From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

The twins nodded to William. "We grew up listening to the stories of the three brothers!"

'The story of the three brothers?'

William vaguely remembered something—there was no way around it, magical fairy tales were even more outrageous than normal fairy tales. After discovering several non-magical errors, he gave up trying to gain information from them. But since the two of them had brought it up, he could only nod to indicate that he understood.

“We plan to open our own shop and need gold, so it’s the best choice!”

The two explained in unison, "We've already done the better adventures at Hogwarts. Now we're going to use our own tools to help others on their adventures!"

"Lighter steps are the same, it sounds good, but we don't need them!"

"More wisdom—that crown is all yours, Professor!"

"As for more time, it seems we don't need to consider that right now! Besides, we really want to see what we can call more money!"

William was pleased by their quick judgment—he hadn't expected his students to be more decisive than him, throwing all those seemingly fancy things to the back of their minds.

They pulled out their wands and decisively tapped the word "more money" together.

Pipi walked up quickly, picked up the bag, and started shaking it—the power that blurred the surrounding environment floated on the bag, leaving William stunned.

He had seen Singed use alchemy to create magical items, but he had never seen such a simple yet powerful method—Peeves was practically using the very power that protected Hogwarts to create it.

The twins stood by, occasionally offering their opinions, which the mischievous ghost would then immediately modify, adding corresponding accessories.

Finally, when the bag was put down, the initials of the two people's names even appeared on it.

Pipi opened the bag, picked up a good iron nail from where it had been pressed down, and stuffed it all into the bag—a thin thread at the bag's opening began to fade, and after about five minutes, the tightly tied bag loosened. Pipi picked up the bag and began to empty it.

With a clattering sound, about thirty Galleons were dumped onto the table.

The twins were stunned, and William was stunned too. He waved his wand in disbelief and summoned a Galleon. After examining it carefully, he took it with his hand, which was covered by a dragon-skin glove, and then took out another Galleon from his pocket to compare them.

A minute later, William was surprised to find himself taking out a potion from his pocket and carefully experimenting with the conjured Galon.

Five minutes later, he raised his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"How is it, Professor?"

The twins asked curiously, "Is this real?"

Really?

Even Gringotts' stuff isn't as genuine as this!

This is too much—even the economic criminals in Azkaban weren't this outrageous. This thing is probably manufactured exactly according to the Galon's production process.

Thinking about it carefully, it's not unreasonable. If Gryffindor wanted to keep the secret created by Galon hidden, could they really hide it?

"Don't tell anyone you have this, and don't let anyone see it!"

William said with some unease, "By the way, it would be best to change it. Don't put its own name on it! Change it to Gryffindor, yes, preferably something like Gryffindor's Well of Wealth!"

He carefully recalled the relevant laws, and after a long while, he was surprised to find—this thing was ridiculously not illegal…

The counterfeit Galleons on the market are far too numerous, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't have many strict laws, making the manufacture of Galleons not illegal...

"Keep it safe, use it sparingly, and don't let anyone know!"

William was giving George instructions, but Fred looked up from the other side.

“It looks like it’ll take 24 hours to recover,” Fred shook his head. “Well, that’s ridiculous enough, Professor. We’ll keep it a secret from everyone!”

'They probably won't remember after they get out... but it's not a big problem. Once it's labeled Gryffindor, even if something happens, they'll just confiscate it at most...'

William shook his head. His memory also needed to be erased. He hoped that the two of them would remember to be careful in their previous daily teachings.

With the twins leaving due to amnesia, he also prepared to depart.

But just after he finished signing, Mischievous Ghost suddenly activated a message: "Little Helena, you've discovered my secret room! Take an extra gift with you!"

???

William paused for a moment, then remembered the name—it was the crown that Lady Helena had given him!

It seems it happened in front of the principal and dean?

They're still using school protective measures here—is this a confusion?

He tentatively walked over, hesitated for a moment, then decisively chose the shoes and nodded.

Pipi pounced on the shoes, slammed them against the ground a few times, then started making a new pair of shoes according to William's instructions.

After the shoes were handed to William, he was immediately driven out of the room by an inexplicable force and appeared in the corridor. His preconceived reasonable idea immediately came to mind—this was something left behind when the contract was signed to prevent memory conflicts that could lead to amnesia.

"strangeness?"

William paused for a moment, then pulled out his wand, looked around to make sure everything was alright, and then looked at the shoes in his hand.

"Oh right, after we caught the twins, Peeves started causing trouble, and then I found this in where Peeves was hiding—it seems unusual, is it Peeves' source of power?"

"Hmm, but why does it feel like the protective forces within the castle aren't rejecting me as much?"

"I think I can apparite?"

Chapter 556 Shoes and the Outcome

Feelings are feelings, and usage is usage.

William had been exposed to Hogwarts' protective measures more than once, and he didn't want to casually attempt to Apparate within the school grounds.

'That's strange... Why would Mischievous Ghost keep such a good thing?'

William looked at the shoe in his hand, which was only a rough draft, and was full of questions—given the level of troublemakers Gryffindor students could Peeves have kept such a good thing hidden until now?

However, in terms of strength, status, and ability—if such a thing wasn't obtained from Peeves, then only Dumbledore's office would have such a presence that vaguely involves Hogwarts' authority.

'Okay... I was only going to catch the twins, but I ended up getting this item from Mischief—and it's even an unfinished version...'

William sorted out his thoughts and found that there was no problem. Then he took out a piece of dragon skin about one meter square from his backpack and, after casting a few spells, packed the shoes together.

Should we go catch the twins who've disappeared somewhere first? Or should we wait for the fifth graders?

He hesitated for a moment, then decided to deal with the fifth-year students' problem first—Hogwarts wasn't that big, could the two of them really drop out just to avoid this detention?

He does need to pay more attention to the fifth graders, though. If it weren't for Mischievous Kid causing trouble and being chased away, he'd still be recording student grades.

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"The third one!"

As a whistle rang out, the seventh-grader hiding in the corridor peeked out. The unfortunate student, petrified by the petrification spell, stared at the attacker with his only movable eye, but was ignored in return.

"Sorry, we're not talking about camaraderie today."

He waved his wand and moved the unfortunate souls into the empty classroom—two unfortunate souls were already lying on the assembled table in the classroom.

"To be honest, it's a bit shameful to sneak up on a fifth-grader, but there's nothing we can do about it."

He shook his head, realizing he wasn't good at setting traps, so he had to do it himself to create a surprise for the younger students.

Thanks to the extremely rigorous self-defense courses he's taken these past few years, he's been able to completely dominate the fifth graders—who have only been learning for a short time?

"Hide it, that should be—"

Before he could even finish speaking, he felt himself unable to move, and then he floated up and was placed on the table.

William emerged from the corner of the classroom and casually dispelled the petrification spell on the three unlucky souls.

"A seventh grader attacking a fifth grader by using invisibility and sneak attacks is too much of a violation—you'll have to reflect on this for half an hour. Considering it's your first offense, I won't put you in solitary confinement."

He spoke to the seventh-grade student, then turned to look at the others.

"Hurry up and get to the fifth floor, I still need to deal with the other violators."

As William spoke, he cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself again, preparing to see which shameless upperclassmen were planning to ambush the fifth-year students from the shadows—an assessment was acceptable, but not something too brazen.

-

"Damn it! Who turned the corridor into a swamp? How are we going to get across?!"

In the main corridor on the third floor, fifth-grade students were blocking the way—who was the rascal who deformed the corridor? Wasn't he afraid of Filch's pursuit?

A student tested it and found that the swamp was about 20 centimeters deep, making it impossible to pass through. This height doesn't sound outrageous; it's even below the calf, so it's not difficult at all. However, the dozen or so shoes stuck to the swamp speak volumes.

"shameless!"

"Catch him and make him clean the toilet!"

The students started cursing—transfiguration is a very real thing; even a slight difference in skill can be overwhelming. They tried various transformation techniques to try and restore the corridor to its original state, but to no avail.

"Keep your voice down, what if the professor did it?"

Just as everyone was offering their sincere greetings with beautiful language, some people whispered a hint.

The matter has escalated to such a great extent that neither the professor nor Filch has shown up, and the professor's previously mentioned reward rules—which he himself created—have an unusually high probability of being implemented.

"Never mind! I'm going to walk off the ceiling!"

A daring Gryffindor untied his belt, used magic to secure his trousers, then began to transform the belt, making its ends highly adhesive. He then began to swing the rope, swaying back and forth against the ceiling, propelling himself to the other side.

This novel approach attracted a lot of attention—especially halfway through, when many people stopped discussing it and started cheering for the person.

But clearly, he overestimated his arm strength, or rather, he should have relied more on magic.

Just as he was about to reach the finish line, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell into the swamp below, belt and all. It took him a long time to struggle to climb out and reach the other side.

"It's feasible, but you'll need to find a way to improve it!"

He shouted at the people on the other side while quickly cleaning the mud off himself with his wand. After he was done, he waved and rushed upstairs.

-

"I bet not all of these seventh-graders were called in by the professor to help them!"

Ron, pretending to have used a spell to help Harry knock out an older student, took a deep breath and spoke.

Theoretically, they were currently the most advanced students—while everyone else rushed towards the stairs, Harry led them directly through a secret passage to the third floor, and then quickly crossed that damned swamp.

"I have no idea..."

Harry cast a sleeping spell to make sure the other party wouldn't get up and attack again, and then whispered to himself.

Because they ran too fast, they encountered a lot of targeting – this time, five seventh graders were hiding in a corner, shamelessly preparing to ambush them, and he barely won.

Before adulthood, a wizard's magic will improve significantly with each passing year, until he reaches the age of seventeen—this is what Professor Moody told him.