From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

[This is almost surreal—is it really because I'm not a native wizard?]

[A day of inspections was exhausting, the only saving grace was that the Minister of Magic completely forgot he had given me authorization, which made me less guilty when practicing some dark magic—but who knows, maybe this is a belated professorial perk?]

Not entirely sure...

……

December 22nd sunny

Hogwarts was great this weekend; the extra classes continued smoothly.

The fifth-grade students seem to have adapted to the pace. Although they look tired, we don't have much time left before the OWLs exams.

The Weasley twins have become surprisingly diligent. To be honest, they only lacked a solid foundation, and once they caught that up, their grades have improved at an alarming rate.

I'd noticed before that wizards have varying levels of talent, but I never imagined they could grow so quickly—I finally understand why those two, with such poor foundations, could keep up with the school's pace. In terms of talent, they might even be more gifted than Percy…

……

Snow on February 13th

(crossed out)

……

December 1nd sunny

The weather has finally warmed up, and the sun was shining brightly today, so we made a rare change to the fifth-grade curriculum and took them outdoors.

However, having them practice precise application of control magic with snowballs in the snow was clearly a failure.

[It turns out the twins are adept at ruining every outdoor activity—this was my mistake; after a period of good behavior, I lowered my guard against them.]

Compared to skillfully manipulating snowballs through the air to launch attacks, those students preferred...

……

Hogwarts was greeted with brilliant sunshine on its first day in March, which made all the students happy.

Except for fifth graders.

"It's Tuesday! Tuesday! Why are we learning self-defense today?"

Looking at the notice board, all the fifth-grade students started complaining—today was supposed to be Herbs class, and although the professor was strict, the greenhouse was the best place to enjoy the sunshine!

Not to mention that the courses that were transferred were self-defense courses below the elective level, where students were not treated as human beings. After nearly two years of adjustment, everyone was very clear that the professor did not treat fifth-year students as human beings.

"It's because the sun suddenly came out that there's so much work to be done in the greenhouse; otherwise, we wouldn't have moved the older students' courses there."

Although Hufflepuff's children are also in fifth grade, they know far more about greenhouses—just as Gryffindor has many students who are extremely bad at Transfiguration.

"But it can't be self-defense...we should take another course..."

The other children from the other houses wailed, and then the Hufflepuff children joined in—they all understood the reasoning, but taking an exam in such bright sunshine was practically a crime!

"Good morning, everyone."

As William walked into the classroom, he greeted the students who had successfully managed to cloud their own faces—these kids clearly hadn't yet learned to hide their feelings.

"The sun is shining so brightly today, let's go out for a practical lesson."

Amidst the students' listless gazes, William decisively announced—theoretically, today should be the three-month countdown to the OWL exams, but the sunshine is too good today, so he changed his plans on the fly.

"Huh?"

"Huh???"

"Eh!!!"

The students were quickly astonished, and after a chorus of voices questioning their existence, everyone cheered in unison.

"Alright, alright, keep your voice down, don't disturb other classrooms."

William gestured with his hand, indicating that the students should keep their voices down.

“The Quidditch pitch is a great choice, I think you all like it there—” he smiled at the students, “So what are you waiting for?”

The words had barely left his mouth when the child in the first row rushed out, without even taking his schoolbag or textbooks.

'This child.'

William shook his head and announced to the others, "Leave your schoolbags here for now. I'll use magic to lock the classroom later, and you can come back to get them after class."

The children who were packing their books stopped what they were doing and rushed toward the classroom door.

The pressure on each of them during the OWL year was so immense that now, with the professor's permission, they're not even caring about their appearance anymore.

'I'm so bored.'

William watched as the students rushed out, then smiled and began to lock the door with magic.

Once the classroom door was locked, he glanced down the corridor—good heavens, there were no students left in the corridor, and even Selma, who was at the very back, was just a silhouette.

There was no other way; appearing in the hallway during class time would make one seem like a lower-grade student, and there was only one like that.

'Let them vent first, then we can resume normal teaching...'

With this in mind, William walked unhurriedly down the corridor near the classroom and turned into another one—the students weren't afraid of him being late, or rather, the later William arrived, the happier the children were.

But after turning the corner, William saw Selma walking leisurely down the corridor, completely lacking the spirit she had shown at the beginning, running frantically to the court like the other students.

Everyone else is trying their best to have fun, why are you just sitting here like a lazy bum?

"Selma, please wait a moment."

William called out and then quickly took a few steps forward—joking aside, was this girl giving up on herself because she felt like everything was against her after being left far behind by her classmates?

This is not without precedent; it is not surprising that OWLs students do anything due to excessive pressure.

Crying is the most common thing to do; at least you feel relieved after crying. The worst thing is someone who gets stuck in their own mind and can't think straight. There were people in Azkaban who went in that way.

His grades were usually okay, but he was under too much pressure before the exam and even hallucinated that he had failed. He couldn't think straight and tried to steal the exam paper from the examiner using his rudimentary spells.

He was arrested on the spot and is still in Azkaban.

"Your grades have improved significantly recently."

William started by showering praise on everyone, regardless of whether there were any problems or not; praise is usually not a big deal.

"Yeah, I also think I'm pretty good at answering the exam questions,"

Selma smiled, looking smug—judging from that expression, she probably didn't have any psychological problems.

"How's the academic pressure lately? I'd like to use this as a reference to make some adjustments to my homework."

William lied without batting an eye—this was the amount of homework for fifth grade last year, it's been proven by facts, and based on feedback, this amount applies to this year as well.

"Yeah, a bit too much. Sometimes we have to go to bed at midnight..."

...

After a series of indirect inquiries, William was basically certain that Selma was doing well and could even do a few more tests—his previous assumptions were incorrect.

"Why didn't you go with your friends? They were all quite anxious."

With the truth revealed, William finally asked the crucial question.

"Oh,"

Selma smiled. "It's like this, Professor. They were running too fast, and I couldn't keep up. But after turning the corner in the corridor, I suddenly thought of something."

She said confidently, "If you don't go, the course won't start, so I don't need to worry at all."

???

Is that how it can be understood?

William finally realized that if the twins were the bad apples in the fifth grade, then Selma was the fish slacking off—in the fifth grade, a group that needed to participate in OWLs, her slacking off was something that had to be resolutely stopped.

It is obviously inappropriate to criticize this behavior using the theory of local time superposition, but fortunately he has other ways to deal with it.

“That’s true,” William smiled politely. “How’s the workload for the rest of your classes lately?”

“The Transfiguration and Herbalism classes are both very tight,” Selma said, unaware of the treacherous nature of human nature. “Time is very tight, after all, the OWLs exams are coming up soon.”

"That's right. It's not just a test for students, but also a test for professors."

As William remarked, he pulled out a few test papers from his pocket. "You still have quite a few problems with practicing some common spells. Here are a few targeted test papers for you to work on first."

Selma's expression immediately turned extremely beautiful, but William pretended not to notice.

"OWLs assessment is comprehensive. Although you will have to give up a lot of courses in sixth grade, getting a high score in OWLs will be of great help for your future employment."

"Ah...Is that so...Yes..."

Selma gave a perfunctory answer, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts; she desperately wanted to escape.

"Ah, Professor, my hairband is still with them!"

As if she had noticed something, she suddenly exclaimed softly, "Excuse me, Professor, having your hair down like that is extremely rude..."

She quickly apologized to William, "I'm sorry... Professor... I was so rude."

“Go ahead,” William nodded calmly, then watched Selma run off and disappear around the corner of the corridor.

-

"Oh~~~ Whew!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Haha, you idiot!"

The noise outside easily penetrated the window and entered the ears of everyone in the classroom.

In this well-lit classroom, the students, who were already quite content, couldn't help but look down when Professor McGonagall wasn't looking.

'Which grade's students are so lucky to not have to go to school during the sunniest part of the day!'

This thought lingered in everyone's mind.

Harry was also drawn to the sound. Professor McGonagall's incredibly captivating transfiguration seemed to lose its charm all at once. He glanced at the professor, and to make sure she wasn't paying attention to him, he decisively looked out the window.

With his excellent ability to find things, he quickly spotted the children laughing in the background and then quickly found the two most conspicuous bright red spots.

'Much bigger than the Golden Snitch…'

He muttered to himself, confirming the identities of the two men wrestling: his dear teammates, the Weasley twins, who were now famous throughout the house for their obsessive studying.