From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"I'm getting more and more excited for next Wednesday's class... This venue is simply amazing..."

More and more seventh graders gathered to watch, and some even went far back to call their friends to come and take photos together. The potion that made the photos come alive wasn't expensive, and although cameras were a bit too expensive for younger students, they had been interning for more than half a year and had some income.

Hogwarts, being a boarding school, is not a place one can enter and leave at will. Unless one enters one of the limited departments of the Ministry of Magic or has a special encounter, after this summer, Hogwarts will only exist in their memories.

According to outsiders, Hogwarts has a much higher bar than the Ministry of Magic, and it's no exaggeration to say that trying to sneak into Hogwarts will likely land you in Azkaban—the future of the entire British wizarding world rests on Hogwarts, and the wizards don't like this kind of joke.

"Three to five photos! Anyone need them?"

The seventh-year students in Ravenclaw have started trying their hand at business, but sales are not good. However, their enthusiasm remains undiminished. The seventh-year students are relaxed, and the sixth-year students are not too busy either—there will be plenty of business to come, so there's no need to rush.

He was right. The sixth-graders arrived quickly, and the area suddenly became a bit crowded. However, everyone was very orderly, and even the most unruly Gryffindor showed no urge to pull out his wand to test the hardness of the deformed earthen walls.

The reason is simple: closest to the school, two pillars made of deformed mud bear concise and clear inscriptions.

"Anyone who vandalizes the premises will have to clean the toilets for three days."

The momentary pleasure and three days of toilet time weighed on the scales, causing the restless students to put down their wands.

It's not that there aren't brave enough people in the school to take the plunge, but those kids are still in fifth grade and doing practice tests; they simply don't have the time to complete this challenge that no one else dares to attempt.

Therefore, by Wednesday morning, before dawn, everything was intact.

“It certainly looks effective—” William surveyed the arena by the light emanating from his wand, nodding in satisfaction. “Today’s arena will definitely give those kids a pleasant surprise.”

Lupin didn't answer; he was busy adding ingredients to the swamp with his wand.

He got up early, just so the students could experience this realism—quite a few students had tried the swamp these past few days, and if he didn't add something, how could the fairness of the exam be reflected?

"An ice trap shouldn't be too much, Professor William, right?"

"Actually, adding a Barrier Charm would be even more effective—it's still a bit difficult to knock older students into a quagmire with a Barrier Charm, but it's not so troublesome when done in combination."

As William spoke, he demonstrated the little tricks he had learned.

Thieves are most afraid of thieves, and those who can crack traps are also best at setting them. Azkaban learned many things that were inconvenient to teach his students, but it was still quite feasible to let them experience the outside world firsthand.

"Just set up these three walls, for the fifth, sixth and seventh graders to use—after all, they don't enter through the same passage."

"This isn't fair! We should set up teams for everyone, Professor William. Lower grades can form teams!"

The two had a minor argument about the number of traps, but it wasn't a big deal. William eventually decided to compromise and let the younger students experience the charm of traps as well.

“William! Remus!”

Hagrid shouted from afar, then chased the five giants over with a combination of kicks and punches.

There's no way around it; Hagrid prefers more ferocious characters, and trolls... well, how should I put it, are simply not suited to his physique in the wizarding world...

Although it is classified as a level xxxx magical creature, it is a disgrace to level xxxx magical creatures—this thing has no magic, no magic resistance, and cannot cause wounds that cannot heal.

It is classified as a terrifying XXXX level creature mainly because of its enormous size, which makes it look quite frightening.

But in Hagrid's presence, they lost their last advantage. Hagrid impatiently kicked these clawless and toothless creatures, as if they were sheep.

"William, the guy you wanted!"

Hagrid kicked the last giant, sending it through the tunnel into the arena—even so, many of the tunnel's features were still destroyed.

"Thanks, Hagrid."

William shouted at Hagrid—he couldn't help it, the trolls' groans were too loud.

They would occasionally make grunting noises as they spoke, because they had a simple language, but it was not systematic—the Ministry of Magic had tested its intelligence, and after rigorous examination, confirmed that this creature was not a sentient being.

Their intelligence is nowhere near that of dogs; only a select few of the smartest individuals can be trained to become giant security guards, and that proportion is quite staggering.

What makes them even more discriminatory is that humans are also on their diet, and they actively hunt them.

"Five giants should be enough, right? They've made a complete mess of my Forbidden Forest."

Hagrid said, half-complaining, "I'm going back now. I still have a whole bunch of magical creatures to deliver!"

"The capable should do more work. You've worked hard, Hagrid!"

As William spoke, he easily knocked down the trolls and used magic to firmly fix the wooden sticks they used as weapons—starting with the first-year students would definitely lower the difficulty.

"The troll is still too weak for a seventh-grade user—if you ask me..."

Hagrid watched with amusement as William used magic to lift the trolls and then toss them to the center, trying to introduce some more worthy opponents. However, William and Lupin, after a moment of being moved, refused—the trolls were already too much for ordinary students, and they would never have dared to do that if they didn't have two professors watching over them the whole time.

After his attempts to persuade him failed, Hagrid left, looking rather unhappy.

Lupin breathed a sigh of relief. "My God, Hagrid's hobbies haven't changed at all over the years. Listening to his description, I suspect he could get the magical creature we need within a week, or even less."

He shook his head and began to shape the stone sphere—according to his and William's agreement, the team that obtained the complete stone sphere would receive full marks no matter what mistakes they made on the way.

The deformed stone ball was hung around the giant's neck, looking quite comical.

However, those who were in a deep sleep could not protest at this moment and could only let the stone balls rise and fall with their breath.

"After this match, those kids will hate the trolls to death—because this thing (Lupin pointed to the flimsy and unattractive stone sphere he had made) will be smashed by the awakened trolls ten minutes after they enter. Even during the battle..."

"Getting a perfect score isn't that easy."

William spread his hands. "Honestly, getting two or three is already pretty good..."

Chapter 351 looks so far!

On the way to the Forbidden Forest, a group of professors, who were just watching the show, helped maintain order while chuckling and telling jokes.

William and Lupin walked at the front of the group, chatting as they went. There were enough colleagues behind them, so they naturally didn't have to bother running around to maintain discipline. Didn't they have to pay to watch the show?

"Honestly, from when I first came to Hogwarts more than 20 years ago until I graduated more than 10 years ago, I never imagined that I would be a professor leading so many students around the school."

Lupin remarked with a sigh, "If William hadn't witnessed firsthand how enthusiastic he was about setting traps, he would have believed these words."

However, considering his slightly wicked sense of humor, William decided not to reveal the truth.

"Let's double-check the rules. First-year students will enter first, followed by second-year students, then fifth-year students, and in the afternoon, it will start from third-year students and continue until the graduates."

These rules are not arbitrary. The giants in the very center are living magical creatures, and their danger increases with their hunger level. Basically, the later the students enter, the more dangerous it is, since humans are also on their menu.

“That’s definitely no problem…” Lupin nodded. “We can modify the track at noon after the lower-grade students’ assessment to make the afternoon’s test faster… Hagrid really provided a lot of magical creatures.”

"Yeah, it saves us from taking up our evenings... To be honest, I was actually planning to add some activities for sixth and seventh graders, but the other magical creatures are still too dangerous..."

……

As they were talking, they could already see the piled-up field in the distance.

Although it was rudimentary, it was still a huge project—but the professor who saw it for the first time didn't have a good word to say about it.

"Haha, the quality of this building..."

The professors were careful not to let the students hear, and they made their comments with smiles.

Professors who have worked for a certain number of years can apply for a piece of land to build their own houses. This is one of the benefits provided by the Ministry of Magic to support the university, and it is also used within the Ministry of Magic itself.

“Without a doubt, both William and Lupin are well-suited to apply for housing subsidies…” Professor Taylor smiled broadly—evaluating the quality of his colleagues’ construction was a traditional activity, after all, they only allocated land here, and his own house was… now he finally saw one that was of a similar standard!

The two people at the front of the group completely forgot about this—why bother building such a nice venue for a one-time use?

"We've arrived. The rest of you, get ready. First-grade students, please line up in your previously announced groups!"

Lu Ping spoke in a loud, clear voice that reached the ears of every student.

The first-year students were quickly divided into groups, which surprised Lupin, who had expected it to take some time.

He was prepared for some students to be unable to find a team. There were so many student conflicts that it was impossible to keep up with them all, let alone the fact that first-year students were in teams of three. It was perfectly normal for someone to be unwanted.

'A year of training has been quite effective... Team practice definitely has its advantages.'

William looked at his students, nodded, and began to call on them.

"First group, come over here and prepare for protective measures!"

"Yes, Professor!"

The children's voices sounded a little strange during puberty, but they were still very uniform.

William tapped his wand, preparing protection for their heads and chests—a head-reinforcing spell and an armor spell that only protected their torsos.

Although wizards' talents can activate automatically and negate most damage, William dislikes the word "maybe".

Minor injuries like broken arms and legs can be healed with a potion, and even if they're really gone, they can grow back. But we still need to protect their hearts and heads—even though the trolls the first-year students face don't have weapons, their sheer strength alone is terrifying enough.

"Alright," William nodded to the three children after finishing everything. "This shortest path is yours. Go! The more levels you clear, the higher your score! Getting the stone ball is a guaranteed perfect score!"

"Yes, Professor!"

The three of them had never experienced the feeling of having a head-soaking spell on their heads before, so they mumbled their agreement and ran inside.

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"You're doing quite well, Fred!"

The twins who were watching from the sidelines became interested—since Professor William had used magic to protect his vital parts, there was no doubt that danger existed.

“We’re on another path—that’s probably even harder, George!”

The two watched with amusement, wondering what they might encounter inside the track.

Not only those two, but the rest of the Gryffindors noticed it too. They started whispering among themselves, especially the soon-to-be seventh-year graduates, who were so eager they wanted to climb up a tree to see for themselves—the grounds were surrounded by moved trees, offering a wide field of vision!

Unfortunately, this wouldn't work; there were a bunch of professors watching nearby, not to mention the dean was also there…

But their curiosity was short-lived, as the three children were sheepishly led out—a top student, well-known to everyone in seventh grade, led the three little mud monkeys out while suppressing a laugh.

Although he tried to act like an emotionless executor, the barely suppressed expression on his lips betrayed him.

"Well done, Mike!"

William shouted at the boy.

“My task, Professor.”

He wanted to be humble, but his teeth betrayed him.

"Stopping in the swamp, or rather, going in together—40 points."

William looked at the people responsible for sending them out and gave them scores—students selected from the seventh grade were arranged by him to hide in various locations using the Disillusionment Charm. Wherever they collapsed, the students in that area would send them out, and this would determine their scores.

By the time he was in seventh grade, he and Lu Ping stood on the wall to confirm that cheating was highly likely to be eliminated.

Seeing the students who had come to see them off, Professor McGonagall, who had been somewhat worried and about to ask about the arrangements, felt relieved—although both professors were reliable, three pots of potion were still terrifying…