From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Looking at the time converters side by side, William suddenly had a very novel idea: "What aspects should I apply for to get a time converter?"

“You are already an adult wizard, Professor William, and I’m afraid your power is beyond its influence.”

Professor McGonagall looked up and glanced at William with curiosity. "However, if you want, I should be able to take care of all the formalities for you before you leave the school. After all, Miss Granger's converter application has a long time limit, which can avoid a lot of trouble."

Chapter 367 Hogwarts' unpleasantness begins again

"I even carried three sets of documents for you..."

William sat in his office, his eyes glued to the time converter he had just acquired.

This is a disc held by a long golden chain. In the center of the disc is a small, rotating hourglass. According to Professor McGonagall, the number of times it rotates determines the length of time travel, but it cannot exceed five hours.

These are the most basic rules—and the rest of the additional rules are so numerous that they can be utterly disheartening.

The Ministry of Magic has enacted hundreds of laws concerning the Time-Turner… even though they only apply to underage wizards.

'I understand a wizard as gifted as you having a greedy desire for the most wondrous magic of time, but Professor William, I hope you'll at least read through the accompanying laws before you begin your exploration.'

These were Professor McGonagall's exact words before handing it over to William—even though William swore he would never risk using the Time-Turner for himself.

"Going back?"

William looked at the time converter on the table.

It bears a line of small print: "I mark every moment, but never surpass the sun. My value to you is measured by your purpose."

"Before understanding those complicated rules, I need to make bold speculations about their uses—the rigid regulations might actually make me lose the ability to make reasonable speculations."

"Does it only work on wizards?"

“When looking back to the past, if something clearly unreplicable existed before that—then, for that brief period of time, were both genuine or both replicas?”

"If you use the converter for a long time, will your birthday still be your birthday? Will curses targeting your birth date still apply? And how are curses targeting your age calculated?"

"If a time converter is used on plants, can it accelerate their growth?"

"What about potions? If a potion is brewed and then returned to an hour ago, will it become the raw material, or will it become a potion that has been brewing for two hours?"

"If an insect eats something and is halfway through, and then you use a converter to advance the time by one hour and observe it again, will it finish eating the food, or will the insect kill itself?"

"Was it a physical entity that was converted, or was it a copy created by the time converter?"

"... "

Sheets of parchment were quickly folded to the other side of the table, where William recorded all sorts of ideas, both new and old. Perhaps most of them had been thought of by predecessors and verified through various experiments, but having more than three unverified ideas was a huge bonus.

There was no other way—the Ministry of Magic guarded this thing even more closely than the Secret Code. If it weren't for this opportunity today, he wouldn't have had anywhere to get his hands on it.

Does he, a professor, really want to fight with students for a converter? Are you kidding me? Doesn't he think he's embarrassing himself enough?

The time converters submitted by fifth-grade students are basically at the level of having depleted energy. After being used for three years, they need a long time to recover their magic at the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic. Even if they apply for it, it won't be of any use. Only if Miss Granger decides to give it up and the device is still in the school can it be operated.

"They're completely riding on the students' coattails..."

William shook his head, put the converter away, and then locked it away with magic—he dared not keep it close to his body. Underage students had more time to study, and if he accidentally turned the hourglass, he could be waiting to die; time was not something to be trifled with…

"There's simply nowhere I can intervene... The only time-related magical powers I possess that can be considered magical are aging potions and a few forbidden life-extending potions..."

"But that makes it even more interesting...a whole new series of knowledge..."

-

"Harry, how did your exam go?"

Ron, holding his report card, asked excitedly. Although his self-defense skills didn't get a perfect score, thanks to the way the grades were calculated, he still received an unprecedented O.

"All approved!"

Harry chuckled and said, "Even though I barely passed divination and potions, what does it matter?"

Unlike before, he is now incredibly looking forward to summer vacation—spending the entire summer with Sirius!

This wonderful thing made him ignore the fact that Dudley would be his summer neighbor, which was a full summer vacation!

"Me too!

Ron handed over his report card and exchanged it with Harry. Then the two had a new discussion about how they should die next year to make Professor Trelawney happy. They firmly believed that the tragic scenarios they made up on their papers were the key to passing the exam.

"You two..."

Hermione held the report card, her eyes filled with displeasure. "Why doesn't anyone care about my grades?"

"Come on, Hermione, everyone knows who's number one!"

This statement resonated with those around her, and made Hermione even angrier—considering her perfect score from the exemption exam, she scored 350 percent of the points required for the upgrade. After she voluntarily gave up the Time-Turner, this situation should never happen again, but no one seemed to care.

"What's wrong? Did you fail your exam?"

Harry hesitated and asked, "Hermione's mental state hasn't been good before the exams. What if she does poorly..."

"No, the results are pretty good."

"That's good," Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Still first place, right?"

"…Yes."

Taken aback by Harry's question, everyone immediately showed expressions of "I knew it!" and then began exchanging their grades—it would be abnormal if Hermione didn't get first place!

Just as she was sulking, the passageway to the lounge opened, and the twins, looking a bit off, walked into the lounge, belatedly noticed them, and then forced a smile and greeted them.

"Are you still looking at grades?"

"Yeah, what have you been up to? You've been running around like crazy these past few days." Ron looked at his two older brothers, hesitated for a moment, and then asked with concern, "You two don't look too well. Should we go to the hospital to get checked out?"

"No need!"

We are fine!

Their answers abruptly overlapped, completely lacking their previous tacit understanding. They themselves realized the problem and, before others could react, hurriedly said goodbye and fled the scene as if escaping a disaster.

-

"Leave this one at school...take this one with you."

As time went by, William began packing his luggage. The time-shifting magic he had just acquired was firmly fixed to the bottom of the suitcase by magic—the application he had rushed to complete had been submitted to Professor McGonagall, and after settling into his office, he could pick up his suitcase and leave.

This time, it's the same old routine: take the Hogwarts train all the way back to London, and then find someone in London to pay a hefty sum to get us out of the country.

There is a way to save money; if he wanted, he could even smuggle himself across without spending a single Galleon—but that's obviously not an option. He finally managed to leave that wretched place, Azkaban, with Dumbledore's help, and now he doesn't want to do anything related to it at all.

It's okay to spend more money on the gray area; I'm at ease.

He has no plans to spend this summer in the UK; his destination is Uganda.

Firstly, it was for the sake of strength, and secondly, it was to avoid disaster—he didn't believe that his protective measures could surpass those of a top-tier Auror. If the opponent could stumble, he would absolutely not confidently challenge the opponent's ability to exploit loopholes.

If he hadn't known Mad-Eye's record, he might have taken some risks, but guided by his vague memories, he checked the information and decided to simply go out and hide.

Putting aside the fact that he and Old Tom have a good relationship—even if they were strangers, he wouldn't let the other person risk being attacked by top Death Eaters because of him, would he?

Therefore, Uganda is the best choice, especially after he learned through a jumble of letters this year that there are still so many correspondence courses in the magical world, which has strengthened his resolve.

It's a win-win situation, though it might require more effort and spending some Galleons.

Although Hogwarts' salary isn't very high, it's enough to cover the cost—after all, the school really does provide all the room and board, and once you reach a certain seniority, you're allocated land, so there are no major expenses.

Uganda may not be a big name, but it is home to Waggadu, the largest magic school in all of Africa.

Compared to the three major magic schools in Europe, the magic at Vargado is almost a completely different type—due to historical reasons, wizards there almost never use wands when casting spells, but instead use their fingers or gestures.

This alone was a great help to William, who was stuck in a theoretical dilemma. Although the Hogwarts library had some relevant information, how could information compare to seeing it with one's own eyes?

Not to mention that the mobility of wizarding society is not that high due to the secrecy laws. Uganda is gradually getting in touch with wands, and the theoretical knowledge is probably being updated every year. If you don't see it for yourself, you'll miss out on too much.

Even in a developed society like ours, information asymmetry still exists, let alone a wizarding society that has no access to electronic products.

"First, obtain an anonymous travel permit, then leave the country legally. Use Muggle transportation to forge your identity and take a roundabout route. With anti-tracking magic, you can arrive safely."

"Fortunately, the official language of Uganda is English, and the language is not a problem, mainly due to the origin of the shamans and the use of French."

William packed the last piece of luggage and then went to his owl's side.

"I'm sorry—I can't take you with me this time. You'll have to stay in the school's owl shelter for a while. Hagrid will take good care of you."

"Goo?"

The guy had grown even bigger, tilting his head as he looked at William, and it took him a while to realize what William was talking about.

"Gurgle!"

It barked and then nuzzled William's hand with its head, indicating that it understood.

William tore open a bag of premium owl food, watched it finish eating, and then patted its belly with his hand—"Go on, don't bully other owls!"

"Gurgle!"

-

"William, World Cup tickets! Quidditch World Cup tickets!"

On his last day before leaving school, Adams grumbled on his desk – Quidditch World was coming soon, and the school had a lot of tickets available. They were asking who wanted to go, but William refused without even thinking.

Quidditch is really fun—but I also really have to run for my life…

The more people there are, the easier it is to make a move. People have always taken advantage of chaos to cause trouble, especially during the Quidditch World Cup. Just think about the traditional British football hooligans, and then think about the stories of the chaos after Quidditch matches that the guys in the next cell used to tell. William really couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't end up somewhere as an ingredient in Polyjuice Potion.

“I know, that’s good, but really,” William shook his head and told a white lie, “I have to perform a special blessing ceremony during the summer to avoid bad luck. It’s a ritual that has been passed down for generations, and if I go, it will be disrupted.”

Because of the existence of the magical potion Felix Felicis, William's statement was immediately accepted—after all, Adams had also come into contact with so-called ritual magic, and William himself was a lineage wizard, so it was perfectly normal for him to write nonsense.

Not to mention that a few years ago, before the self-defense course was renamed, it was taught by the famous Professor Fei, and William persisted for two years, which makes the ritual explanation even more credible.

"Alright, since it's a ceremony, there's no other way. Just do it properly and don't make any mistakes. If all else fails, postpone your return to school until after the semester starts. Make sure the ceremony is completed."

"I'll temporarily substitute your herbalism class for your student's course. We'll reschedule when you return."

"No need for that. It's definitely not a problem to finish it before the start of the semester. The problem is how to get it."

William spread his hands. "Let's talk about something happier. See the Weasley brothers over there?"

The famous office gossip mascot, at its peak, professors even talked about how many more solitary confinements the two would have to endure before the semester ended—how could Adams not know that?

"Them—hey, speaking of which, why are those two acting like that, not eating anything, even though they're about to graduate from school? Weren't they having a great time in fifth grade?"