it introduces itself, it is mostly weaving lies."

The wand tapped again, and the chaotic sounds began to disappear.

As he took the fourth step, the students in the front row turned their heads, their eyes fixed on William.

"Learn to be humble. Neither wizards nor magic are invincible. When you are not careful, a single spell can turn into a bitter pill that you would never want to swallow."

William casually pointed to the wall, and the Ironclad Charm half-emerged on the clock on the wall. Then he quickly cast the spell, and magical light flashed wildly in the air above the classroom. Then, the sound of the Ironclad Charm colliding with the magic reached everyone's ears.

“Even the unbreakable Ironclad Charm,” William’s voice rose a little as he unleashed Clear Water Like a Spring. The water flowed as he waved his wand, enveloping the Ironclad Charm. Then, with a slight effort, William unleashed a strange purple light, and ice immediately enveloped the Ironclad Charm. The water summoned by Clear Water Like a Spring became the biggest accomplice.

Although it was only late summer, a chill suddenly enveloped the entire classroom, and even the student closest to the wall clock couldn't help but move to the side.

"Crunch~ Click".

Clusters of icicles appeared, sharp and hard, easily shattering the Ironclad Curse with a creaking sound, and then directly smashing the wall clock to pieces.

“It’s that simple,” William took another step. “Don’t be arrogant, destruction is very simple.”

He waved his wand, and the ice quickly melted away, but the clock stopped completely. "However, some damage is simply irreparable, whether it's this clock or you yourselves."

“And one last word,” William said, taking a large step forward and looking at all the students with a smile on his lips.

With a flick of his wrist, a gleaming Galleon appeared in his hand. He smiled at all the students, displaying the Galleon, and said, "Learn to manage your wealth, but also learn to let go."

He tossed the Galon high into the air, saying, "This thing poses more danger than anything else."

William pointed his index finger at the empty air of Galon, causing it to fly and land on the desk of the student who had answered the question correctly and was the first to successfully experiment with magic in this class.

"Perfect performance, child. This is a special reward from the professor, and it may only happen once this semester."

He smiled at all the students and said, "get out of class dismissed. Remember to write a reflection and hand it in during the next class."

As he spoke, the items on the podium flew neatly towards William. He caught them with a smile, then opened the back door of the classroom and walked out.

Chapter 280 Trivial Daily Life

"William, did you really kill a Dementor on the train?"

"Probably."

That's really...

Adams thought for a long time but still couldn't find a suitable adjective.

They are now searching every corner of the school to prevent outsiders from intruding—and of course, the outsider in question is Sirius Black.

In theory, checking all the secret passages on campus every day would be the safest option, but manpower is a big problem, so the only option is to have professors form teams to check them when they are not teaching. William is on duty twice a week, and his team includes Professor Taylor Adams and Singed.

"Shh, Adams, keep your voice down, don't let the students hear."

William checked the secret passage for signs of use while placing his left index finger on his lips as a gesture.

Even graduates might impulsively seek out Dementors if they have a moment of despair, and he didn't want to give Sirius, who might be hiding outside, such an opportunity.

"That was just an accident. The Ministry of Magic has explained that the Dementors were provoked."

He explained it with an excuse he himself didn't believe, saying that it was really nothing to brag about.

“Well, maybe you’re right,” Adams turned to Professor Taylor. “Professor Taylor, what do you think?”

"What else can I say? Afra wants to come to school again, but this state is just..."

Professor Taylor shook his head. His daughter was still a long way from attending Hogwarts, but her wizarding talent had already shown, and she was receiving a traditional home education.

"How about we enroll her in a Muggle school?"

"She's too young to start school, and I don't think she'll be able to follow the rules properly..."

Professor Taylor shook his head, looking worried; Aphra was clearly making a lot of noise at home.

“Early childhood education is a difficult thing, and you can’t come to Hogwarts before the age of eleven.” William shook his head. “I surveyed the educational situation of first-year students this morning, and when I did the statistics at noon, I found something very interesting.”

"Huh?"

The three professors traveling with him were immediately intrigued, and even the usually listless Singid became serious.

"It is indeed very interesting. Among the first-year students in Slytherin, the fewest receive Muggle education, but most of them receive a more formal education, similar to a private school."

This kind of information shouldn't be revealed casually, but it's perfectly fine to tell the professor.

There are no biology students here like Professor Lockhart from last year who love newspapers. Everyone here is a professor, and knowing more about the students is for the purpose of teaching.

"Among Hufflepuff's students, the largest number receive Muggle primary education. Although it is a self-contained system, their understanding of magical knowledge is obviously lacking."

"Many Gryffindor students receive wizarding family education, but it's not systematic. In some aspects, they are far ahead of Slytherin students, but in the rest..."

"What about the Ravenclaw children?"

“Ravenclaw’s children…” William considered for a moment before using a more accurate adjective.

"They're not big... well, not very united, and their average communication skills are relatively poor, but their fundamentals are exceptionally good."

This is not an exaggeration by William; Ravenclaw children are a bit more extreme, and according to the survey, they prefer doing things on their own rather than group activities.

"A very accurate survey result, but..."

Professor Taylor looked at William. "This won't do any good, Professor William."

“At first glance, it doesn’t seem very useful,” William spread his hands. “I just wanted to compare the difference between sending a child to primary school with Muggles and homeschooling them in a wizarding family.”

"We still need to collect more data. I've only done a simple count for the next grade so far. Of course, I also have last year's end-of-term report cards, but they're complicated, so I'll have to look at them slowly."

“That sounds interesting…” Adams said as he checked the last secret passage, “but it seems a bit far from us. We can’t possibly teach students individually based on their backgrounds, and the lower grades are actually ridiculously easy.”

“That makes sense,” William waved his wand, restoring the dust to its original state, and then subtly cast a spell to make the ground even stickier. “I’m not thinking about reforming the school; I’m just wondering if I should recommend some books to the kids before they enroll.”

"That's a great idea! Children's stories in the wizarding world haven't been updated for centuries; they're all outdated and stale." Adams said excitedly, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if Professor Lockhart could write some fairy tales specifically for children!"

Although this wasn't William's original plan, as soon as he said it, he immediately looked at Singed beside him. The two exchanged a glance and then decided together not to discuss the topic anymore.

-

"Everyone's here,"

William looked at the children standing in the office and a relieved smile appeared on his face—these children had obediently come to register after class in the morning, and now they were here to be put in solitary confinement.

"Honestly, I didn't even expect anyone to fall into that trap, but so many of you actually went to watch..."

He shook his head as he spoke, "Sigh, what can I say about you guys..."

“The confinement can’t be lifted so easily. You’ll have to copy something. I remember Mr. Filch issued a new injunction this semester. You can copy that first.”

He pointed to the area of ​​the office that he had temporarily expanded, where tables and chairs that had been magically moved there had been set up. "Don't overwork yourself. Just copy it fifteen times, or until you can recite it from memory."

"professor…"

A group of children looked at William with innocent eyes, trying to escape the punishment—but unfortunately, many people had already done this last year.

Parchment, ink, quills—everything was prepared perfectly, even the sample essays were ready long ago.

After a year of solitary confinement in Gryffindor, William was already quite adept at it.

-

"Harry, are we really going to find Hagrid?"

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron was trying to persuade Harry one last time, while also trying to persuade himself.

“We need to apologize, Ron.”

As Harry spoke, he pulled out his Invisibility Cloak. "Let Hagrid see what's wrong with Scabbers, and then take the opportunity to apologize. I think that's fantastic."

"But Hagrid has already forgiven us..."

“That’s different, Ron,” Harry grabbed Ron’s shoulder. “We thought Hagrid was acting strangely, so we rushed to find the professor, and that’s why the professor attacked Hagrid.”

"Okay, you're right..."

Ron eventually gave in—he also felt somewhat guilty towards Hagrid.

"You've worked hard, Banban. We need to get Hagrid to take a look at your illness. He's a recognized outstanding professor, and everyone acknowledges his expertise in magical creatures."