From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

and many more!

William suddenly realized, "A minor, coming to this kind of underground bar?"

Or Wednesday?

Considering how close this place is to Hogwarts, William immediately assumed the two were students of the school.

'Skipping classes, leaving school without permission, and underage drinking.'

As someone who had diligently read through the teacher's code of conduct, William knew very well that it was enough to confine these two students for half a semester.

So, should we arrest them?

Based on William's original personality, he definitely wouldn't have interfered in this kind of thing, but now, whether it's because he's seen too much negative information in prison and is unwilling to see young people go astray, or because his sense of responsibility as a teacher, which he hasn't been doing for long, has suddenly emerged, he's become a little hesitant.

"Give them a warning—it looks like this is their first time here, and they probably took a secret passage. If they cooperate, we can persuade them to go back to school."

After much deliberation, William stood up, picked up his wine glass, and went to the table.

"Newbie?"

The sound, transmitted through the bandages, became a strange, muffled tone.

"No, we're regulars."

Almost instinctively, the two of them refuted each other in unison.

As expected, they were two students skipping class—William could immediately tell from their voices that they were definitely underage.

I just don't know if they are his students. It's normal for fifth-grade students to come to an underground bar to vent their stress from exams—especially since William just failed them all.

However, while things may seem normal, those who need to be arrested still need to be arrested.

"Regular customers? Regular customers don't recognize me? Have I been coming less this year, causing the newcomers to be disrespectful to me?"

William almost instinctively chimed in—"It's a phrase Azkaban used often, though he's gotten used to it now, but if it suddenly pops up, it's still just as good."

"Right, right, we just started working here this year," the two men seized the opportunity to continue the conversation, awkwardly pouring drinks and pretending to offer a toast. "We've gotten to know each other better today, haven't we?"

With the mindset of catching a thief red-handed, William solemnly drank a glass with them before mysteriously saying:

"Alright, it's fate that we met today. Come out with me and I'll show you what it's like to be able to get by in Pig Head Bar."

They'd already drunk the drinks and confirmed their identities. They'd lured them out of the bar, grabbed them, and forced these two wayward brats to write self-criticisms. If they still didn't behave, they'd be locked up!

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Five minutes ago.

"Fred, Pighead Bar isn't any better. It was a complete waste of our time."

"Don't rush, this is the biggest black market at Hogwarts. I heard Hagrid even bought a dragon egg here!"

The two held bottles of alcohol that were strictly forbidden for people their age, and pretended to be casually observing their surroundings while whispering to each other.

"We just need some uncommon magical materials, was it really necessary to skip class and come here?"

"What else can we do if we don't come here? Wait to trade with the students? We've already spent enough money on Lockhart's textbooks this year, and Ginny's textbooks are all second-hand. We still need to save money to prepare Christmas gifts. This is the place where we can spend the least amount of money."

The two weighed their money bags in each other's hands, reaffirming their determination to shop here.

"Hey Fred, look over there, yes, that's it!"

The two exchanged glances, and where their eyes met, a person whose face was covered began to look around.

"It must be him. He comes to a bar to drink and looks around aimlessly. What else could he be but a smuggler?"

How should I communicate with him?

“Wait, don’t rush, George. We’re not sure of his identity yet. There are quite a few counterfeit goods vendors at Pighead Bar. Have you forgotten what Dad always said about the counterfeit dealers they caught?”

"If he's selling counterfeit goods, catching him might earn us some pocket money. Didn't Dad say that the anti-counterfeiting squad has a reward for arresting counterfeit dealers?"

"It's not a bounty, they're just using it to impersonate achievements, but it doesn't matter, they can exchange it for some money for materials anyway."

"It's the same, but not in a bar. From what I've heard, the owner here doesn't want people to have conflicts in his bar. And if it gets out that we skipped school, I don't want to end up like Ron, receiving a 'yelling letter'."

The two of them involuntarily stopped their conversation and shivered.

"Hey, he's here. Get ready!"

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Guess what crime was committed in the attack on the professor?

The three, each with their own ulterior motives, quickly reached a consensus and walked out of the bar together.

Bypassing the bar's daily passageway, the three quickly turned into a secluded alley—the excrement at the base of the walls and the vomit that hadn't been cleaned up were ample proof of just how unpleasant the place was.

William, his head wrapped in bandages, turned around, trying to make his voice sound light and easy to listen to, but before he could finish speaking, the bandages turned into a strange noise.

"Gentlemen, you've both left the bar—disarm me!"

The two bad students clearly had no sense of self-awareness and had no intention of having a proper conversation. They pulled out their wands the moment William turned around.

Unfortunately, the two sides are far apart in terms of both magical power and practical experience—just as Muggles like water bullets, Azkaban has simulated battles where they bet chocolates!

The boy standing in front was directly hit by the disarming spell. In the dazzling red light, he was violently knocked back several steps, stumbled, and sat down on the ground. His wand flew out of his hand and into the air.

As the disarming spell took effect, William took a half-step to the side, easily dodging the curse that arrived a step too late.

Without any pause, William unleashed the Obstruction Curse, the spell slamming heavily into another standing black-robed youth, knocking him directly to the base of the wall.

"Waaah!"

With a muffled groan, the second troublemaker lost his fighting ability.

'I'm not bad either, but these students' combat skills are really poor.'

As William pondered this, he reached out and caught the disarmed wand, simultaneously casting a Silent Summoning Charm on the other wand, catching it with equal ease.

The battle is now over.

Lowering his raised left hand, William shook his head at the two daring little ones—a loosely wrapped bandage swayed with the movement, forcing William to reach out and re-secure it.

Just as William began to bandage himself, the first boy who had fallen to the ground quickly got up and rushed out of the alley.

"Alright, kids—legs freeze and you're dead."

The spell successfully struck the boy who was trying to escape. He immediately lost his balance, but luckily he managed to grab the wall for support. However, when he tried to take another step, his legs were firmly locked, and he could only hop.

William glanced around to make sure they had no accomplices, then his tone returned to its previous relaxed manner:

"Stop thinking about running around. Take your hood down. I want to see which college's students are so bold. Tsk tsk, skipping school on Wednesday, you guys are something else."

The two boys, who had been trying to communicate with each other through eye contact while trapped by the spell, immediately gave up their little tricks. The regret that had just crossed their minds vanished instantly—well, it wasn't a black marketeer, it was a professor.

There's no need to worry. Others might be nervous for a while, but the two of them are used to it.

The two men pulled down their hoods almost simultaneously, and then two identical faces appeared in front of William.

Red hair, very bright red hair—that was William's first impression of these two troublemakers.

Judging from their completely shameless behavior and their expressions of accepting being hit and scolded, William judged that they were probably not first-time offenders. Even in Azkaban, there were few guys with such slick hair—they were two troublemakers!

"Name?"

"George Weasley (Fred Weasley)!"

The response was almost unanimous—meaning that the two could make up lies on the spot and still cover them up. Even without prior preparation, they could still create a perfect story by taking turns to deceive people.

"Gryffindor?"

"Yes."

Although he got the answer he expected, William was not happy at all. Professor McGonagall had spoken to him specifically because too many students had failed at once, which had a bad influence. Now she had arrested two more students from her college. Wasn't this going against his boss?

He had only been at the school for less than four days and was not familiar with the school's personnel at all. Why did this happen all of a sudden?

Serves you right for being so impulsive, grabbing students all the time!

William, somewhat annoyed, then asked another question.

"First offense?"

The question did not elicit the expected quick response. Right under William's nose, the two began exchanging glances, and then the man answered in a voice that seemed a little slow to a normal person, but was most likely due to embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Professor, we really shouldn't have done that. We accidentally discovered the secret passage and then made a bet with them. We acted too impulsively and disguised ourselves to come to the bar."

"Yes, Professor, we are willing to accept any punishment, whether it's solitary confinement, cleaning duties, or writing a self-criticism. We are willing to take responsibility for this incident."

The two began to argue, each offering a sentence, their confessions sincere and their language simple, much like impulsive teenagers who knew they were wrong, had hope of redemption, and had slightly overstepped their bounds.

Unfortunately, this tactic couldn't even fool a professor with a little experience, let alone William, who had spent almost a year with a bunch of thieves and con artists.

"Great! I'll go talk to Professor McGonagall and see if I can clean the hospital's chamber pots for a month."

"That's not fair, Professor! We just sneaked out when we didn't have class; going to Pighead Bar isn't against school rules!"

The two protested immediately upon hearing the punishment.

As expected of a seasoned pro—normal students don't study school rules. Even if you memorize the whole thing, it would still take a lot of effort to figure out what's illegal and what's allowed!

"According to school rules, how long should someone who assaults a professor be punished by washing chamber pots? I remember the maximum punishment is a year of confinement, or perhaps probation?"

The two fell silent – ​​although William was suspected of stinging, their attack on the professor had indeed happened.

Even though the two were badly beaten by the professor whose name they didn't know, it didn't change the fact that they had attacked the professor.

The two men were like defeated roosters, utterly listless, which made William feel a pang of pity—the purpose of punishment is education, not just punishment in itself.

"Forget it, washing chamber pots and stuff is too much. Let's change the punishment. During your days off this month, go to the office every day and copy the History of Magic for two hours. No automatic quills, feathers, or any other auxiliary tools. I'll find a book of suitable thickness—hmm, not this month, but every week during your days off. Once you've finished copying, your confinement will be over."

Reading history makes one wise. Copying down more magical history is far more educational than washing chamber pots. Even if you can't remember it all at once, copying more will help you remember more of it.

"Alright, that's settled then. Here are your wands. Go back to the school the way you came. Once you get there, go find Professor McGonagall and report the punishment. I'll check the time with her. Don't think that since you've already been punished, you might as well spend the afternoon outside doing some nice work."

William waved and left the alley without giving the two who had suffered a heavy blow any time to react.

Looking at it this way, it seems like William could be a professor no matter what. (Chapter 69)

"Hey George, why didn't you protest just now?"

Fred pressed down on his brother's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand began trying to undo the leg-locking curse on himself, all the while talking.

"Protest? Protest against copying the history of magic?"