From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

The moment he asked the question, the two immediately regained their composure, as if they hadn't just been gossiping.

"Nothing much. By the way, how was your year at OWLS?"

Sirius tried hard to look serious, but it was difficult.

“I feel like,” Harry said, sitting down and placing a book on the table. “Actually, it’s not too bad. The pressure from Transfiguration isn’t too great, and I’m managing with Charms. It’s just that I’ve fallen behind too much in Potions, and as for Divination…”

He sighed, beginning to reminisce about Trelawney, who used to predict his death in every class—predicting one's own death, once a shortcut is found, isn't actually that difficult; you can just scramble through the homework. But now it's Snape…

"Potter, you always predict that you'll get hurt. Is it because you hurt your head?"

"Our famous Potter, doesn't he even know what the appearance of Mars over there signifies?"

“We use tea leaves for divination, not to make a mess of them like pigs, Potter.”

...

Having gradually adapted to the course, Snape was able to skillfully use various divination techniques to mock Harry in all sorts of ways.

This is infuriating—everyone knows that Snape had absolutely no connection to divination before, and his skill level was probably just so-so, but he insisted on making it seem like he was very familiar with it, even making Terry Launey look like a charlatan…

Or perhaps it's true that Professor Trelawney's performance as a fortune teller was consistently poor, which allowed Snape to eventually surpass her.

But no matter what, this course was more torturous than before. If it weren't for the need to earn enough credits, Harry would have given up like Hermione.

To...Hermione...

Harry fell into a brief moment of thought.

"Harry?"

Sirius looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, and even waved in front of him.

What's on your mind?

'I was just thinking about why I felt Snape was more aggressive than usual,' Harry's sadness suddenly welled up, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Sirius—how could he possibly say that Hermione had skipped Divinity, causing Snape to focus all his fire on him...

She couldn't even complain to Hermione, and could only exchange a few words with Ron during their correspondence... This was truly a disheartening discovery.

Harry silently resolved to write to Ron later and complain about it.

"I was just thinking about some potions; I've fallen behind on too many potion-related skills..."

"Potion..."

Sirius paused for a moment, "Lupin said yesterday that you have a great talent for potions, and Professor Slughorn praised it highly..."

"She looks a lot like your mother, yes, very much so. She is undoubtedly the number one potion master, as Professor Slughorn himself acknowledged."

"If you could..."

Sirius's expression suddenly turned serious, then he casually changed the subject, "I can't do that. My potion grades were just average back then. Lupin's grades were great, but they were the kind of mediocre excellence."

"By the way, Lupin, speaking of which, didn't you obediently take a lot of notes back then? Where are your notes?"

“I lost them a long time ago,” Lupin shook his head. “When I returned to school, all the books I had were secondhand books that I bought temporarily.”

"The school doesn't even issue them... Speaking of which... Oh, Professor William, you're downstairs?"

"Yes, I've finished a new book. It was really interesting, thank you." William said, sitting down on the sofa. "Speaking of which, I don't think the second volume was included in this book..."

"That will probably take time. Kreacher is keeping a very tight grip on the old house now, and I don't even know how he categorizes the books. I'll ask him next time I go back and mail them to you by owl, Professor William."

"Then I'd be very grateful. I overheard you talking about potions earlier?"

“Yes, Harry’s potions performance this year has been quite good,” Sirius said, patting Harry’s head. “Professor Slughorn may not be very likable, but he doesn’t lie about this.”

'Actually, it's still a bit lacking; Harry doesn't have an overly keen sense for potions.'

This is something William has tested many times. Although Harry has performed very well this semester, part of the reason is due to Harry's rebellious nature—he wants to prove that his potions are the best without Snape.

William had a somewhat childish mindset, but he didn't think he was wrong and didn't intend to point it out—after all, he wouldn't show Harry his notes. Harry didn't have a talent for studying potions; at best, he was a top-notch imitator, which was far inferior to his combat talent.

"As for Lily... I wonder what her notes would look like... Professor Slughorn acknowledged her potions talent as far superior to Snape's... Too bad, she probably doesn't exist anymore..."

If it were any other wizard, they might have been taken in by relatives or family members, but William knew about Harry's family circumstances.

Sirius Black, the most likely person to collect Harry's belongings, is in. Harry's grandparents and great-grandparents both died before the tragedy, and his only relative is next door. Judging from that family's attitude, hoping that Lily's sister will collect her sister's magic notebook is really...

Besides, it's not appropriate for him to ask that...

He shook his head, completely abandoning the idea, and sat down at the table to talk to them about other things.

-

"Ron, come here for a second."

Just as the family was reunited, Mrs. Weasley secretly called Ron away.

The matter was of utmost importance, and she had to ask behind everyone else's back—it was too unfair that everyone else could only learn evil spells at most, while Ron could go further.

But there's no way around it; black magic is too dangerous, and while curses are less dangerous, they're still risky. What parent wouldn't be concerned?

How have your studies been lately?

'Was it the report about referencing Harry's homework? Was it the report about excessive Quidditch training? Or was it the report about his poor performance in Divination class...?'

Ron's mind raced with all sorts of possibilities that could lead to this being reported to higher authorities—there was no way around it; he had two older brothers in school and a younger sister to rely on, it was just too much…

However, he quickly realized that his mother was referring to his cursed tutoring.

Still learning how to fight temptations and side effects…

Ron answered honestly, trying not to sound harsh—the confinement was over, and he was now in tutoring classes, but he still hadn't learned any powerful magic.

From day one until now, aside from learning a few basic curses from the experiment with the voodoo doll's curse effects, his education has mainly focused on how to deal with and resist dark magic. As for powerful spells, he doesn't even know as much about them as he does about the extracurricular knowledge occasionally taught in class.

Not to mention the annoying, repetitive, and tedious spellcasting he was required to do every day—if it weren't for his promise to the professor and his competitive spirit, he would have given up long ago.

"This is really great."

Mrs. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief. "Keep it up, Ron, just like that."

"Mother?"

"Just follow the professor's instructions. Train only what you are told to train. Don't try to learn anything else on your own, and don't pursue any powerful spells. Just remember what you are taught!"

“Yes…” Ron said, sounding a little aggrieved, “I will, Mom.”

-

"Someone tell me!"

The roar echoed throughout the batter's makeshift office.

"It's one thing for Muggle to have an accident, but why are our streets and our shops also in that state?"

"They've complained to the Magic Congress! They want us to arrest those wizards who are taking advantage of the situation!"

"Then just arrest him, anyway, the prison is still..."

A self-righteous critic, carrying what he thought was a brilliant suggestion, was immediately berated by the Speaker of Congress as if he were a fool.

"Arrest him?"

"Half the wizards on the street are involved. Are you planning to arrest them according to the original list?"

"Tell me, who are you planning to subpoena? Are you planning for the entire wizarding world to refuse the Congress's orders?"

Let alone the fact that it's impossible to determine exactly how many people were fueling the riots in the chaos, even if it were possible, he wouldn't go crazy arresting so many people—at most, he'd arrest the most outrageous wizards, otherwise he might just add some new infamy to his list.

The investigation report is out. Many of the wizards involved were recent graduates who had been unable to find jobs since graduation. He believed that if he released the report, public opinion would immediately shift to—who exactly caused these recent graduates to commit such serious crimes…

"How are the shop owners?" The Speaker of Congress rubbed his head to ease the pain. "How many were injured? What about the damage to their goods?"

"There weren't many injured, but the goods were severely damaged, and the shop was almost completely destroyed... They've gathered together and are demanding that we severely punish the perpetrators and compensate for the losses..."

"Damn the Purifiers..."

The request is reasonable, but it's another blow to his authority. The only person who could incite others to do this is…

"minister!!!"

Just as he was considering how to quell the situation, his assistant rushed in, his face full of fear.

"What happened? Why are you so panicked?"

The Speaker of Congress frowned; he was now considering changing his assistant.

"Something terrible has happened...something terrible has happened."

The assistant, finally catching her breath, exclaimed, "They...they've launched an impeachment campaign against you!"

"Impeach?"

It felt like a giant iron hammer had struck him on the forehead—the Speaker of Congress nearly fainted.

"who are they?"

"Auror Office..."

It's all over... the plan to divide the Aurors...

"More than two-thirds of the members of parliament... and..."

He didn't hear the series of departments that should have been familiar to him; he only felt as if an even heavier hammer had struck the other side…

“They,” the aide said, oblivious to the congressional president’s grim expression, “accuse you of serious misconduct and are impeaching you on seven counts…”

"This week, tomorrow afternoon..."

Countless stars appeared from the corners of his eyes—it's all over.

Chapter 537 Chaos

"Get up and open the presents? Or rest a little longer?"

William lay in bed, pondering this difficult problem.

Thanks to Todoby, he didn't have to get up to deal with the owls that came to deliver gifts early in the morning, just like he did in the castle.

He had entrusted his gift to the Owl Post Office long ago, and it was either on its way or had already arrived, so there was no need to worry.

"I'd better get up and see what's going on. Maybe someone gave me a gift that I didn't reciprocate, so I'd better hurry up and give them a gift in return..."

He muttered to himself as he began to get dressed.