From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Harry looked at Hagrid with sincere eyes.

...

"That won't work either, Dumbledore won't agree!"

Hagrid hesitated for a long time but ultimately did not budge, which made Harry extremely frustrated.

"If I catch it, I'll bring you all here to see it, just like Professor William suggested, to conduct a comparative lesson!"

Perhaps out of a desire to make amends for refusing Harry's offer, or for some other reason, Hagrid made a loud promise to both of them as Harry left in disappointment.

“That’s wonderful,” Harry’s face beamed with uncontrollable joy, and he even slowed down a bit when putting on his Invisibility Cloak. “Thank you, Hagrid.”

"That's nothing. I was going to prepare a course like that anyway."

Hagrid scratched his head, then followed Harry and the others out of the house.

“We have an invisibility cloak, Hagrid.”

Harry was a little reluctant; he preferred to run around with the Invisibility Cloak on.

“That won’t work either,” Hagrid shook his head. “Besides, I was just passing by the castle on business.”

Naturally, as Harry and his friends reached the castle gate, Hagrid suddenly remembered something he hadn't done and headed towards his hut.

“You look much more dangerous than you did last year, Harry.”

Watching Hagrid's departing figure, Ron said with a serious expression.

"why?"

“Hagrid can face a newly hatched dragon with a smile!” Ron said in an exaggerated tone, “but now Hagrid is nervous. It seems you’ll have to deal with at least two dragons.”

The joke was pretty bad, but Harry still couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Let's go, let's go! It won't be fun if Professor William's confinement ends and he catches us leaving the castle!"

-

"Gurgle!"

William heard the shouts outside the window, looked up, and saw that his owl had just landed outside the window and was trying to squeeze back in.

"You're back. It's a bit late today."

As he spoke, he changed the water in the water basin and added food to the food bowl.

After doing all this, he looked at the table and saw that there was no owl. Then he looked suspiciously at the window—it was still trying to squeeze in, but it seemed to be stuck.

"Do we really have to permanently replace the windows now? Yesterday there seemed to be enough room..."

Curious, he went over to see if his owl was under some kind of curse, wondering why it had suddenly grown so much bigger.

As soon as William got closer, he realized something was wrong. It wasn't that his owl had grown bigger, but that it was carrying a ginger cat!

"Oh my God!"

William couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, then tapped his wand on the window to widen it—he had used protective spells on this side for safety reasons, and making any changes would require altering many things, but now was not the time to worry about that.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't lay a hand on any creatures in the school, not even rats! You can go to the Forbidden Forest for a snack, but don't go deep inside!"

William was getting a little angry. He pointed a finger at his owl's head and said, "Let go!"

He even managed to rescue the poor cat from the owl's claws wearing only a pair of dragon-skin gloves, then nervously examined it to see if it was injured, or perhaps...

Fortunately, it didn't even suffer any external injuries; it was simply grabbed firmly by the back of its neck and dragged all the way to William's office.

After confirming that it was intact, William breathed a sigh of relief and began to examine its appearance.

It looks somewhat familiar, but that doesn't change anything.

Being caught and flown around caused its fur to become a tangled mess, like a clump of grass. It was already a bit ugly, but now it looks even stranger...

"So ugly..."

After examining it closely, William had to come to this conclusion and couldn't help but whisper it out loud. The cat not only heard it, but clearly understood it.

Meow!~

The cat's sharp, aggressive meows and its erect, airplane-like ears proved that it not only understood William's assessment but was also quite dissatisfied with it.

But before it could bristle, a paw landed on the back of its neck—this paw had a small package tied to it, clearly the herbs William had ordered, which he hadn't had time to untie in the rush.

"Gurgle!"

'This cat looks familiar... Oh right, isn't that Miss Trouble's cat?'

William suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen the cat once during the summer vacation—as for the nickname "Miss Trouble," he felt no guilt whatsoever for giving a student a nickname.

Anyone who hears that a second-grader is secretly brewing aphrodisiacs should know that this child is a big problem…

Although that kind of potion was far too early for a second-grader, making people gasp at the child's talent, sometimes the greater the talent, the greater the trouble…

'In terms of causing trouble, she's worth three times as much as twins!'

But now is clearly not the time to assess how naughty the students are.

"Why did you capture someone else's pet?" Since the cat wasn't seriously injured, William's tone softened. Owls and wizards could communicate in a simple way, and this time he had to teach this picky owl a lesson.

"What? It was chasing someone else's pet. You remembered my instructions, so you caught it?"

"It's a pet mouse, not one that ran out of the kitchen or somewhere else?"

"What about the mouse?"

"You slipped away, afraid you'd get hungry on the way?"

"No? You mean you think that if you arrest the perpetrator, the victim will be fine?"

The communication was a bit difficult, but William eventually managed to get the general idea of ​​what was going on.

In short, his owl stopped a chase between pets and brought the murderer who was trying to harm him to his office.

'I can't exactly lock up a cat, can I?'

William looked at the cat, then at himself, and was momentarily lost in thought.

"Let's return it to its owner and persuade them..." He shook his head, unable to think of a good solution—training pets requires specialized wizards so that they can fulfill the role of wizard pets.

If it's not your own pet, it's hard to even communicate with it, let alone train it.

"Let's lock it up first. We can't exactly take it to the original owner... although we can't be sure which one was harmed yet."

He took a small roll of wire from the drawer and tapped it with his finger.

The wire flew up instantly and then wove itself together in mid-air, quickly forming a small cage.

'It's still a bit lacking... Normally, it should transform with just one click, directly creating a small cage. Too many transformation steps indicate a lack of proficiency in the Transfiguration technique...'

-

“Granger, your cat.”

At the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron, looking completely bewildered, watched as Hermione took their enormous cat.

William called them all over simply so they could apologize to the other pet's owner.

It's hard to find out information by yourself, but three people have more strength and can find people and pets more easily—hate cards are usually used together, so it's not unreasonable for them to apologize together.

"Professor, how did it get over there?"

"It was chasing a pet mouse, and then it got caught."

William thought for a moment but decided not to mention his owl's feat. "This is not a good thing. A pet killing another student's pet is a sign of inadequate training. To prevent this from happening again, I suggest Miss Granger give it another talking to."

"If it is determined that it is not properly trained, it will most likely be taken back, and I don't think you want to see that happen."

"Also, if possible, find the owner of the attacked mouse and apologize properly."

"Okay, Professor."

Hermione sincerely admitted her mistake.

"That's settled then. Nothing else. Remember to study hard."

William waved and left. It wasn't a big deal; if his owl hadn't meddled and brought the cat back, it wouldn't have even reached the professor's ears.

'Attacks on pets…' He shook his head. "Cats catching mice is instinctive, but I remember quite a few schools kept mice. Whose mouse was so unlucky?"

"Hermione, I told you, your cat attacks mice. The professor said its training might not be complete!"

Ron showed no mercy in kicking her while she was down; less than a week into the new semester, he and Hermione had already argued several times over Crookshanks.

In particular, Banban's health has been poor lately, and he strongly suspects that he was frightened by Crookshan.

When it comes to the life or death of a pet, he will never back down, not even if it means not having to copy homework.

"But Crookshan has always been very well-behaved!"

As she spoke, she took her cat out of its cage and tried to comfort it—it looked genuinely terrified.

"Not yet... wait, Banban!"

Ron suddenly remembered something and rushed towards his dormitory.

Unfortunately, it was already a bit too late.

"Banban!!!"

Ron called out, but the mouse was gone.

Chapter 282 New Arrangements for Seventh Grade

Good morning, everyone. It's great to see you all in the new semester.

"Although it's a bit late to say this now, I still have to say it once," William smiled at all the students below, "I'm very happy to see you all in the new semester."

"We are too, Professor!"

"Professor, we don't have exam papers this year, right?"

"Professor, everyone's saying you made history last year!"

"..."

The students below answered noisily, but their tone was full of indescribable joy.