From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

...

What's there to argue about?

One group believes it's a household apron, arguing that the contrast is striking; the other group…

Forehead…

William was at a loss for words.

"But they soon started arguing about the same old issue: one side insisted that the apron must be for home use, claiming it was as unquestionable as savory crepes, while the other side argued about whether crepes should be sweet or savory."

"what?"

"Then the argument turned to the pizza... whether or not to add pineapple."

"this…"

"It's a tradition, let them argue..."

William decided to remain silent; he truly didn't know what to choose.

"Won't they start fighting?"

"Probably not, but our club is probably in for a long pizza rush..."

Adams shook his head. "We have to argue until we get to a conclusion."

Well… William didn’t know what to say for a moment, and subconsciously glanced over there—they probably won’t make a move, right?

"Where's that girl over there? Why does it look like she's arguing with both sides?"

He noticed something was off over there. He gestured with his finger and remembered the girl who was arguing so fiercely. She was the one who got the lowest score in the open-book exam all year. I think her name was Selma?

"Her?"

Adams glanced at it, his expression turning somewhat strange. "She's now operating in her own right..."

"Ok?"

"She wants to add chili peppers to her crepes..."

Chapter 287 The New Fifth Grade

Good morning, Percy.

On Friday morning, Percy knocked on William's office door, following the note he had received the previous night.

When he entered the office, he discovered that he was not the only one who had been summoned; four students were already sitting in the chairs in front of his desk.

'Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw.'

Percy easily recognized the other four students—after all, they had known each other for over six years, and anyone who performed even slightly well would be remembered.

"Have something to eat," William said, handing them a small basket of snacks. "I didn't call you all here for anything important. Consider it a lesson for me, and I'll give you a little extra practice."

"Of course, no problem, Professor."

The students readily agreed with a few laughs—the note William had asked a younger student to bring him the night before had already stated that it was not mandatory; students with time only needed to reply by owl and arrive at his office before 7:30 in the morning.

“That’s great. I’m sure the fifth graders will remember this lesson,” William nodded to them. “Let’s have lunch in my office. We still have a few things to discuss.”

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"Is there still time?!"

"Don't rush! There's still a little while!"

Inside the self-defense classroom, students nervously stared at the wall clock, rapidly copying down notes on their desks with shorthand quill pens.

"Idiot, the ink you used is too dark! The professor will notice!"

"And you, how many times have I told you, don't even think about casting a spell on the copied content! Even a blind person could tell the difference after casting a spell!"

The twins' slightly irritable voices echoed in the classroom, but no one stood up to reprimand them. Even the Slytherin students, who were usually at odds with Gryffindor, had no desire to cause trouble at this moment.

We reiterate!

Fred raised his voice slightly, "Don't even think about using shorthand quills, autocorrect quills, telescopes, or other clumsy cheating tools. We must abandon all magical gadgets and absolutely not risk exposing those carefully crafted cheat sheets!"

“We specifically sent someone to check the dining tables this morning, and Professor William didn’t show up today. Do you think he didn’t want to eat breakfast or was preparing for the morning’s exam?”

George stood beside her, his usual carefree demeanor gone. "The first exam! The first exam of the semester! The sixth graders may have forgotten, but we must remember. If we all fail again, we'll repeat the same mistake and become Professor William's toys for the entire next year!"

Almost everyone shuddered, but no one objected.

Everyone knows the students who took the exam last year, and no one has forgotten that the top student in the grade failed—even the best student in the fifth grade has few objections at this moment.

Could it be that he's going to end up like Nancy last year, where he was first but had a failing grade for half a year?

Those younger kids don't have to take exams, so they don't understand the pain of facing Professor William.

Although he, like a few of his classmates, had no intention of cheating, he had no intention of revealing that anyone had cheated—he might not be able to solve that dreadful exam, but as long as someone passed, it would be a success!

-

"Will we succeed, Lee?"

As class time drew closer, Fred couldn't help but ask his friend Lee Jordan, who had planned the whole thing with them.

"I don't know, but we did our best."

Looking at the busy students, Li Qiaodan said something discouraging.

"Yeah, even open-book exams can cause people to fail, even with a little cheat sheet..."

Fred shook his head. "We started planning this cheating scheme at the beginning of the semester. We got sample papers from last year's students, found people to answer them, and asked Muggle-born students about cheating methods..."

"Did you use that last year?"

"That's not important. What's important is that we've put all our effort into preparing for this exam. As far as I know, professors generally like to use last year's material today."

"Ok?"

"Of course, I've inquired about Professor McGonagall's teaching style and homework assignment patterns, otherwise how do you think I've managed to escape those papers all these years?"

George said to his friend with a proud look on his face.

“But…” Lee Jordan looked at him worriedly, “you’ve already said this before…”

"Did I already say that?"

"Yes, you revealed this secret when elective courses became available in third grade..."

"... "

The three of them exchanged a glance, then fell into endless sorrow.

-

Good morning, everyone.

William walked into the classroom with a relaxed expression, looking at the group of fifth-grade students with a kind and friendly smile.

"Although most of you had some contact with me at school last year for various reasons," he said, looking at the familiar faces below, even joking, "we can only begin formal classes today."

Sparse applause broke out from below, but as William smiled and nodded, the applause suddenly increased, and everyone clapped wildly.

'It's not that he's unwelcoming... it feels like he has his mind on something else.'

'But that's strange, my class was the first one today. Did something happen this morning?'

"That can't be right. If something really happened, I would definitely have been notified."

The thought flashed through his mind for a moment, and William continued speaking.

"It is precisely because of the above reasons that I do not have a deep understanding of you all. I cannot determine how much knowledge you have acquired or what you have learned."

"That's not a good idea."

William shook his head. "So, we need to have a diagnostic test."

"It's finally here!"

This thought arose in everyone's mind, like the second shoe finally dropping.

“But,” William continued, “there are always some kids who think that exams are not a good way to judge their abilities. I heard a lot of complaints about that last year.”

???

Amidst the surprised gazes of all the students, William called the students at the door in, "So I called them over, some of the best seventh graders."

“Children who don’t want to take a written exam can sign up for a magic exam,” William said with a smile. “Or, shall we take a magic exam first and then have the actual exam?”

But to William's surprise, the new exam format didn't seem to be very popular. The students looked at each other, unable to make a choice for a while.

Is it really necessary?

His curiosity was piqued immediately—with the exams being so difficult all year, shouldn't everyone choose to practice this year?

The seventh graders had just been tested and warned to go all out, even if it meant taking on two fifth graders at once. After defeating all the fifth graders, the impact on the students should be no less than last year.

But what's the situation now?

Chapter 288 Divination and the Club

The first week of school has passed just like that.

William wrote this sentence under the date and weather in his diary, and then paused.

There were just too many things to complain about today, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Today's lesson was... well, let's just say it wasn't great.

Although I called in seventh-year students and instructed them to be ruthless, and even specially changed the tester—Percy, the Gryffindor tester, a Slytherin…]

After thinking for a moment, William crossed out the sentence above—the problem wasn't there.

What were those kids thinking?

Making cheat sheets on their desks—how did they even come up with that? This fifth grade is probably the most mischievous group of students out of all!

Or perhaps, the dumbest of the bunch?

What makes a student leader, and what about the majority of students...?