From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Sell!"

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with determination—solitary confinement it was, even if they were hung on the roof of the auditorium for display today, they would accept it!

The quick-acting truancy potion—the culmination of their years of inspiration—how could they abandon it just because they were afraid of solitary confinement! A year has passed, a whole year!

They still haven't forgotten the fifth-grade students having to attend extra classes on Saturdays because of Sirius's invasion of the school! Even after Sirius was proven innocent, the extra classes never stopped!

They weren't like the others who thought that just because they had tutored students, they should let the other students try it too. They wanted to stand up and resist Professor William's tyranny!

After countless calculations of the potion formula and the process of concentrating the magic potion into candy, they finally obtained this safe, reliable, and fast-acting skip-school candy with zero side effects! Just bite off half of it, and you can suddenly develop several illnesses that are absolutely impossible to fake!

With such a heavy burden and so many courses, how could we not use OWLS to redeem ourselves?

“I have a feeling, George, that in less than a month we’ll be discovered and then hanged.”

"Then let's try swinging on the auditorium ceiling, you bump into me, I bump into you."

George joked with his brother, already prepared to sacrifice himself.

-

'I should have gone to the library!'

Hermione now wants to kill herself from an hour ago—she feels an urgent need for a time-twister.

She didn't know what had gone wrong with her, but out of guilt, she inexplicably came to the Quidditch pitch to see her two friends!

Perhaps because of some inexplicable jealousy a while ago, she chose to support her two friends' training and even brought Ginny along to keep them company so they could discuss spells when they got really bored.

But now…

"I…"

Ginny's eyes were red, and if it weren't for Hermione, she would have left immediately.

On the field, Harry and Cho cooperated exceptionally well, passing the ball in extremely fancy ways and then launching attacks from all sorts of angles. Ron, on the other hand, focused intently on guarding the goal, intercepting most of the goals.

After either Harry or Cho makes a shot, they cheer each other in mid-air and then high-five each other as they skillfully pass each other.

And when Ron blocked those tricky shots, Lavender and her friends nearby would shout and cheer for him.

'This game is unwatchable...'

Seeing that Ginny was about to cry, Hermione could only quietly take her away, then silently find a corner to comfort her, while also wondering why she had come to watch their training...

-

"Be bolder, ask for more money!"

“My dear Professor Lupin, schools don’t have everything, and you can’t always expect to find the magical creatures you need in some empty classroom!”

"You've captured all the magical creatures in the castle, and they're too scared to show their faces! The ghosts have come to me complaining about it countless times!"

“If you want to teach practical lessons, you’ll have to spend money to buy teaching aids. We can’t keep relying on Hagrid to raise so many different kinds of things for us in the Forbidden Forest! That will require funding! You can’t expect students to know what elves look like just by their imagination!”

William read Lupin's report and felt somewhat helpless.

Towards the end of the last semester, he had received complaints from the ghosts—Lupin's classes were too hands-on, he didn't have much money and wasn't good at applying for funding, so he had to find all the materials for his classes himself. The first year was alright, there were plenty of empty classrooms and magical creatures at Hogwarts.

But by the second year, most of the easy targets had been caught, so he started searching in some nooks and crannies. Often, a ghost would appear in a dimly lit place, contemplating life, only to be disturbed by Lupin, who would cautiously rush in with a wand, with a spell…

This infuriates the ghosts—in the past, William would occasionally hear ghosts lamenting their regrets, but now, up to two ghosts a week come to complain about Lupin!

This isn't how you save money!

If they keep skimping on teaching materials, it will be disastrous—especially since this is Lupin's third year teaching. William is afraid that if he doesn't help Lupin straighten out the funding and supply channels, the complaints this year will likely come from the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest and the fishmen in the lake.

A professor who's stingy yet incredibly proactive... his only talent is self-defense. William seriously suspects that if Lupin were to teach a course on the protection of magical creatures, he might one day capture a dragon instead of buying it...

"Add at least one more zero, Professor Lu Ping, those biology books aren't cheap..."

He put down Lupin's report with a headache, then instructed him to remember to wear a proper suit and protect the Minister of Magic when he came next week—whether it would actually be necessary or not was another matter, but the appearance had to be done well.

Did the Minister of Magic come to Hogwarts to deliver money because it was too hot to handle? Not at all—his main purpose was to take photos to show the public his dedication and commitment to education, and it was only natural that the outspoken professor of self-defense would be in the background.

"That's it, make some good revisions, Professor Lupin."

William gave him repeated instructions before leaving Lupin's office and walking towards the greenhouse in the setting sun—over the years, he had figured out the location of the greenhouse where herbs were kept for self-cultivation.

-

"The professor isn't here!"

When the dinner began, the twins were overjoyed to discover that Professor William had not come to dine in the Great Hall!

This is good news because many students who desperately need their help will see the reality tonight—on this night of celebration, these students will know the pain of having to attend classes on Saturday.

Not only them, but many sixth and seventh graders also knew about this and were looking forward to seeing the painful expressions on the faces of these fifth graders—this was a scene second only to the Sorting Ceremony!

Many people didn't even eat properly in order to see that mask of pain. After watching the fifth-grade students leave, they rushed to their own lounge.

The twins, carrying a bag of chewing gum, also followed mysteriously.

Just wait and see. After tonight, they will be more than just prankster twins; they will be saviors who rescue fifth graders from their misery, inventors of quick-fix truancy candy, guiding lights for students, and beacons of salvation!

...

However, when they returned to the lounge, they found that the notice board that should have been posted was completely empty.

'Who has such audacity?'

The twins carrying the bags were shocked. They had always thought they were the most law-abiding students in Gryffindor, but today they were convinced…

Seriously, I'm speechless—which reckless student would dare to tear down the notice?

That thing can be torn? Professor McGonagall doesn't get angry, do you really think of her as a cat?

"Won't people die?"

Fred looked at his brothers and, after some thought, realized that calling himself a troublemaker was a bit of an exaggeration—they used to think they'd seen it all, but now...

They were just two ordinary, unsophisticated students from Gryffindor...

-

"Oh, by the way, I heard from Professor Sprout that you're not having extra classes this year?"

By the campfire, Adams brought out the dishes he had just finished and casually asked William a question.

"That's right. The students have a good foundation, and there are no extra ceremonies to disturb them this year, so there's naturally no need for extra lessons."

Of course, relatively speaking, there was a little more homework...

This year's students have a very good foundation from their time in Luping, so they don't need any more tutoring. Whether it's exams or homework, it's all about mastering the methods of knowledge. Tutoring is a remedial measure for students with a weak foundation, and since this year's students are doing well, there's naturally no need to arrange it.

When he stopped making arrangements, the other professors also stopped offering extra classes – for a group of students, other teachers said that since they already had a good foundation, it wasn't necessary anymore, and they were too embarrassed to admit that the foundation they had laid for the students was too weak.

Moreover, this year's students are actually quite well-behaved, so there's no need to be even harsher than William... Therefore, the Saturday tutoring session was postponed.

Of course, necessary explanations are still needed—in case any batch of students doesn't have a strong foundation, then it will be convenient to supplement them.

"That's true, they've been studying systematically for a long time."

Adams nodded. "Come and try these snails, I learned a recipe over the summer!"

-

"So, you're not going to have extra lessons?"

In the lounge, the sixth and seventh graders were dumbfounded.

No way—this excellent tradition of tutoring, is it really going to be interrupted just like that?

The sixth-grade students are so resentful they're practically bursting with rage—what's going on? Why does everything seem to go right after they reach this grade?

The twins were stunned after hearing the seventh-grade prefect's description.

No... The two of them even had letters written to their homes by the professor, and were forced to study during the summer vacation. This year's students don't even have Saturday classes anymore?

The two exchanged a glance, then hid the bags they had been carrying behind their backs.

"Hey, what are you carrying?"

"An experimental Hochlap."

The two exchanged a glance and answered decisively, a response that immediately killed the questioner's interest.

This thing is a harmless feed animal, like the florper caterpillar, and not many people like it.

"I'm not selling! Absolutely not selling!"

The two looked at each other and made up their minds.

They came to save the fifth graders from their predicament, even at the risk of being locked up by the professor.

But they weren't there to be clowns—this candy would definitely be a bestseller in fifth grade, but even holding a Galleon only made them angrier.

I'm so angry!

I'm not selling it anymore! Absolutely not selling it!

-

"No more tutoring?"

Harry was one of the few students who still remembered to attend tutoring classes on Saturdays. He smiled as he began to plan what to do this weekend.

However, before he could arrange his date, training, and homework, a note was handed to him.

Dumbledore's—this Saturday morning, in the Headmaster's office, a private lesson for three warriors.

Let's shorten the date time.

Harry sighed.

But not long after, another note was handed in.

William's—Professor Moody will be giving him a special training session this Saturday afternoon.

'Date time…'

Before he could even sigh, a third note was handed in.

Professor Slughorn's name was prominently listed among the students who had performed poorly in Potions class this Saturday night for a refresher course in the underground classroom.

...