From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Just now, the little Gryffindor whom he had told to stay obediently over there did not hide as he expected. Instead, she hid in a corner that was not easy to find, and then raised her wand and stared longingly at the entrance.

Upon realizing that the person entering through this entrance was not the professor, her previously suppressed adventurous spirit swelled up like a pufferfish that had been stimulated, and she unleashed a spell without warning when the newcomer wasn't paying attention.

However, William, who had just entered, heard the sound of the spell flying, so he instinctively retaliated and knocked the other person down.

Confident in his spells, William ignored the cursed Gryffindors and instead went to see the Ministry of Magic staff member who had volunteered.

That little rascal deserves to suffer a bit—he shouldn't have been so soft-hearted. How could a tough woman, pale-faced, forget how she cracked open a skull with her bare hands while drinking brown sugar water?

He was careless!

By the time William jogged over, the Ministry of Magic employee who had been attacked had recovered from the spell.

How powerful can a petrification spell cast by a second-year student be?

He was just unlucky to be hit, and the effect was basically worn off the moment he fell to the ground—the magic power of a young wizard is not enough to be considered a powerful attack against an adult wizard.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t question life at this moment.

Earlier in the square, he noticed that William had attracted the attention of Muggles. He originally wanted to sneak up on William, handle the incident in a cool way, and then, in a mature manner, warn William that wizards should not cause too much of a commotion in such a place.

As a result, William not only bypassed his gaze in a few quick moves, but also snatched his wand from his hand.

Fortunately, after learning that William was a Hogwarts professor, his resentment turned into admiration—no wonder he was a professor at the school, he was indeed skilled at handling emergencies.

It's not shameful for a student to lose to a teacher; it's acceptable even after graduation.

But now, he can't clear his name.

He was ambushed by a child, a child who was still attending Hogwarts.

They didn't even have time to retaliate, or even dodge, before they successfully succeeded.

This was even more humiliating than being penalized in school.

William looked at his red-rimmed eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment.

At least an older student would have an excuse, but being taken down by a younger student...

William simply changed the subject, acting as if nothing had happened.

"The station has been in use for more than ten years, but it hasn't been properly maintained. The road is still full of potholes, and look at all the dust I'm covered in."

He pointed to the areas on his body that weren't clean, and while using his wand to dust them both off, he asked:

"By the way, did you see any two eleven or twelve-year-old children at the cross station who had to turn back because they couldn't get into the station?"

"No, Professor. There was a couple who got into a conflict with Muggles for some reason. The train was about to leave, so I kept an eye on them to prevent any bigger conflict from happening."

After thinking for a moment, he added:

"Looking back now, the conflict between those two seems a bit too abrupt, as if someone used magic to create the conflict. Perhaps the barrier was blocked at that time."

In the middle of their conversation, an owl suddenly flew over, circled for a while, and then landed directly on the Ministry of Magic official.

He hurriedly apologized to William, then ran to the side to read the letter.

William took this opportunity to slowly walk over to the student who had been knocked down by the Stunning Curse.

Tsk, when he's quiet, he's quite like a good student. If it weren't for the previous two incidents, William thinks a student like that would at least be a class representative or academic representative under his tutelage—if Hogwarts had one.

It's a pity that Gryffindor students are good in every way, except for their ability to move.

William hesitated, thinking that he might easily offend the vice-principal, and then released the spell. If it weren't for the fact that carrying a female student would be a bad influence on the atmosphere, he could have carried a boy to Hogwarts without even releasing the spell.

"Oh right, let's confiscate the wand first."

William snatched the wand from the other person and, the instant the other person woke up, used a spell to seal the other person's ability to speak.

“Now, I’ll tell you what to do. You don’t need to speak, you don’t need a wand, and you don’t need to run around. Just follow me obediently. After we meet Professor McGonagall, I will return your wand and the ability to speak to you.”

Amidst the other party's angry glare, William unilaterally issued the order.

Sneaking off the school bus, using magic outside of school, attacking Ministry of Magic staff—if we don't stop them, the next thing they'll do is attack professors.

"Waaah!"

The words were spirited and defiant, probably not pleasant, but William ignored them.

Let's see how the Ministry of Magic arranges things after that staff member finishes reading the letter—he still needs to explain what just happened to the Ministry.

Chapter 41 A Difficult Choice

William was now calm and his anger had completely subsided.

Although silencing is not an effective educational method and is more likely to provoke a rebellious mentality in the punished person, it is satisfying!

The Ministry of Magic staff read the letter in less than five minutes, rushed over, and handed it to William.

"Professor, I think I've found the whereabouts of those two students."

Found their whereabouts? Letters from the Ministry of Magic?

A bad feeling welled up inside William, and he quickly unfolded the letter and began to read it.

He quickly found the relevant information in the letter.

"—Two students appear to have been following the Hogwarts Express in a flying car, and several Muggles have reported witnessing this. In light of this, please immediately close Station 9¾ and proceed to the homes of the Muggles for memory erasure—"

William's previously peaceful state of mind instantly crumbled, and he felt a slight headache.

"Thank you. I feel much more at ease knowing where they are now."

William gave a calm reply.

"That's good. I'm glad I was able to help you."

The young man from the Ministry of Magic looked very happy; it was clear that the title of Hogwarts professor was truly important to him.

"Professor, the department has given me a new task, and I have to go there now. I'm sorry I can't help you with anything else."

"You've already gone to so much trouble, thank you."

The staff member who never left his name vanished with a proud Apparition, and William could even read a smile on his face.

"What a good student!"

William sighed silently.

The other party's enthusiasm was clearly not out of consideration for him; it was entirely a reward for the reputation that Hogwarts professors had built up over the years.

If it weren't for the fact that his course had some flaws, it would have been absolutely impossible to appoint someone like him, who had been to Azkaban, as a professor—William was well aware of this.

I need to work even harder to teach my students... otherwise, how can I face these students who still trust me so much even after graduation?

As William thought this, he glanced at the Gryffindor who had been silenced.

...

Can you take back what you just said?

Bringing along too many students like this would probably shorten my lifespan!

The phrase "birds of a feather flock together" involuntarily crossed his mind.

As expected, the friend of the young man who dared to run away from the train was no well-behaved kid.

Driving a flying car and keeping an eye on the Hogwarts Express?

The way this scene unfolded made him think he was watching a Hollywood action blockbuster. Why didn't they drive cars and leap over buildings?

That doesn't seem right either, since that car is supposed to fly.

[You have gained the approval (dislike) of a magical creature, and have received a treasure chest x1]

William instinctively felt that the treasure chest came from the Gryffindors behind him.

Hermione (R) the Conspirator: Professor Snape's private storeroom has been robbed, and he is furious, but he can't find out who did it. I think he'll probably never find out.

Precise Theft: Tear up this card, designate an item, and devise a theft plan. The more you know about the item, the more detailed the plan will be. —Theft and theft are two different things, even more so than the difference between people.

"It's probably similar to Felix Felicis, and I think this approach would be better," William made the judgment immediately.

But what interrupted him from looking at the next card wasn't the skill, but the endless stream of吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online commentary/criticism) that popped into his mind.

The girl in front of him had almost nothing in common with the only movie he had ever seen!

That would require reducing the size of your front teeth, styling your hair properly, making your face more defined, and increasing your height—it would almost be like becoming a completely different person.

As for temperament, they're completely different people; this brat in front of me doesn't resemble him at all.

Also, if he remembers correctly, Professor Snape, mentioned in the card, was also robbed in the movie he saw—you guys could at least find a different target.

As for the conspirator, he didn't care much. Someone who could launch a sneak attack on a Ministry of Magic employee and scheme to take over the professor's inventory wasn't something unacceptable.

Having finally calmed down his complaints, William started looking at the next card.

Hermione (SR), the creator of forbidden potions: Polyjuice Potion, a potion banned by the Ministry of Magic, is extremely difficult to brew. However, a second-year student successfully brewed this forbidden potion, but unfortunately, very few people know about this feat.

Skill Prodigy: Tear up this card, select a potion, prepare the ingredients, brew it, and you'll discover that potion-making is surprisingly simple. Unless you intentionally fail, this potion-making attempt is guaranteed to succeed—who would have thought that success and failure are separated by such a tiny margin?

Of course I know—William forced himself not to light it.

He was somewhat impressed by the Gryffindor who had stood up. As someone who made a living by potions, he knew very well what Polyjuice Potion was all about.

The long simmering time, precise techniques, and precious ingredients are all indispensable.

A second-year student? If William tells his colleagues about this, they'll probably think he's telling a funny joke and burst into laughter.

As for the card effects, needless to say, William knows at least a dozen kinds of potions that he simply couldn't make at his level.

Among them is the Felix Felicis, which is said to be favored by the goddess of fortune. Even if the cards cannot help him master the method of making Felix Felicis, and he can only succeed in that one time that ignored countless details, it is still worthwhile.

It should be understood that even the slightest mistake in the preparation of Felix Felicis could lead to catastrophic consequences, even though the production process of Felix Felicis takes up to six months, and even though Felix Felicis is highly addictive, none of these can negate the effects of this magical potion.

Drinking Felix Felicis will grant you the smile of Lady Luck and reveal your skirt—this is the unanimous understanding among those in the Potions world.

It has only one effect—it makes you lucky, incredibly lucky, and so lucky that even the devil would envy you.

Stay calm, William.

William silently told himself this as he looked at the third card.

Hermione (SR) who attacked the professor: You can't imagine, you dare not imagine, that a third-year student would have the courage to attack a professor. Despite the help of her companions, Professor Snape still fainted in front of the students.

Skill Ambush: Tear up this card, consuming all your mana. Your next magical attack will always strike first, will always gain the Silent Spell effect, will always gain the Wandless Casting effect, and will always hit—a desperate gamble. The loser will suffer unbearable consequences.