From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Fifth graders are having extra classes, can't you guys at least show some respect for classroom order?

'Wait…' George looked again in despair, and then realized that it wasn't a lower grader, but Selma, the Hufflepuff student whose grades were comparable to theirs.

No wonder you were last in the exam hall! With so many students, why did you hand this to the professor?!

Fred watched in despair as William examined the exam paper, then his expression became incredibly vivid…

'No way, didn't the professor see it? He only found out today? Has he been paying little attention to what's happening at school lately?'

The two brothers exchanged a glance, their despair deepening—if the professor had only found out today, they would have been doomed.

"These…"

William stared at the survey forms in his hand, which shocked him greatly. His usual composure vanished. Based on the previous forms, he thought the students were very courageous, but now he had to apologize for his previous misconception.

He had always thought that Gryffindors all had a big heart, but now he realized that it was actually inside that big heart that Gryffindors lived.

Chapter 315 Exposing the Mischievous Troublemakers (Final Edition)

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's voice, William instinctively tried to hide the parchment.

But before he could even begin, he realized something—judging from Selma's account, this matter couldn't be kept secret, not even for the time being.

He could only glare fiercely at the twins, hoping they would hurry up and get off the plane.

Since Peeves had spread the new questionnaire, there was no reason why Professor McGonagall wouldn't know about it.

Who are the most suspicious people in the entire Hogwarts? Don't these two idiots have any self-awareness? If I open the door and see the two of you, then it'll be like mud falling into my crotch—I can't explain myself.

Especially those two idiots, who turned pale with fright at the new form, looked exactly like they had confessed without being asked.

But the two brothers were completely unaware of the awkwardness of their situation; they stood there, frozen in place.

'I tried my best, after all, you are also suspects…'

Seeing that the two didn't move, William could only respond loudly as he walked towards the door, hoping to talk to Professor McGonagall there and buy some time.

"Yes, I just finished my class."

However, Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and came in almost without hesitation—this was a classroom, not a professor's office, so it was enough that she wasn't teaching and no other response was needed.

"The Weasley brothers haven't left yet..." Professor McGonagall asked as soon as she opened the door, and then she saw the two brothers standing on the podium, pale-faced and staring blankly at the parchment.

William wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like he saw the floor trembling, as if it were coming to life.

When he quickly snapped out of this illusion, he found his hand already on the wand.

'An illusion? No, it's Transfiguration? That so-called realm of Transfiguration? It's not even mentioned in normal Transfiguration books, only on cards?'

Or is it a special phenomenon caused by the leakage of magic?

Or perhaps…

Although he knew it wasn't the right time, William was still drawn to the phenomenon.

“Looks like I’m lucky,” Professor McGonagall said, glancing at the parchment and then at the two brothers, her tone as calm as ever. “Come out with me, Weasley.”

The two red-haired children froze as if petrified, and then, as if under a death curse, silently and dejectedly followed Professor McGonagall out of the classroom.

“Wait, Professor McGonagall.”

After the two men went outside, William snapped out of his shock and jogged after them. "They might not have done it; we need to investigate further."

Professor McGonagall stopped, looked at William running over, and then stared at the two brothers who looked like wooden stakes.

“You’re right,” Professor McGonagall finally said, her tone softening after a long pause, “but I think they might know a little more than the other students.”

“I remember you still have class, Professor William,” Professor McGonagall quickly changed the subject. “I think class is about to start.”

“Yes, Professor,” William nodded, indicating that he would not get involved again—if it weren’t for those two unlucky guys being so afraid of causing a wrongful conviction, he wouldn’t have bothered with this matter at all.

It's incredibly stupid for students who are about to take their OWL exams to spend so much time and effort creating this kind of survey. Even if the survey the twins created wasn't theirs but Professor Snape's, it wouldn't change the fact that William wholeheartedly supports their severe punishment.

'I wonder if they're selectively lying...'

'But they shouldn't be that stupid...'

With this on his mind, William returned to his classroom.

"Hello, Professor."

"Hello, Professor."

He nodded in response to each student and returned to the classroom against the flow of the students. At that moment, the students from the other two colleges were already sitting in the classroom, waiting for the next class to begin.

However, judging from their interactions and the smiles that shouldn't be on their faces during tutoring, it's clear that the parchment Selma handed over has already circulated throughout the school.

Even if they didn't do it, things probably won't turn out well...

William shook his head—even if they weren't the ones who started Professor McGonagall's investigation, as the instigators, they wouldn't be spared the punishment from Professor McGonagall.

But that had nothing to do with him; class was about to start.

If you can't concentrate during Saturday's make-up class, then what's the point of making up for it?

"Quiet down for a moment. Today we'll review what we learned this week and also cover some test-taking tips."

He tapped the blackboard with his wand, making the chalk start working.

-

"They survived..."

In the empty classroom, Fred and George looked at each other, exhausted, and clearly saw that light called life and hope.

Although they were confined for more than a month and had to copy the school rules a hundred times, they still survived.

What could be more joyful than surviving?

"As expected, the most terrifying thing is..."

Fred sighed deeply, but before he could finish speaking, George, who had leaped at him, slapped him back with his hand.

Because of the speed, the hand made a crisp snapping sound after clearly drawing out air.

"Pooh…"

Once George removed his hand, Fred spat and complained, "You're a wizard, use a wand next time!"

"You're a wizard, use your brain next time!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

After a long while, they stopped their wild laughter of relief. "The question is, which bastard had the guts to do something like that?"

"How should I know? You promised to catch the suspect within a month!"

"Do you think you'd be better off if I got arrested?" Fred glanced at George. "Do you think Professor McGonagall can tell who's Fred and who's George? Do you think she'd only hold one person accountable?"

Silence, still silence. The two looked at each other and tacitly ended their mutual sabotage.

"They must be seventh graders; only they would dare to do that!"

The seventh graders, being close to graduation, are much bolder than the average Gryffindor.

"Not necessarily. First-year students don't know Professor McGonagall yet, so I think it's quite possible they are!"

"Guessing won't help. We need to get the original from Peeves—I'm sure he found it somewhere; his brain couldn't have come up with something so terrifying."

George said firmly, "Having the original will make the investigation much easier. I don't believe that guy could hide it so well!"

“They even tricked us… At Hogwarts, we’re the ones who play pranks on others,” Fred gritted his teeth. “If we don’t catch him, I swear I’ll spend all my time in the library studying for my exams!”

"Come on..." George ruthlessly exposed him, "You're just afraid you won't be able to find him, and then you want to avoid the professor's subsequent punishment!"

"are you going?"

"go."

Chapter 316: A Lesson for the Weasley Brothers

"Alright, get out of class dismissed."

On the platform, William was announcing things while trying to get the teaching aids and posters to roll up and gather together on their own—unfortunately, this time he failed.

Several paintings twitched a few times, then pretended to be dead and refused to obey the magic's arrangements.

'Multiple control techniques still require more practice; the success rate is too low.'

As he thought about it, he smiled at the students below, "Hmm, a painful lesson—this has exceeded the limits of my magical control."

"You should also pay attention to this—learn to know yourselves and don't try things you're not very confident about."

After speaking, he cast the spell again, retrieving the painting from the wall and putting it back in his hands. "Study hard and review your lessons. There will be a quiz before the next class. If you make any mistakes..."

He nodded to the students and then walked out of the classroom.

"I even got mocked by the professor during my Saturday tutoring class!"

After William left, a Hufflepuff child began to complain in a very small voice.

"Come on, I think the professor just wants to tell us that we're going to have a test."

"Who knows—that doesn't change the fact that there will be a test anyway."

The conversation died down; no one had the desire to speak anymore.

-

"I want to go find Pikachu."

In class, George was sending Fred a message with his eyes—although they had decided to find Peeves as a breakthrough point, which gave the tricky investigation a direction, it did not change the fact that they were fifth graders.

This means they have to attend make-up classes all day Saturday.

The logic is very simple: getting caught might avoid some punishment, but skipping class will only make the punishment more severe—most professors are quite concerned about tutoring fifth graders.

“I would like to, dear George, but if you keep looking, the professor will wake us up.”

In reality, by the time the two of them actually had time to conduct their investigation, it was already close to dusk.

"Oh ho! It's over! Praise the market!"