From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

The accompanying professors all laughed—indeed, by that logic, returning now would be a bit slow…

“You’re being too mean, Professor William,” another professor laughed without any restraint. “So, what if we captured Dumbledore?”

"Then, in my heart, there is only Principal McGonagall."

William responded dramatically, which caused the surrounding professors to burst into unrestrained laughter. Several students were attracted by the laughter, but after just one glance, they quickly ran away—with so many professors in this place, even the most mischievous student couldn't stand it.

-

"Where is Bagman?"

A group of goblins unusually surrounded the Ministry of Magic's reception area.

This is a rare sight—after the wizards and fairies fought, these guys were less likely to disrespect the authority of the Ministry of Magic.

But at this moment, the fairies all spoke with righteous indignation, "Bagman, where is Ludo Bagman?"

"He owed a lot of money and borrowed money to place bets with us, but now that the competition has been suspended by your Ministry of Magic, his bets have failed, so he has to pay back the rest of the money!"

The goblins blocked the door, insisting that Bagman come out, in order to annoy the Ministry of Magic—their bets had originally made a fortune because of Hogwarts' resounding victory, but due to the Ministry of Magic's suspension, all the money was now being withheld to investigate the so-called flow of funds and the alleged corruption and dereliction of duty by Headmaster Ilvermorny, which greatly displeased them.

Bagman's payment could have been delayed for a few more days, but who told the Ministry of Magic to withhold the goblin's money? You're disgusting me, so I'll disgust you back—the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Magical Games is a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, and he's run away with the money. Doesn't the Ministry of Magic care?

A group of goblins surrounding the Ministry of Magic completely disrupted the ministry's order, and before long, the matter reached Fudge's office.

"A fairy blocking the door?"

"Are they crazy? Aren't they afraid of wands anymore?"

After spending a tiny bit of time understanding the situation, Fudge wanted to smash the table.

That idiot Bagman is well-informed. He disappeared right after the match, and now a bunch of goblins are legally blocking the gate demanding his return—this is practically using the Ministry of Magic's reputation to pay for his actions!

"What has he done, the head of the Department of Magical Sports and Magical Activities at the Ministry of Magic, that he needs to borrow money from a bunch of goblins!"

Fudge grew angrier and angrier, wishing he could rush up to Bagman and have a duel with this good-for-nothing guy—how could a sports director get involved in the betting on his own games? Aren't you afraid that if it gets exposed, you won't be able to continue working?

"Go and find out how many Galleons that idiot owes..."

"Does the ministry have to foot the bill?"

"What else can we do? Let those guys keep blocking the door?"

"Yes, Minister. By the way, do you need me to inform the investigators to check the accounts carefully, preferably several times, to avoid any oversights at the end?"

"Yes, that's a good idea."

"Yes, Minister."

The secretary quickly ran away, and Fudge sat down, but then angrily slammed his fist on the table.

But the secretary returned much faster than he expected, "Minister... something's happened, those fairies have scattered..."

"They've scattered?"

Fudge paused, unsure if the Ministry of Magic could intimidate those goblins, especially in the current climate…

"It's said that... Hogwarts and the other three schools have reached a decision regarding the competition results, and Hogwarts is the ultimate winner of this Triwizard Tournament..."

"The other three... are they really that focused on losing? The match has already been paused!"

Fudge looked on in disbelief, "It's unbelievable..."

Less than half a minute later, he smiled and said, "Send a congratulatory letter to Hogwarts in my name. Also, announce that the good news will be broadcast tonight."

"Also, inform the Daily Prophet to do a special feature tomorrow, to properly introduce our winning player."

"Check my schedule for tomorrow and cancel anything unnecessary—can I free up a morning?"

"Yes, Minister."

After checking for a few minutes, the secretary quickly replied, "But that would make your schedule for the next week particularly..."

"It's alright. In the letter, I will inform them that I will personally go to Hogwarts tomorrow to see our champions."

"What about the Magical Congress of America?"

"Keep stalling. We've done everything we can. If they dare to deny it, we'll allow Principal Nora to take refuge!"

Fudge announced menacingly.

"Yes, Minister!"

-

"Can't you not be so happy, Selma?"

The Hufflepuff common room was bustling with activity, with a table laden with all sorts of dishes—since their warriors had suffered a setback in their performance, a celebratory feast was the perfect way to make up for it.

Victory is victory, and no amount of delay can stop it. Although everyone is still angry, we can't let this cause us to waste the ingredients prepared for the celebration.

They even planned to send a treat to the warriors from the other academies—everyone knows whether they won or not, it's not up to the Aurors to decide.

"Seriously, seriously..."

The seventh-grade prefect poked Selma with exasperation, then brought her some dessert...

"Huh? A special contribution award?"

By the time they were preparing to deliver the food boxes, the news had already spread, so everyone started wreaking havoc on the greenhouse—a special contribution award is still an award!

When the new food was delivered, "Champion?"

Anyway, let's add some more celebratory dishes...

-

"Celebratory days are always too short. I think everyone had a lot of fun during their last period at school. It seems like we had quite a few celebratory banquets during this time..."

The end of the term arrived amidst jubilation, and Dumbledore stood in the center of the Great Hall, decorated with four ribbons, to deliver his pre-holiday speech.

"Now I feel that even Dumbledore isn't always right."

Fred exchanged glances with his brother, "Like now, I feel like the best is yet to come. We have a whole summer vacation ahead!"

"Yes, indeed, today is a good day."

George nodded emphatically, "A delightful day, we..."

"Set off a big firework?"

The two read the answer in each other's eyes, and then secretly left the auditorium.

Dawn and Darkness

Chapter 495 Choice

"It really has been...a busy year..."

In the large office, William sighed as he tidied up his desk.

The test papers used this year will be sealed away and will be reused in three or four years—by then, the fifth-grade students will have graduated, and there will be no need to worry about students getting the answers and test papers in advance.

The competition venue and content design were submitted to the school for filing long ago. The messiest things on the table were just the analysis and summary of student performance during this period. The rest of the books could be stuffed into the public bookshelf, and it was not difficult to tidy up.

"But at least it turned out well, which makes our hard work in setting the questions and setting up the venue worthwhile..."

Lupin had already tidied up his own things and was refilling the owl food bowl on the table. "Next school year won't be so tiring. By the way, Professor Moody, how did the Auror recruitment go this year?"

Moody was also tidying up the viewing mirror and other miscellaneous props on his desk. He turned around, but his magic eye was still fixed on the props that were floating under the control of the wand. "A great success—if I had known this year would go this smoothly, I should have been enjoying my retirement."

“That’s so boring, Professor Moody. Your students are waiting for you in seventh grade,” William tapped the sixth-grade report card that hadn’t been put away. “I’ve noticed that their improvement in combat training is quite astonishing.”

“You’re full of traps, just as slippery as Albus, Professor William,” Moody snorted, then suddenly asked as if remembering something, “Speaking of which, what are your plans for this holiday? How about going to an Auror training course to see what it’s like?”

"Auror training?"

It must be said that this proposal was somewhat tempting for William—for a wizard like him who hadn't received much informal training, Auror training was undoubtedly a very effective way to organize his knowledge. However, staying in England during the holidays…

The Dark Lord, who was supposed to return this year, did not resurrect. He had originally planned to sneak out during the holidays to research strategies for dealing with dark magic, but then the Auror training...

"By the way, how much of the training content can I access?"

He suddenly remembered a crucial question and asked it to Moody.

"Almost all of them, though a few are obviously impossible. Also, a confidentiality agreement must be signed, guaranteeing that the contents will not be disclosed or shared..."

"let it go."

William waved his hand decisively—what a joke! He had almost finished the food he brought back from the Far East. Judging from the similarities between the Aurors of different countries, wouldn't signing that agreement be like cutting off his own hands and feet?

"Hey, Professor William, aren't you coming with us for the summer?"

"Forget it, safety is safety, but I don't plan on locking myself up on Privet Road..." William waved his hand. "I have a small problem that needs to be checked in person. Hopefully, I'll find something this year."

"Well then, good luck, see you next school year."

See you next school year.

-

"The professor actually took the Hogwarts Express back again..."

On the moving train, the Weasley brothers, having learned the news, sneaked back to their compartment.

The small private room was now completely full, with a group of soon-to-be seventh graders gathered around, listening to the twins introduce their new props and talk about the shop in the distance.

On the train right now, with the seventh-grade students having already left for internships or graduation trips, these sixth-grade students have become the school's elder brothers. Even the honor of winning the three-way championship together can't stop them from wanting to settle old scores from the past year before summer vacation—but if the professor were here…

"Don't worry, we're getting off the bus soon. The professor can't possibly lock us up in solitary confinement, can he?"

"We need to look like we're in seventh grade!"

"That's it!"

"So... what's seventh grade like?"

"Arrogant and domineering, then he just wants to call the first-year students over to do whatever he wants..."

As the student being questioned spoke, he noticed the twins' deathly pale faces and the pity of the people around them, and only then did he realize that something was wrong.

This sound seems a bit...

"Hello, Professor."