From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"No... I absolutely cannot wake up. I can only be treated after Sirius is captured... That school doctor... still thinks he can treat me? Hah..."

-

"Why are there only a few boxes?"

"This is a school-wide make-up class... and you're just accepting it so easily?"

To conduct an interesting test, William deliberately asked Professor McGonagall to portray himself as rather despicable in the announcement—tutoring could be considered a negative influence no matter what.

But the students at Hogwarts were more enthusiastic about learning than he had imagined. If it weren't for the scattered boxes, he would have thought the system had broken down—though the quality of these boxes was just so-so.

"So enthusiastic about learning, he doesn't even mind tutoring..." William shook his head helplessly. "I should have tutored the fifth graders last year..."

'Forget it, I should focus on studying magic. Cards are mostly one-time use... Learning more spells and researching them in greater depth is more reliable.'

We haven't fully researched Felix Felicis yet, let's just extract it all at once.

After glancing at the pitiful boxes, William pulled out his book of dark magic and began the arduous task of translating them.

Chapter 306 The Imperfect Opening of Hogsmoger Market

Tutoring sounds scary, but in practice, students don't really feel anything.

Although a group of Gryffindor children nearly fried the twins and served them with fries on the day the announcement was made, they eventually recovered.

Daily life remained largely unchanged until Friday arrived, when all the students in the school suddenly realized something—oh, we have to make up a class tomorrow.

While most students felt a bit tired, fifth-graders who were preparing for the OWLs exam felt much more at ease after a day of classes.

Since it was the first time the professors were giving extra classes, their original teaching plans were disrupted. So, the weekend classes were basically just a review and reinforcement of the week's lessons. For most fifth-grade students, this kind of review was actually much more efficient than if they did it on their own.

Compared to the adjustments to make-up classes, the impact of Hogwarts Market was actually greater.

Although Professor McGonagall had already designated the venue and communicated with all the businesses in advance, countless trivial matters still arose on Saturday.

For example, Madame Patif's teahouse needed too much space and she had to communicate with them multiple times to request expansion; Honey Duke's goods were selling too fast and she had to request restocking multiple times; and Wenrenju quill pen shop requested to increase the size of their display stand to maintain a professional appearance...

Almost nothing was unimaginable, because there were just too many trivial matters. In the end, Professor McGonagall sent several professors to the venue to help coordinate things, and William was even pulled away as soon as class ended.

-

"Phew...finally done."

At nine o'clock in the evening, William and several professors who had been busy until now sat down at a table and chairs under the shed, looked at each other and laughed—although it was still a while before midnight, the castle gates closed early on Saturday.

Most of the vendors left their stalls and departed, leaving only three brooms as a tavern.

“There shouldn’t be so many problems in the future. This sudden market is really giving me a headache,” Professor Taylor rubbed his shoulder and called out to the owner of the three brooms, “Please, chilled wine, Ms. Rosmerta!”

"Of course, Professor."

The slender woman answered wearily, then smiled and brought over the mead.

"Do you mind if I sit down?"

“Of course, no one would say no,” another professor quickly replied—although no one would spoil the mood by talking about Rosmerta's age, she had indeed been a long-time favorite at Hogwarts, and was a…

It is said that the current Minister of Magic, Mr. Fudge, was also... but no one would discuss this issue in front of the landlady.

"Today has been incredibly busy..." she said, sitting down. "The tables, chairs, and tents all need to be redone. There are so many more things to do than at a bar."

“But I’m really happy!” Before the other professors could say anything, she laughed. “Although Hogwarts is right here, they usually have strict rules about who gets in and out.”

“And,” she said, raising her glass to the stars outside, “drinking under the stars is another kind of enjoyment!”

“Of course,” another professor chimed in, “what could be more beautiful than the starry sky?”

'That's enough...' William looked at the professor who spoke, silently taking a sip of mead. If he remembered correctly, that was one of the astronomy professors... Astronomy was a compulsory course at Hogwarts, but it was basically used as a prerequisite for courses like divination.

Even so, the course still involves studying the orbits, locations, names, and a whole host of other things related to various planets.

If you can even separate and study the starry sky, don't you think you're being dishonest?

But that wasn't his problem—to be honest, he'd found a lot of interesting things while researching Sirius and his friends' solitary confinement files recently. For example, when James Potter and his friends were in school, the landlady of the Three Broomsticks never changed; back then, Mrs. Rosmerta was quite the charmer for many students…

'For wizards, because of potions, appearance and age can be completely deceiving... and if we're being even stricter, gender can also be included.'

'But mead is different; if it tastes good, it tastes good.'

William made himself another drink—he didn't know what kind of magic the Three Brooms used on the wine before serving it, but anyway, it tasted better than the takeout products.

"By the way, Professor William, what do you think will happen to the market when the weather gets cold?" Just as William was savoring the unique sweetness of the mead, another professor suddenly asked.

"Back then, Sirius Black was caught no matter what, and he continued on to the village."

"It can't be that fast. Besides, the rainy season is just around the corner. At least the shops can provide some shelter, but the market is exposed to wind and rain..."

“Light a few piles of magical flames, over there, over there, and over there.” William pointed out the locations one by one—this had been considered when the areas were divided.

Although he didn't quite understand the concept of a market, considering heating and shelter from the wind when choosing a location was already a basic skill.

"We can build a simple wall out of trees over there, which should be enough to block the winds during the rainy season. We can also add some decorations on it, which will also serve as a convenient cover for the fixed magic..."

"Wait, what's that sound!"

An unusual noise came from the castle, and almost all the professors stood up at the same time and drew their wands.

“Professor Taylor, take Ms. Rosmerta to Hagrid’s place and have him take her away,” William ordered without regard for the appropriateness of the situation. “The rest of the professors, head to your respective college lounges. I’m going to check on the source of the riot.”

No one objected. William then waved his wand, and several old flying brooms from the warehouse on the side of the court flew over with a loud bang.

The main reason he helped find this location was because it has convenient transportation.

"It's a bit worn out, but it still works." William took the lead and rode on his flying broomstick, while the other professors quickly organized the group after a brief assignment.

"Let's go, everyone."

William took a breath, stomped hard on the ground, and then shot into the air.

-

“He should be here, yes, he should be here.”

Sirius felt like his head was about to explode; he could no longer control his hands.

He gripped a gleaming knife tightly in his hand, ready to drink Peter's blood.

'I'll kill you. Don't even think about transforming, and don't even think about running away... Insect Tail... my good friend...'

He felt as if a fire was burning in his lungs, making his breathing unbearably hot.

"Hospital, school hospital..."

"Lupin should know about the secret passages here, but he'd only be wary of the one closest to the hospital. He definitely wouldn't think I'd dare to walk openly through Dumbledore's castle..."

"I'm going to kill him..."

An armored creature spotted him and lunged at him with a clanging sound, but in the next instant, a flash of light appeared, and the armored creature lost its ability to stand.

"It works as well as ever, just like the legendary Gryffindor sword..."

Sirius gave a slight sigh of admiration, showing no regret that the weapon had been reduced to slashing through magical armor.

"Over there, yes, over there, I have to get there quickly..."

Sirius Black didn't falter; after quickly getting his bearings, he ran towards the school hospital.

-

"School clinic? Not the lounge?"

"Yes, Headmaster, Sirius Black has headed to the school hospital!"

In Dumbledore's office, a portrait hurriedly reports the intruder's movements, and suddenly a coughing sound comes from the oil painting on the back wall.

"What's wrong, Phineas?"

Dumbledore patiently waited for him to finish coughing before looking at the oil painting on the wall. It was of the most unpopular headmaster of Hogwarts—Phineas Nigellus Black of the Black family.

"You're plotting against him, Albus! You're plotting against the Black family..."

“No, I just wanted to figure some things out,” Dumbledore shook his head, “and now, things are becoming clearer.”

The portrait was sullen and didn't say another word—although just a moment ago he had wanted to question Dumbledore about whether he had deliberately sent so many professors, after working together for many years, he knew this younger man all too well.

-

"Should we go, or not?"

In Lupin's office, he paced back and forth, unable to make up his mind.

Just as the castle was disturbed, Dumbledore's Patronus came to warn him not to act rashly and to wait and see where Sirius went before making a decision.

Just now, the second Guardian Angel arrived with a message, informing Lupin that Sirius was heading to the school hospital.

This means that the possibility that Peter has deceived everyone in the situations Dumbledore listed for him recently is becoming increasingly likely.

But in the end, he couldn't resist. He shook his head, raised his wand, and ran quickly toward the school hospital.

-

"Hiss... Sizzle"

A sound similar to a hot knife cutting through butter rang out, and then the magic used to lock the door was immediately destroyed.

In the empty school hospital, the sound of a door being kicked open was suddenly heard, followed by the sound of the door slamming against the wall.

"Squeak!"

"squeak!!!!!!!!"

The sounds of bandages being pulled, beds being kicked, sheets rubbing against bodies, and teeth clashing mingled together, turning the quiet ward into chaos.

"you!"

Lying in bed, Peter felt she couldn't even control her hands and feet, but her strong will to survive made her pull her body backward with all her might.

The bed, which was fixed in place, made creaking noises, but didn't move an inch.

"Long time no see, Wormtail."

Sirius even laughed. He felt like someone was drumming in his heart, thump! thump! thump! !!!

"Long time no see, Banban, that's what they call you, right?"

The long sword was thrust forward and then pulled out, and amidst a fierce scream, a spurt of liquid gushed out.