From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

'It's like he's having a fit...'

William looked at the students in the classroom and almost burst out laughing.

After his demonstration, all the students began to practice frantically, but just as William had said, they had long forgotten the feeling of casting spells without a wand, and their left hand, which they were not used to using to form those hand seals, was really difficult...

'Should I tell them that I actually taught myself left-handed spellcasting so I could use my left hand, and that the local natives use their right hand?'

William looked at the students whose hands were bent into chicken claw shapes, hesitated for a while, and then decided to give up.

At least learning with the left hand is somewhat useful, but learning with the right hand—what's the use? If his students easily lose their wands, it's practically a failure of education. What's the point of learning wandless spellcasting then?

More importantly, no one would change their minds even if I told them. These students have all passed the OWLs exam and are very proud of themselves. How could they possibly try the right hand just because it's easier?

Therefore, given the high difficulty of casting spells without a staff and the professor's deliberate lack of guidance, only five students managed to slightly move the feather before the get out of class ended. Three students could be considered to have completed a spell fairly accurately, and only one barely passed, managing to cast a spell effectively in a short time…

"Hmm... the results were a little better than I expected—not bad. Go back and review the silent spell technique on your own. That's much simpler. If anyone can complete both staffless and silent spell casting before the next class, I'll give a brief explanation of staffless spell casting without hand gestures."

William stood on the podium, throwing out a tempting bait, "Go for it!"

-

"Oh, right, look!"

In the empty classroom, Qiu placed her quill on the table, and then began to clumsily make various strange hand gestures with her left hand.

A minute later, she painstakingly completed the last step, and then the feather flew up straight.

"Impressive, right? I'm one of the few in the whole grade who can complete the entire spell!"

...

A casting speed of one minute—this spell is nothing more than a fancy fancy word.

Although Harry's subconscious told him that the spell would be of some help in the battle, there was no doubt that it was nothing more than a performance in its current state.

Chapter 525 The Sudden Arrival of Confinement

"Fifth grade...fifth grade..."

Ron continued his rambling on, and Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, neither of them able to think of a way to persuade him.

To be precise, there's no point in trying to persuade them—the announcement was just posted today that the originally planned inter-college team competition has been changed. The teams will be reorganized into mixed teams, and players will be selected based on their scores and other data from previous years. If players have similar scores, a rotation system will be implemented.

Harry was naturally chosen, while Ron, a complete newcomer, couldn't even be selected as a substitute, which led to Ron's poor mentality today.

However, today's lesson was also about the history of magic, and Professor Binns never really paid attention to his students, so Ron's muttering continued—at least until Harry couldn't resist falling asleep.

'Letting him vent is a good option... I can't stay up all night watching Potions anymore... phew...'

With these thoughts in mind, Harry fell into a deep sleep and drifted off to sleep.

-

"The Death Star is shining ever brighter..."

...

Can you speak like a human being...? Professor Trelawney...?

William looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, inwardly cursing him, but showing not a trace of impatience on his face.

The person in front of him was one of only two people he was unwilling to provoke at Hogwarts—the other being Professor McGonagall.

There was no other way; if it weren't for this professor's recommendation, he wouldn't be able to do this job at all. Therefore, he never directly said a bad word about the divination class in class.

"We have candied fruit, chocolate frogs, candy, and cookies here. Would you like anything, Professor Trelawney?"

"Just call me Sybil, Professor Li."

She sat down, ignoring the things on the table. "My third eye is becoming increasingly blurry..."

'Is the pressure from Professor Snape too great?'

William pondered the professor's thoughts, but he couldn't quite grasp the nature of divination—in his view, anyone would be overwhelmed by Professor Snape's daily dedication to studying divination in his office and library, especially this one…

"Has something terrible happened?"

"Of course, of course..."

Professor Trelawney drawled, speaking in a very uncertain voice to William, "I won't see any signs of Harry Potter's death..."

……

Everyone else is attending Professor Snape's Divination class, where are you going to find out...?

Even if you insist on making it up, you still have to attend class...

Have you seen him recently?

"Yes...or rather, I stopped seeing any signs of his impending death towards the end of last semester..."

Professor Trelawney picked up the bottle she carried with her and took a big gulp; a strong smell of alcohol wafted out—undoubtedly, she was drinking heavily again.

'Professor Snape, you've committed a heinous crime... Even if he's the Divination professor, you can't just steal from him like that. It's so hurtful to his pride...'

William still respected this eccentric professor somewhat; she had previously been a bit of a show-off, but definitely not such a heavy drinker.

It took William a long time, after he had talked for a while about a certain divination professor who wished to remain anonymous, to finally persuade her and calm her down.

"You need to be careful, Professor Li..."

As Professor Trelawney left, she smiled at William. "Your death omen isn't as obvious as before, but it's still extremely dangerous."

……

If it weren't for your huge help in getting me released early, you'd be in the school hospital right now, believe it or not...

William looked helpless. "Anything else, Professor Sybil?"

"Mars is getting brighter and brighter..."

Trelawney took a sip of her drink and then left without looking back.

-

"Waaah!"

As something covered the back of his head, Harry tried to get up, but was held down even more forcefully.

Without a second thought, he pointed in that direction with his left hand, "Obstacles everywhere!"

"Ah! Pfft..."

A half-sounded cry of pain escaped, but was forcibly swallowed back down.

Harry then remembered that he was in a classroom, and judging from where he had been sitting, the wizard next to him whom he had hit should be—Ron?

"Change back!"

A soft, hurried voice came from inside, and Harry heard Ron speaking through his pain.

Change back?

He then realized that his ear was not in the right position—damn it, Animagus?

So he transformed on his own in class without relying on the wand at all?

This is great news! Sirius had been asking him to complete it smoothly, but he hadn't had the time—and now he's succeeded on his own?

However, now is clearly not the time to consider this issue. If our classmates find out, then the secrecy measures will be completely ineffective.

He quickly used his wand to transform back, then nudged Ron and whispered, "All done."

The thing covering the back of his head was moved away, and Harry looked up to find people from both houses staring at him. Even the professors were looking in his direction, wondering what had happened.

Perhaps because no one had dared to be so unruly in his class for so long, Professor Binns' eyes widened—he believed he had given his students enough time and freedom to appreciate the charm of magical history, but fighting in class was simply too much.

He tried to make out Ron, staring at his red hair.

"Fred Weasley! Go to solitary confinement! Go see Professor William for a month!!!"

Professor Binns' voice echoed throughout the classroom, "And that...that..."

He searched for a long time but couldn't find another redhead.

"He skipped class! George Weasley is also in detention for a month!"

Now, the students finally understood—the professor had confused them with the sixth graders…

There was nothing they could do; only Professor Binns dared to be so audacious as to teach seven grades all by himself.

Although it's funny, at this point in time, even Gryffindor, which is known for its high percentage of students in their house, doesn't dare to mess with it, for fear that Professor Binns, who's gone mad with killing, might not mind sending another person to solitary confinement.

Professor William's confinement wasn't much better than the exam paper's reputation—nobody was going to keep Ron company.

-

"Ron, you're back..."

Harry looked at Ron nervously. He could explain to Ron, but he couldn't tell the truth to anyone else in exchange for Ron being released from confinement.

This made him feel extremely guilty—he went to talk to Lupin immediately after class, but Lupin strictly forbade him from telling anyone about Animagus. As for the rest, he would handle it.

But Ron didn't seem as frustrated as he'd expected. "Professor Binns didn't deduct any points from us—by the way, what are those hairy ears?"

He was startled when he saw Harry's suddenly appearing wolf ears—if it weren't for his solid self-defense skills telling him that werewolves couldn't transform during the day, he would have almost thought Harry had been bitten by Lupin…

Without thinking, he pressed Harry's head down to prevent others from seeing and spreading rumors.

Naturally, after Harry reverted to his original form, he apologized to Professor Binns, then to Professor McGonagall, and even went to report to Professor William—but even so, he didn't reveal a single thing about Harry having two wolf ears.

He couldn't explain why the werewolf would be treated better than anyone else once he exposed Harry, so he could only be a student deliberately causing trouble in class.

Even as he returned to the common room, he overheard people whispering that he had acted so cruelly towards his best friend Harry out of sheer jealousy—in those rumors, he had been consumed by envy until today's announcement clouded his judgment, leading him to attempt to embarrass Harry in class…

However, curiosity and pride dispelled those feelings, and this emotion was also mixed with the unique joy of young people who wanted to protect a secret.

"ear…"

Harry looked at Ron, then at the empty dormitory, stood in front of the door, and skillfully transformed the lock into a huge metal lump—a lock-picking spell that wouldn't even work on most people.

"You have to keep this a secret, Ron. Sirius and Lupin said it's a life-saving spell, and I only learned it before school started."

Harry checked his work, nodded in satisfaction, then drew his wand and cast a spell on himself.

To Ron's disbelief, Harry twisted and transformed in a very short time, becoming a very imposing—dog.