From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

As he flipped through the pages of a potion that only lower-grade students would brew, his mind wandered to all sorts of random thoughts, and suddenly he twitched his ears alertly.

Just before he lost control and nearly pulled out his wand, he finally recognized that the two approaching people were twins.

This relieved him, and he pretended not to have noticed anything, waiting for the two to quietly approach—since he joined the school team, he hadn't seen the two prank their teammates, so he felt very at ease.

"Hi, Harry!"

The two men sandwiched Harry between them, glanced at the stands, then smiled happily at Ron's mistake before asking Harry, "What are you looking at?"

A first-year potions textbook? Are you crazy, Harry?

"We'll show you what you should see! Transfiguration!"

Fred reminded Harry, half with schadenfreude and half with good intentions.

"Transfiguration?"

Harry looked at the twins on either side. "What made you think of recommending a Transfiguration textbook?"

He didn't dislike Transfiguration at all, and even planned to flip through his previous Transfiguration textbooks after this round of Potions review to see if he could find any interesting inspiration, just like Potions class, or even more relaxed than Potions.

"Um…"

The twins exchanged a glance and decided to reveal a little secret.

"It's been confirmed that Professor William's office has a huge pile of Transfiguration textbooks, so we suspect that Professor McGonagall will be incorporating a lot of Transfiguration worksheets into her teaching!"

"You absolutely must keep this a secret, Harry. If the professor finds out we've leaked this, then..."

The two quickly told Harry the truth and repeatedly warned him never to tell anyone else, especially the fifth-year students.

However, to the twins' surprise, Harry did not seem particularly troubled; or rather, he simply lowered his head to think, his face showing no sign of worry.

"broken…"

The twins exchanged a glance, realizing the serious mistake they had made—because a certain professor had changed his habit of putting pressure on students with tests at the start of the semester, the fifth graders had not yet truly realized the terror of those tests.

And Gryffindor is definitely the most stubborn one right now—hoping to scare Harry is completely out of the question.

'The test paper...it seems like it might not be a problem...'

Harry pondered—he really wanted to use something like a test paper to find out his true level of Transfiguration skills.

To be honest, he doesn't even know where his Transfiguration skills fall—if the professor weren't unaware, he would have thought it was a special test to assess his abilities.

'But...why this year? The professor doesn't seem like the type to interfere in Transfiguration classes.'

Furthermore, Professor McGonagall doesn't seem like the type of professor who intends to arbitrarily change her style—test papers might be more appropriate for monthly exams, but for in-class discussions…

'Unless the professor is going to teach Transfiguration…'

'But he's the head of the office now, so it's impossible... unless Professor McGonagall intends to have Professor William take over as the head of the Transfiguration office...'

'In that case, large-scale test papers might be possible…'

'But...no way?'

Harry suddenly had a very, very strange idea.

"Do you think Dumbledore is going to retire and Professor McGonagall will be elected headmistress?"

Chapter 524 The minister has arrived, and the funding is secured!

"Cheer up, Professor Lupin!"

"Yes, yes, that's it! Minister Fouché's safety depends entirely on you!"

In the large office, Lupin and William were looking Lupin over with serious, or rather, pretending to be serious, expressions. "That's it, Professor Lupin, that's it!"

Tomorrow is the day the Minister of Magic is coming to deliver money—cough, to inspect—and the Office of Self-Defense Magic will definitely have to make a gesture.

Lupin was a little helpless, but he was still trying on the new robe—the one he had originally prepared was rejected by Professor McGonagall yesterday, and then the vice principal personally placed an order for a new robe for him, which was delivered overtime.

"Is it really necessary? I think my original outfit was fine."

“Of course, this is Professor McGonagall’s idea—the new greenhouse at Hogwarts is in your hands, Professor Lupin. Professor Sprout will be very grateful to you.”

William and Moody exchanged a glance, neither of them laughing, deliberately making fun of Lupin.

"Okay, okay, is this alright?"

"Of course, absolutely perfect!"

William tried to sound serious before returning to his desk. "All that's left is a flower to put in the buttonhole. No big deal—I'll go see Adams after class; their Herbalism office will definitely be all for it."

"Spare me..."

“No, if you have any objections, you can speak to Professor McGonagall—that’s all, I’m going to class now.”

William said this with great certainty, then picked up his paper bag from the table and strode out of the large office.

“…” Lupin sighed, looking at Moody who was still there, “Professor Moody…we’re all Gryffindors…”

“So you should contribute more to the academy,” Moody nodded seriously. “You know, we’re not involved in this exhibition match. The team has only just been formed, and Professor McGonagall won’t take that risk.”

For someone like the Minister of Magic, it's incredibly rude of him to just grab any player to put on an exhibition match. This isn't the kind of perfunctory way to do things…

"... "

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"Attend class."

William placed the paper bag on the podium and looked down at the sixth-grade students.

Last year's interactions weren't very pleasant. Because of the three-way competition, the workload increased significantly in the later stages, causing many students to break down a bit by the end.

This resulted in fewer applicants for the advanced self-defense course that year compared to previous years; approximately one-eighth of the students gave up on continuing their self-defense studies after passing the OWLs exam.

Fortunately, everyone got along well in the last class, which somewhat comforted these students who were a bit like frightened birds.

"Tell me, what kind of knowledge would you like to learn in today's lesson?"

William walked to the front of the class and smiled at the students below. Over the years, he had become quite familiar with the content of the advanced class. Although there were some minor issues with adjusting the course content, they were not a big problem to deal with.

Is it possible to cast spells without a staff?

Encouraged by William, the students below came up with a bold idea—back in fifth grade, they had been curious about William's spellcasting without a staff in his left hand, but at that time they were too busy with too many things to know and no one dared to mention it or ask.

"Explaining the Dharma without a staff?"

William smiled. "Of course you can, but be prepared—it's very difficult. I doubt that after one lesson you'll even be able to do a simple levitation spell."

He tapped the chalk, making it write quickly on the blackboard automatically, and then thought for a moment.

"Wandless spellcasting is actually a little spellcasting technique I learned from Africa when I went on an adventure—in fact, the use of wands is not widespread there, and most of them have never even touched a wand in their lives."

Are you a little surprised?

William looked at the students below, their mouths agape, and laughed heartily. "Have you all always thought it was a very sophisticated, very rare special skill that only extremely powerful wizards could master?"

Clearly, he was right—after all, there's nothing new under the sun, and previous students had thought the same way.

“No…” William slid his left hand through the air, creating a large X in the void. “In fact, most of you have experience casting spells without a wand—think about it, before you touched your first wand, did you ever demonstrate any extraordinary magical abilities?”

"Of course—most wizards demonstrate their magical abilities in one way or another before realizing they are different from others..."

"So, Professor, you mean there are exceptions?"

Under William's deliberate prolongation, some students finally broke free from their preconceived notions from fifth grade and joined in William's conversation.

William nodded, giving him an approving look—you need to relax a bit; you were too harsh on them last year, which is why these students aren't very lively anymore.

"Of course there are exceptions. Some wizards suppress their magical power for one reason or another, which leads to—well, some tragedies."

"There is another special kind of existence—that is, because they lack confidence, they keep telling themselves that they can't, and then their magical power is used to limit the manifestation of their magical power. This is why many wizards' strength increases dramatically after experiencing certain things."

"Then, Professor, will some of them become Squibs?"

Another student mustered up the courage to ask a question.

"It's hard to say. There are no relevant research results in the wizarding world right now. My teacher did study related topics, but unfortunately, a serious experimental accident occurred as soon as the experiment began..."

William sighed – he had discovered the relevant information while organizing some potion notes from his vault. Although he wanted to continue his research on the Squib, it was clearly not the right time now.

As long as there is hope for the Dark Lord's return, he will not be able to devote all his energy to any single research project.

The silence in the classroom paused for a moment until William himself broke it.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's continue with our previous topic—the Dharma teachings without a staff."

William glanced at the chalk on the blackboard. "Well, just like it says on the blackboard, before the first wand appeared, wizards were actually casting spells without a wand, and then the wand era began."

"At that time, the materials and cores of wands were uncertain, and even the design of wands did not have a good standard. But even so, wands still enhanced the power of wizards. I'm sure you've all learned about this in the history of magic."

Several students silently lowered their heads—they seemed to have seen a little bit of the relevant content, but the OWLs exams were so long ago…

"Then came the complete standardization of wands, a large-scale increase in the combat power of wizards, and then a period of great prosperity in the wizarding world. Now, wands have become the most necessary item for you to purchase before enrolling in school."

Of course… wands were still quite powerful before they were fully finalized… for example, Ilvermorny's wand was said to have been used by Slytherin himself… but William couldn't tell his students about this—at least not until things with the Dark Lord were settled, he couldn't let his students know these things publicly, lest the Dark Lord confirm his stance on this matter…

"But it is precisely because of the power of wands that we have completely abandoned the idea of ​​wandless spellcasting. Moreover, after a series of magical training sessions, our understanding of magic has made it difficult to cast spells without a wand..."

"The most basic staff-less incantation requires some hand gestures..."

William slowed the movements of his left hand, making sure all the students could clearly see his slow, staffless incantation. "That's it!"

With the completion of the last gesture, he successfully cast a levitation spell.

“That’s about it,” William slowed his gestures again, pointed his wand at his left hand, and used the wand to create an illusion that was five times larger. “One more time!”

He demonstrated the Levitation Charm with a slower motion—all eyes were focused on the large illusion.

"Did you see that clearly?"

"Professor, are you double-casting?"

Just as William was asking the students below a question, someone raised another issue—the levitation spell and the enlarged illusion were not the same kind of magic!

'If I told you that Dumbledore could perform Transfiguration at the same time as casting a spell, how would you react…'

He thought to himself, but spoke very modestly, "They are two different spells, but they are not used simultaneously. The wand is cast first, and then the left hand is used. They are far from being the same..."

But the students were already fantasizing about casting spells with their left and right hands at the same time—whether it was difficult or not was another matter, but it looked really cool!

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