From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

William briefly explained a few key points, then nodded to Hermione, "Do you understand now?"

"Understood, thank you, Professor."

"It's okay, it's a very interesting thing. You can come again if you have any questions."

William replied with a smile.

“Professor William, that’s my student.”

Lupin pretended to complain, and casually lowered the difficulty of one of the questions.

"Oh, sorry."

William looked at Lupin without any sincerity, and lowered his voice slightly as if joking, "You can come again if you have any problems."

-

"What should we do now?"

Hermione walked down the corridor, looking hesitant—she had finally made up her mind to come and report to Professor William that Professor Lupin was a werewolf, but Lupin was here too!

It's like a nightmare... Who can she talk to about this?

Oh, and there's one more important thing!

She suddenly realized the huge flaw in her words, quickly found a secluded corner, and then desperately pulled out the time converter—she needed to go back in time to Professor Lupin's office so that the paintings there could prove that she had really been to Lupin's office, and not just made up a lie.

During the transformation, she couldn't help but let out a mournful cry... She had to use it again!!!

Despite feeling unwell, she carefully planned her trip to Lupin's office, then found an empty classroom to sit down and read—in the coming days, she would hesitantly make her way across half the castle to Professor William's office…

"Merlin's socks...Professor William really..."

She slumped onto the table, feeling utterly exhausted, but her thoughts began to wander uncontrollably.

Did Professor William really not know that Professor Lupin was a werewolf?

Every time the moon was full, Professor William would bring the test papers to conduct the monthly exam—the third-year students complained for a while, but eventually accepted this fact.

After all, Professor William was a senior professor with impressive academic records, and Professor Lu Ping certainly couldn't stop him from taking a day off for the monthly exam.

That was initially why she stopped suspecting Lupin, but things are getting increasingly strange...

They even worked together in the same office, setting exam papers! Did Professor William really not know the truth?

-

"Granger, Granger!"

Early in the morning, Hermione, filled with confusion, was woken up from her sleep by her roommate.

This is quite rare—although her personality isn't very popular among girls, her academic excellence and the fact that she frequently earns extra points for the college mean she won't be directly bullied in the dormitory.

While this may explain why the academically gifted students at Hogwarts are all highly skilled in combat, she genuinely had no experience of being woken up in the middle of the night—a key reason why she was able to persevere despite being on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Before Hermione could ask what had happened, a newspaper suddenly appeared.

"Look at this! Look!"

[To our great hero – 'Striker' Lupin!]

"The higher-ups said that Professor Lupin is a werewolf!"

The enchanting voice reached her ears, and Hermione, without even caring about her sleeping posture, took the newspaper and began reading the passage her roommate was pointing to.

"...Yes, how could I not remember Lupin? He was never afraid of hardship and was always on the front lines of the fight against crime. He even anonymously sought work in places where it might be illegal on multiple occasions, and then searched for the evidence we needed."

"...Before heading to Hogwarts, he hesitated, worried about hurting the children. Fortunately, we had Wolfsbane Potion, but as he jokingly put it, it was 'like a pot of mixed peas.'"

...

"During his time at Hogwarts, our striker Lupin was very dedicated and was well-liked by the professors. Our renowned Professor of Magical Self-Defense, Lee William, said that he highly approves of Lupin as his new colleague and that Professor Lupin's teaching is superior in terms of practical combat training for students."

"Professor Lu Ping is an exceptionally talented professor with extensive practical experience. He is extremely dedicated; sometimes, when I sneak off to the kitchen for some food, I can still see the light on in Professor Lu Ping's office—I think that's probably why he was able to adapt to the professorship so quickly and achieve such results. Last time we conducted a joint test, many of the students under his supervision achieved perfect scores in the practical test."

Professor William spoke highly of Professor Lupin, saying, "Honestly, if Professor Lupin were to continue teaching, I'm afraid those Beauxbatons guys would find it very difficult to continue competing with us internationally in defensive magic..."

...

“Okay, Professor Lupin is a werewolf.”

Hermione nodded, then looked at her roommate, calmly lay down, and pulled the blanket up. "I know, I'm going to sleep."

If she keeps agonizing over this, she'll fail her exam! All she wants now is a good night's sleep!

-

"William, there's still the Triwizard Tournament next year!"

Adams sat at the table with a newspaper in hand, chuckling as he joked, "You'd better stay away from France lately, or I'm afraid you'll have to fight your way back."

The newspaper used transcripts of statements by Dumbledore, Fudge, William, and some former hitters to express Professor Lupin's reliability and controllability on various levels—the wolfsbane was mentioned several times in the report, and Professor Snape reluctantly made the news.

Of all the comments, William's were the most offensive—most of the students at Beauxbatons came from France, and although the Muggle and wizarding worlds weren't that closely connected, they were indeed sworn enemies, just like the Muggle world…

The most famous humiliating gesture in the world, giving the middle finger, originated in Britain and France.

"Anyway, I didn't go to France during the last exchange program..."

William took the newspaper and joked, "If we don't say something shocking, they'll probably forget about our opponents."

With this banner in mind, keeping Lupin in becomes necessary—losing to anyone is one thing, but losing to the wizard of Beauxbatons?

How could that be? Just because we say we're going to be on top of them doesn't mean we're going to be on top of them!

How can simply proving harmless compare to having benefits?

Dumbledore and Fudge certainly couldn't say this, but he was just an ordinary professor, so what was wrong with him saying it? What's wrong with a professor comparing the grades of the students he taught?

Chapter 365 Final Exam

The fact that Lupin was a werewolf sparked a huge—no, actually a tiny—discussion throughout Hogwarts.

There's no way around it, final exams are coming up, and grades will determine how we spend the long summer vacation ahead. Who has time to talk about whether the professor is a werewolf?

The fifth and seventh graders had a little time, but they had been cooped up for a whole year. The school decided to open Hogsmeade before summer vacation—not going out to play but staying in the castle to discuss werewolves. How could such entertainment be worthy of their year of hard work?

Of course, the most important factor was that both the school administration and the Ministry of Magic adopted a unified stance, announcing in the newspapers their support for Professor Lupin to continue serving on campus. In particular, his background as a former striker eased the concerns of students who were wary of werewolves.

Even so, Lupin has been under intense scrutiny these days.

Every student would cast curious glances, wondering if Lupin would suddenly sprout furry ears or a tail—after all, in many magical family stories, werewolves replace the Big Bad Wolf from Muggle fairy tales as the villains…

"Honestly...it's much better than I expected..."

In a corner of the faculty lounge, Lu Ping was all smiles, completely unconcerned about the onlookers he had been receiving these past few days.

"At least my students didn't look at me with hostility; if they had, I really wouldn't have been able to continue..."

He even had the inclination to play Wizard's Chess with William—and he made William lose particularly badly.

“My dear wizard… perhaps we should let that soldier go first…”

The bishop chosen by William spoke meekly, his tone devoid of any arrogance.

"Are you sure?"

William stopped fiddling with the wizard's chess pieces and asked in confusion. The bishop nodded quickly, which made the soldier look miserable.

"Haha..." Adams sneered, "You actually have to let the chess pieces teach you how to play Wizard Chess!"

He mocked mercilessly while disregarding the rule of not speaking while watching the game, saying, "Come on, let me play this endgame and see how I win."

William readily conceded his position; he was so devastated by the loss that he was questioning his very existence.

Back in Azkaban, when he played the immovable wizard chess game against Nine Fingers, he did very well…

'Could it be... that Nine Fingers deliberately let me win back then?'

Just as he realized he had discovered the truth, the Wizard's Chess piece, held in Adams' hand, became somewhat unhappy—it struggled as if trying to say something, but ultimately sighed and gave up.

"Gurgle!!!"

The hooting of an owl came from outside the window. After making the sound, it began to rhythmically tap on the window with its beak, signaling to the professors to open it.

William waved his arm, and the window was pushed open completely. Then, the somewhat silly-looking owl fluttered down onto the nearest table and began to trot around on it.

It didn't even rush to deliver the message; instead, it clung to the professor closest to the window—who was unpacking a bag of nuts.

"Okay, okay..."

As the professor spoke, he handed out half of the package, glancing at the recipient's name in the process.

"Professor Lupin, your letter was sent by Sirius Black!"

He turned to Lupin and called out, then complained with a smile, “He sends you letters, but I have to feed you—that guy is really bullying me.”

"Okay, I'm coming right away."

Lupin stood up and walked toward the owl that was addicted to eating.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the other professors watching began to whisper, "Hurry up, move the pieces a bit. Lupin has never lost a game of wizard chess in school. Back when he was a student, no one from Ravenclaw would play chess with him!"

The poor chess piece tried to say something, but was stared at by the professor watching, and after hesitating for a moment, it began to play dead.

Lupin took the letter and returned quickly. Without opening it, he discovered that one of the bishops' chessboards was missing.

Then, without saying a word, he killed the overconfident Adams to the same extent as William had been.

"I'll go check the letter first. Has anyone taken over?"

Lupin asked with a smile, "It's clear that the revelation of his werewolf identity hasn't changed his life much, which has relieved a lot of his original pressure. He no longer needs to try to hide the fact that he is a werewolf."

-

【Dear Moon Face:】

I've read all the recent newspapers carefully—I'm so glad you'll continue working at Hogwarts…

……

The letter was full of undisguised congratulations and joy, which made Lupin even happier.

But soon he heard the professors shouting behind him, "Professor Lupin, your letter!"

"It's not an offensive email, is it?"