From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Fred handed the book to George and pointed to the case study in it.

The book clearly states that using the Invisible Expansion Charm indiscriminately is illegal…

"I remember the professor always carried a pocket with him..."

"Yes, the capacity is exceptionally large, and professors frequently enlarge certain areas of their offices—no, all professors do..."

"The car at home is one of them too..."

The two looked at each other, suddenly becoming less certain about the cases in the book.

"I remember we rode in one of the ministry's cars; that one was also under a spell..."

“Okay…it seems…these regulations should exclude professors and Ministry of Magic staff…” The two exchanged a glance—they still remembered their parents’ explanation of the restrictions on spellcasting on Muggle items; that law was written by their father…

"Wait, I remember a lot of Hufflepuff bags used to carry kitchen utensils... Could it be that these things can be mass-produced after approval? Or is this not considered a serious violation on campus? Or perhaps it falls into the category of regulations that are not strictly enforced?"

The two ultimately couldn't reach a conclusion and decided to write to their families to inquire—anyway, they didn't need to use excuses like "I have a friend," as someone in their family had actually used that before.

"Write this down, next one..."

The two slumped over the table, engrossed in their studies—anyone who didn't know better might have thought they were planning to apply for internships in the Department of Legal Enforcement after graduation…

"And look at this, Hagrid's Blasttail..."

Soon, George pointed to another book—that hybridizing magical artifacts like Hagrid's was a serious violation of the relevant laws… but Hagrid had been teaching about it in class for a long time…

"Looks like this one's an exception, Professor... Damn it, I was actually planning to crossbreed some Puffy Puffs, but now it seems the best I can do is change their color, unless we get the necessary permits..."

Working together, the two quickly arrived at a very interesting conclusion from the recorded judgment cases—if it weren't for this search, their ideas alone would have been enough to land them in Azkaban seven or eight times over.

"Damn it, selling and brewing love potions isn't illegal, as long as it's not used by a male witch on a female witch... I thought it would require going to Azkaban; the professor even gave us a stern lecture back then..."

The two scratched their heads, starting to worry—damn the laws of the magical world, how come they're such a mess?

-

While the twins were racking their brains trying to learn law from Azkaban's courses, the rest of the students in the college were not idle either.

After all, Azkaban admitted students from all colleges very fairly, accepting all students regardless of their college background.

This is quite shocking—especially for Ravenclaw students.

Because of their exceptional knowledge and wealth, they were all absolutely certain that they would achieve great things in the future.

With talent, hard work, and a bit of luck, isn't that enough to take off?

However, reality slapped them hard and left them with serious psychological trauma—how come fraudsters and financial criminals are all from our college?

While fraud and financial crimes do indeed utilize superior knowledge and intelligence, this is not the area where they intend to showcase their expertise.

Many people, to their surprise, made the same choice as the twins: to go to the library and find out how those people got in and what laws they had broken.

Some people are even trying to find out who arrested them and what their background is.

This is not difficult to find, because Hogwarts' library really has everything in a sense.

But finding it doesn't mean the end, but rather another beginning.

Because judging from those results—good heavens, it turned out to be internal strife?

Based on my personal reading, the Ravenclaws have even vaguely split into two factions—one supporting graduating and joining the Ministry of Magic, specifically targeting their classmates for internal strife, and the other not wanting to be bound by the infighting within the Ministry of Magic, believing it's better to develop according to their own plans…

Of course, there are also those who mind their own business and just stand by and watch... they simply don't take sides.

-

While the Ravenclaws were arguing happily, the Slytherins had just ended a serious incident of internal bullying.

At the very beginning of the second term, some of the Slytherin students who placed more emphasis on lineage were secretly delighted.

Although the Azkaban prison break that took place during the Christmas holidays was not entirely successful, some Death Eaters did escape. Although the First Death Eater, Umbridge, was not only not rescued but was also killed on the spot, it was still enough for those students obsessed with pure-blood theory to secretly discuss.

Of course, this also led to further discrimination against a certain student—many of the Death Eaters who died in this prison break were recently arrested, which even resulted in one student not finishing all the necessary procedures since taking leave from school at the beginning of the semester.

But discrimination is just discrimination—before going to Azkaban, the students only knew that it was so terrifying that no one wanted to go near it, but they didn't really know what Azkaban was all about.

But upon their return, the seventh-year students suddenly understood what kind of hell Azkaban truly was, and what kind of lives those Death Eaters who had been betrayed by a former Death Eater had been living the previous year.

This led to a group of self-righteous seventh graders cornering a fifth grader in the lounge. Had the prefects not arrived quickly enough, the beating could have escalated at any moment…

"You want to go in too?"

"Have you forgotten what the professor said? Do you really think the professor knew nothing about this?"

"Have you all forgotten what the Dean said? He told everyone at the beginning of the semester that bullying Draco is strictly forbidden!"

When Snape's name was mentioned, even the most unconvinced students softened their expressions and became less indifferent.

"You still want to use evil curses on fifth graders! Are you two grades older just there to bully younger students?"

"Not convinced? Go challenge Karkaroff to a duel! Everyone knows how Karkaroff escaped trial back then!"

The prefect was pointing at and scolding the seventh graders when Monta rushed over, looking fierce.

What do you want to do?

He poked the troublemakers in the chest with his fingers—each poke making them stagger. Monta was one of the few wizards with an incredibly strong physique; he had never lost a Quidditch match while charging at people on a broomstick, and he was equally effective against the other students.

"Three against one, right? Seventh graders against fifth graders, right?"

"When has Slytherin ever produced such disgraceful beings as you?"

"What if it's one-on-one? Would he dare?"

The seventh-grade student, enraged by the accusation, shouted.

"A seventh grader beating a fifth grader? You have absolutely no shame?"

"I'll fight you, let's duel!"

Malfoy, his face bruised and swollen, suddenly spoke up, drawing surprised glances from everyone around him.

-

"Those Slytherin guys are really good at fighting..."

On the grass, Hufflepuff students enjoyed afternoon tea while picnicking and comparing their culinary skills.

Azkaban is just too terrifying; I need to treat myself to a good meal.

Unlike other colleges, Hufflepuff's graduates are a motley crew of criminals, which is really baffling.

In addition, the ones who reacted the fastest at the time used the "Bubble Head Spell" (a subconscious reaction they developed while cooking), which gave them a slight advantage over the other academies, so everyone's spirits weren't too low.

"But speaking of which, for fifth graders to beat up seventh graders and end up in the hospital together, that's really..."

"That's right, our opponent is actually quite strong, and their performance in class wasn't too bad..."

We've been classmates for seven years, so we all have some understanding of each other's abilities. The sudden appearance of a fifth-grader with explosive fighting power really makes people want to discuss it.

"I heard it's that Malfoy kid—you should know, his father used to be a school board member."

"That's impressive—why did they fight?"

"... "

"... "

After a round of gossip, the topic quickly shifted to an issue that everyone was interested in.

Employment—this is an unavoidable topic for graduates.

This topic has been brought up many times, especially after seeing the prisoners from Azkaban.

With a normal job and the ability to control one's desires, very few people would risk entering Azkaban to do one or another illegal thing.

"I did well in my pastry chef internship and have started preparing to sign a formal contract."

"I'm still considering it. The Ministry of Magic's requirements are just too high, but I still want to give it a try—I'll study hard for another six months and see how I do on the graduation exams..."

"I might become a hitter; protecting others is cool, isn't it?"

...

"Selma!"

"Selma!"

"Huh?"

A girl who looked like a lower-grade student looked up from beside the fire, then glanced at the soup pot, and asked, "What's wrong?"

What are your plans after graduation?

Selma paused for a moment, then thought for a second, "I want to open an exotic restaurant, it would be fantastic if it were in Diagon Alley."

"That will require a huge amount of Galleons!"

People around her exclaimed in amazement, but no one thought she was exaggerating.

Although Selma's results were somewhat mixed, her culinary skills were still recognized in Hufflepuff—and that's no ordinary compliment.

So it's just a thought.

She glanced back at the pot, "After all, it requires too many Gallons."

"Yes, unless we rob Gringotts, that's no small sum."

A group of students laughed—after visiting Azkaban, the word Gringotts had become commonplace, because many wizards had entered Azkaban by trying to get their hands on Gringotts through various means…

"So I'll start saving money... I plan to get a food truck and sell food there, either in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade."

She glanced at the soup again, then turned back to her and said seriously, "That's about it!"

That's fantastic!

"Diagon Alley, it'll be hard for us to get to Hogsmeade after we graduate!"

People around offered their opinions all at once: Gringotts was out of the question—that place was too dangerous to mess with; and Azkaban was best kept at a distance from daily life.

-

"headmaster?"

"Ok?"

Dumbledore stared blankly at William, who had stopped.