From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

William shrugged. "You might think the fourth one doesn't really fit in, that it's a bit of a forced connection, but its importance is undeniable, and it might even be the most important of the four topics."

Chapter 55 Students always like to fidget during class

“You probably think I’m going to give a long and pointless lecture,” William said, pointing to the four parts written on the blackboard. “Tsk, four parts, it’s going to be a long lecture of more than half an hour.”

A low chuckle came from the students below.

William knew very well what students this age wanted—it was only the beginning of the school year, and none of the sixth-grade students were over seventeen.

Sixteen-year-olds have boundless energy, a desire to perform that is several times greater than that of adults, and far less patience than adults.

No matter how well the theoretical lectures were taught, they wouldn't buy it. Even with plenty of interaction, it still couldn't compare to activity-based classes that required hands-on participation—and the fact that students weren't allowed to use magic outside of school before the age of seventeen only exacerbated this.

But it doesn't matter. William never intended to use a grueling test-taking strategy for sixth graders. They have more time than fifth graders, so he can incorporate countless activities into their curriculum.

Besides, without the cheerful classes of older students as a contrast, where would fifth-grade students get the courage to accept the sea of ​​questions?

Just like how high school teachers desperately try to paint a rosy picture for their students, promising a carefree life after getting into college, William plans to paint the same picture for fifth graders—it's not that I'm bullying you, but look how happy the sixth graders are in class! Study hard, study diligently, and you'll be able to relax once you pass the exams.

"To be honest, these topics would be far too complex to cover in a single lecture. I even planned to spend a year breaking them down and explaining them to you slowly. But for now, in order to give you a deeper understanding of the last point, I've decided to have a little interactive session with you."

As William spoke, he bent down and began groping under the podium—he had asked the elf Bart to bring the things to the classroom before class.

Amid the curious gazes of the students below, he pulled a large sack from under the podium.

Many students realized that today's class was going to be quite interesting, so they ignored their textbooks, took out their wands, and prepared for today's practical lesson.

"I see some of you have taken out your wands—that's a wise choice, as wands are a wizard's best friend. However, I don't think wands are of much help to you. If you damage any teaching aids, I regret to say I'll have to deduct points."

Teaching aids?

Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, William began to rummage through the sack, taking things out one by one.

Old photographs, baskets woven from willow branches, bubbling potions... all sorts of things were taken out and placed on the podium, filling the entire podium.

After taking out most of the contents, the still bulging sack was placed in the corner of the podium by William, making the entire podium look like a street stall.

“It’s a very simple but fun test. If you all go on a trip,” William said with a smile, “to completely different magical places like Egypt or India, you should always bring back something as a travel gift.”

"Then, let's give everyone some start-up capital, using points instead of Galleons. The items on the table are both real and fake—those who can buy the correct souvenir will have five points added to their academy, and those who fail will have one point deducted from their academy."

William generously distributed the perks, completely disregarding the principle that there is a limit to the points that can be added or deducted in a single class.

"Professor, what if we can't make a decision?"

A bookish young man asked the question.

"That should be considered disrupting classroom order, so deducting fifteen points isn't unreasonable, right?"

Want to find bugs in the game? You're clever, but the developers say you're not allowed to find bugs, and if you dare to mess around, your account will be banned.

The student who had spoken obediently shut his mouth.

"Alright, everyone, get ready—no need to line up. All of you gather around the podium in a big circle, observe together, and select what you believe to be the real thing—of course, to be fair, you can only pick up the item after I say 'start'."

Although everyone verbally expressed their dislike for this interaction without using a wand, they were all incredibly genuine in their actions. The area around the podium was almost instantly surrounded by people, and a few students who were a little slower had to stand behind the crowd and tiptoe to identify the dazzling array of works on the table.

"You can use any method you can think of to detect those things, except for destructive magic. To make it easier, I've put small labels on everything explaining their purpose, which is a good way to make judgments—alright, let the game begin!"

Almost everyone immediately grabbed what they believed to be genuine, while those who were a little slower had no choice but to reluctantly shift their targets.

William clearly saw that while they were getting their things, a red-haired boy took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and secretly held the hand of a brown-haired girl from behind the crowd.

"Hey, Penelope, which one do you think looks more real?"

"Keep your voice down, the professor is still behind us."

"Don't worry, this is a blind spot, you can't see it."

Can you two just shut up for a bit?

Since the two of them weren't disrupting the class, William was too lazy to get scolded—couples who are interrupted during a rendezvous are all equally fierce.

If it were William before he entered Azkaban, he would have smashed the dog food bowl over the couple's heads right now. But ever since he came out of that awful place devoid of positive emotions, he simply couldn't bear to interrupt such a scene filled with happiness.

At this moment, the young wizards who had used several magical verification methods had already noticed something amiss—it seemed that everyone had received genuine items.

But that's obviously impossible. If each person gets five points, how many points would you have to give away?

Some students started turning their heads to try and observe William's expression, but William just smiled at them without saying a word.

If they were that easy to identify, how would those guys locked up in Azkaban ever make a living?

The pile of stuff on the table cost him a full seven Galleons—and that was only because he got it at a wholesale price through a friend's introduction.

The purpose of releasing it now is to give these students a taste of their own medicine and to use it as a teaching tool in the future. Although the magic on it won't last long, the magic added to cover it up can still make it look very real.

Watching the students weigh the items in their hands, look for flaws in the sunlight, and even secretly test the material with their teeth, William chuckled and didn't stop them.

We need to make these guys admit defeat before we can continue teaching—how can we teach if we can't control these students in the first lesson?

After about five minutes, all the students looked somewhat desperate. They knew that what they saw in front of them was most likely a fake, but they couldn't tell the difference at all. Even when they tried to identify the effects according to the instructions on the card, the results were still unsatisfactory.

Chapter 56 When students are obedient, classes become easier.

"Penelope, I have an idea. See that bag on the table?"

In the corner of the podium, a young couple was whispering to each other, completely unaware that the professor in the distance was watching their little antics and laughing.

"bag?"

"Yes, the bag the professor took after he finished collecting his things—I suspect that most of the items in the bag are genuine, and maybe the outer items are replicas made based on the items inside."

The two pointed at the bag with extremely careful movements, agreeing to take the items directly from the bag later.

"Alright, there's one minute left. Everyone decide what they want to choose, and then wait for the scores."

The pace of the event immediately quickened, and all the students, after some hesitation, quickly decided what they wanted to choose and then placed it in their hands.

"Don't grab it, let me see what I like first."

Which one do you choose?

...

Amidst the commotion, only a dozen seconds remained on the clock.

The student closest to the bag quickly put down the props he had chosen and then pulled one out of the bag.

Then, the couple that William had been watching quickly picked out an item from the bag—only then did the others realize what had happened.

After the last lucky person, who was closest to him, took something out of the bag, the wizard behind him was stopped by William before he could even reach out.

"Time's up."

William grabbed the bag with one hand, opened it, and slowly picked up the items from the table with the other hand.

"Game over. Everyone, line up, hand over the items you have chosen, and wait for your scores."

The last lucky person to grab something stood proudly at the front of the line.

"Tsk, it's a fake."

William shook his head, a look of regret on his face.

"I regret to inform you that, in order to increase the success rate, I have deliberately put away some of the fake props and put them all in the bag. So, please, any students who took things out of the bag with him, come over and hand them over. Also, please register them with the academy so that points can be deducted."

His tone was apologetic, but the students present all felt that the new professor was doing it on purpose.

The students, who had been smugly convinced they had found the trick, dejectedly came to the front of the line and handed over what they had in their hands.

"Look, this amulet is made of wolf fangs, it's from Africa—African wizards don't make amulets from wolf fangs, the werewolves over there are almost degenerating into kobolds, African wolves aren't even doing as well as hyenas."

William patted the student on the shoulder, then took the things from his hands and put them into the sack.

"Look at this, a potion—it looks pretty cool? I doubt anyone would try it, right? It's only like this because it has dragon dung in it; it won't last more than a few days."

"This magical item—why do you all think I can produce a real magical item? How could you get this question wrong when it's practically a free point?"

The student William spoke to lowered his head, unsure of where to look.

"Next up, this is the real deal, the most valuable item in this batch. Congratulations, which college are you from?"

The Hufflepuff students cheered when a student finally stood out and earned extra points.

"Rare indeed, consecutive successes? This doesn't seem like a guess. How did you recognize me?"

"Willow branches are worthless; there's no point in making counterfeit goods from them."

“A wise choice, because even if it were genuine, it would be a useless and worthless item, and no one would spend a lot of effort to counterfeit it—Gallon has fakes, but Nat certainly doesn’t, Ravenclaw gets five points.”

……

After identifying all the points, only two houses managed to get points: Ravenclaw had one person find one, and Hufflepuff had two people find one. The rest of the houses were all wiped out.

"Alright, now that everything has been identified, we're not going to learn how to identify magical items. Everyone should go back to your seats."

The students sighed and dispersed from the podium—although no magic wand was used, it didn't change the fact that the class was very interesting.

The only regret is that most people not only failed to gain any points, but were also forced to lose college points.

"Hey, don't be so discouraged. Although what follows is going to be a long speech, we have another fun game to play before that."

"Next, students whose names I call, please come to the front of the stage to collect your items."

To collect something?

The group exchanged glances—was the professor planning to hand out the fake item as a souvenir?

That's going too far, Professor! Who would use something that records failure as a souvenir?

"Percy Weasley".

William called out the name and then opened the sack again—which dampened the students' enthusiasm considerably.

They're not children, are you giving them fake goods to play with?

However, when the item was pulled out of the sack, Percy, whom everyone present recognized, blushed immediately—it was a magic wand.

"My magic wand!"

He frantically reached into his pocket, but found nothing.

The items on stage are not counterfeit—it's not easy to be a good student in Azkaban, but it's too easy to be a bad one. Theft, counterfeiting, smuggling, black market activities, fraud—all sorts of criminals gather here. Since there's not much entertainment in prisons, everyone shares whatever they find interesting.