From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

This sentence has been crossed out again.

[Cedric should be excluded; that Hufflepuff kid is no less talented or hardworking than Percy… perhaps it's just that Hufflepuffs don't attend classes with Gryffindors…]

This sentence was crossed out again.

William glanced at the parchment, which was already badly scribbled on, and simply took it out whole, crumpled it into a ball, burned it, and then started writing from the beginning on a new page.

The exam went smoothly, the expected results were achieved, the treatment plan was effective, the potion worked well, and the students' emotions remained stable.

Five ringleaders of the cheating scheme were sentenced to half a month of confinement, and those involved were sentenced to one week of confinement. The cheating incident has come to an end.

[Teaching assistant stipend paid (already reimbursed).]

"Okay, let's leave it at that."

After looking at the record, although it didn't look like a diary at all, there was no doubt that all the points that needed to be recorded were written in it. After thinking for a moment, William added the number of people and then prepared to put the diary down.

After thinking for a moment, he finally added, "For better control, the number of teaching assistants should be a maximum of two."

After writing all this, William nodded in satisfaction, put away his diary, and then continued to deal with that damned Russian.

-

"yawn…"

Ron reluctantly got out of bed, looking at Harry with sleepy eyes.

"Are you sure you want it this early, Harry?"

“Shh, Ron,” Harry put a finger to his lips, “don’t wake them up. It’s the weekend, they’re probably looking for a good night’s sleep.”

'I want to too…'

Ron really wanted to say that, but he carefully dressed and tiptoed out of the house with Harry.

“By the way,” Ron said, feeling much more relaxed after leaving the house, “aren’t we training today? Wood let you off so easily?”

Wood is the captain of the Hogwarts Quidditch team and is obsessed with winning the championship. However, Hufflepuff lost most of its players in the Basilisk incident last year. There was no other way, because the competition was fierce and everyone was training hard. There were too many Quidditch players who were easy to catch if they went out early or late.

Just as programmers make up the majority of people walking on the street late at night, it's perfectly normal for Quidditch players to be lying in hospitals.

Naturally, the Quidditch match could not be held—losing one player was something they could still do with a thick skin, but losing half their players would be something any team with a modicum of honor would refuse to do.

“He really wanted to make us train, but…” Harry shook his head, “Yesterday we were told that Fred and George were put in detention, as was Angelina, and the professor wouldn’t grant them leave…”

With three players missing, what's the point of playing practice matches...?

"Huh? I haven't heard of that. What happened to them?"

Ron had obviously just heard that his two older brothers had been put in solitary confinement again, but he wasn't surprised—it would be an anomaly if Fred and George weren't put in solitary confinement for a month.

"In the professor's words directed at Wood, they're making a fool of themselves..."

Harry couldn't help but recall Wood's deathly pale face from yesterday—when Wood heard at noon that three of his teammates had been put in solitary confinement, he immediately went to plead with the professor, but when he returned, his face was completely bloodless for half a day.

"what?"

Ron was taken aback. "I thought the professor really liked Fred and the others, so how could this be?"

"You like it?"

Harry looked at Ron with suspicion in his eyes. If the two hadn't just come out of a house and Ron hadn't shown any other unusual behavior recently, he would have run away right now.

Why would you think that?

“Why not?” Ron looked at Harry. “How could ordinary students receive that kind of attention? Fred and George have special homework, which is hard work, but as far as I know, they are the only two students in the whole school who receive this kind of treatment.”

"Is that right?"

"Of course, Harry, but what exactly did those two do that made the professor so angry?"

“Cheating, group cheating, and then they got caught.” Harry knew this very well, because Wood had gone on and on about it several times after he came back before he calmed down a little.

“Okay, they definitely deserved it. I remember the professor saying last year that being caught cheating could even lead to expulsion. What were Fred and the others thinking…”

"But Harry, what are we doing out so early?"

After half a day of conversation, Ron finally remembered the important matter—since he hadn't quite woken up yet, he now remembered to ask Harry what he had been doing today.

“I’m looking for Hagrid. He promised yesterday he’d take me deep into the Forbidden Forest for a real fortune-telling,” Harry said with an embarrassed smile.

Because of the tea divination incident, he was still resentful about the divination results. After Wood had to announce a training suspension, he immediately wrote to Hagrid, who agreed to the request almost without hesitation.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Ron was even more anxious than Harry. "Let's go find Hagrid. I heard those centaurs live deep in the Forbidden Forest. It'll probably be a long walk."

He was right.

When the two of them arrived at Hagrid's hut, Hagrid had even brought some dry rations.

"Teeth!"

As he called to his hound, he said to Harry, “Come on, we have a long way to go. Those centaurs don’t like to interact with humans, and they live quite far away.”

"Have you had breakfast? If not, you can eat on the way."

Harry and Ron each received a hard, rocky crust.

-

'What should I do this weekend?'

When William got out of bed, he suddenly felt a little lost.

The test papers are already out for half a month. Further papers will be released based on the teaching situation in the following week.

Translation has encountered another major challenge. I haven't found a good translation method yet, so I can basically put it on hold for now and wait for inspiration.

William doesn't need to keep an eye on things today—the toilet, which has been empty for the holiday, is welcoming new unlucky souls. Because their cheating methods are so crude and they completely fail to understand the serious consequences of cheating, William decides to let the toilet help them remember.

These are fifth-graders who are about to take the OWLs exams, and they still haven't realized that their group cheating will land them in Azkaban! Have they used all their intelligence to cleverly evade punishment all these years?

'I'm at a loss for what to do. I can't exactly go to Black Lake to practice flying this weekend, can I?'

That's obviously impossible; there are a bunch of students watching. He'd rather practice magic in an empty classroom—anyway, those classrooms are empty on weekends, whether they're open or not depends entirely on the professor.

'There aren't many spells suitable for practice; daily training is sufficient, and there aren't any that require memorizing more deeply right now.'

After pondering for a long time, William sadly realized that he really didn't know what to do next.

“William!”

Adams' voice came from outside the office, which made William, who had been planning to just relax for the day, sit up abruptly.

"What is it?"

When he used magic to open the door and ask, Adams rushed in and answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Duel Club!"

"Ok?"

William paused for a moment, then remembered that it seemed like they had mentioned it at the beginning of the semester, but at the time he was too busy recalling the joy of killing a Dementor with his own hands and was also in the lingering fear of using the Unforgivable Curse, so his memory was unclear.

I got so angry with the fifth graders yesterday that I completely forgot about it.

"That's true, but doesn't it require some preparation?"

“How can you succeed if you don’t even start?” Adams said matter-of-factly. “You can’t expect Professor Lupin to do the preparations, can you? He doesn’t have that much influence over the students, after all, he has no experience.”

"Besides, if we don't run a club, we can't just give students recommendation letters based on their class grades. That's not convincing enough. You can't just issue those kinds of letters of recommendation. You have to be responsible to the graduates!"

Adams's words left William somewhat bewildered—didn't they manage to get by last year without a club?

"Clubs are where training is truly enhanced. You can't rely on the limited class hours at the school. Besides, without relevant club experience, students will have trouble finding employment. Last year was an exceptional case, but we can't make do this year!"

"Okay, but I need to apply for the venue first..."

"No, no, no!" Adams said confidently. "What you need to do is not that, but find a good assistant. My club has received high praise in the relevant industry, and I have a wealth of experience in managing clubs!"

Adams acted as if he were the only one who mattered—if William hadn't learned of his achievements from Singed, he would have been fooled.

"Alright, let's go back and prepare. We need to gather some potions and herbs. For the first event, we need to come up with something interesting. How about we stage a duel?"

William looked at Adams kindly, "Let's get to the bottom of this first and prepare some healing potions, otherwise some remote injuries are not easy to treat."

"Yes, healing magical injuries is also a key aspect of self-defense techniques. Students truly dedicated to this field won't neglect this knowledge. Also, the fighting needs to be spectacular. How much do you know about dark magic? Perhaps we can perform something that's not too illegal..."

"Hey? Adams, why do I always have to be the one to talk—what do you think?"

Chapter 289 Club in Preparation

Despite his fear, Harry mustered the courage to look at the black dog out of trust in Hagrid.

'It's so big…'

That was Harry's first reaction, but he soon noticed that the dog was pitifully thin, as if it hadn't eaten for days.

'Strange, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before…'

The thought crossed his mind, but Harry quickly dismissed it, 'It must be my imagination, but why is it looking at me like that?'

"Harry, don't get too close! It looks starving and could very well attack someone!"

Hagrid's warning voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts—without realizing it, he was already very close to the big dog.

"I need to feed it something, otherwise I doubt it will survive until I get to my little house,"

Hagrid kept the black dog firmly under his control with one hand while muttering, "I'll take it out of the school after your classes end on Monday. The Forbidden Forest isn't exactly a friendly place for ordinary creatures."

The strange idea that the dog could probably understand human speech came to Harry's mind.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to explain why Hagrid said that after using it in class, he immediately relaxed his guard and became much less aggressive.

"This trap is the deepest one ever dug into the Forbidden Forest. It's strange, why didn't we catch it the other day?"

Hagrid muttered to himself, pulling out a half-eaten rock-skin flatbread from his hand. "You must be starving. Eat some first, and when we get to my room I'll get you some meat or something, maybe even a rooster?"

When the rock bread reappeared, Harry and Ron simultaneously covered their mouths—Hagrid's rock bread was as hard as ever, enough to be used as a weapon.

Watching the black dog struggle against the rock bread with its teeth, Harry stepped forward with some fear, casually tore off a handful of leaves, then used Transfiguration to turn them into a container, and then summoned water with Clear Water Spring.

He silently pushed the water basin in front of the black dog, hoping it would help in its fight with the rock-skin cake.

It glanced at Harry, its expression seemingly smiling—a strange smile that made Harry involuntarily take a small step back, but he quickly shook the strange feeling off his mind.