From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

“I need to ask the principal about this,” William hesitated for a moment—it’s best to consult the principal about this kind of thing.

"Minerva?"

Moody rolled his Magic Eyes around in confusion—Professor McGonagall shouldn't stop him, right?

“Dumbledore…”

-

"Really?"

In the headmaster's office, William looked at Dumbledore, even he felt a little awkward now.

“Go ahead and tell me, Fudge has written again asking for help. He's under a lot of pressure right now.”

Dumbledore looked a little embarrassed—the pressure wasn't just from Tom across the ocean, but also from him.

The Ministry of Magic's recent recruitment drive has come at a cost. Recruiting strikers requires gold, assessment and training require gold, and paying salaries requires another huge sum of gold—such a large budget could have been justified.

After all, such a thing happened in the American magical community. With more fighters on the streets, the public naturally felt much more at ease. It's understandable to spend money for peace of mind.

But the Ministry of Magic was attacked—what exactly did you improve by wasting so much money?

The previously peaceful atmosphere suddenly became tense, and people even began to distrust the Ministry of Magic.

If even the headquarters is attacked, can we really expect the strikers to be any better?

"It was bound to happen eventually, but now is not the time..."

William sighed. The Dark Lord was stirring, and this false peace wouldn't last long. "Then I'll try my best to say something good about the Ministry of Magic—and to be honest, if we hadn't figured out the Aurors' patterns, we wouldn't have been able to infiltrate so easily."

“Oh, right,” William said, turning back as if suddenly remembering something, “that box, what’s inside?”

"There is no Horcrux."

Dumbledore shook his head. "But there are a lot of terrible things."

He stared at William, a hint of shame in his eyes. "I'm sorry, the fewer people who know what's inside, the better. At least until the battle is over, I won't let anyone know what's inside."

Now that you've described it, I roughly understand what's inside...

Even so, William pretended to know nothing, said goodbye to Dumbledore, and left the headmaster's office.

-

Have you heard?

"How could I not have heard of it? That's really..."

The seventh-grade classroom was as lively as ever—the closer it got to graduation, the more enthusiastic everyone became in their conversations.

After living at Hogwarts for seven years, although everyone felt a little reluctant to leave, this reluctance was completely overshadowed by the novelty brought by the vast magical world outside.

Work, the salary they were about to receive, the flowers and plants of the magical world, no more professors calling for classes, no more professors catching them and deducting points—they lived each day with great hope.

Through the filter of this thing called hope, even the recent attack on the Ministry of Magic didn't seem so terrifying.

Aside from the students who were already confirmed to be interning at the Ministry of Magic, everyone was incredibly curious about the so-called truth—especially since no one had died in the attack, which made everyone talk about it without any restraint.

'Crunch…'

The half-closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the students who were chatting enthusiastically were stunned. It was true that Professor Moody had the Magic Eye, but he did not conceal his footsteps in the castle, and everyone could easily predict his arrival.

But what about today?

However, when William's face appeared at the classroom door, everyone gasped. The previous cheerful atmosphere vanished completely, and everyone became serious. Some even took their schoolbags to the ground when they hurriedly took out their books.

Unfortunately, this year's graduates have been under Moody's tutelage since fifth grade, and they still haven't shaken off their fear of the self-defense professor.

"good afternoon everyone."

William smiled as he looked at the flustered students, not at all surprised. "Today, at Professor Moody's invitation, I'm here to teach this self-defense course."

"Okay, everyone put away your paper and pens. No note-taking is allowed in this class."

As soon as the order was given, all the students cheered inwardly—not taking notes was fine, the key was not touching paper and pen!

"Let's have two students help out."

William looked around and finally grabbed the most conspicuous couple in the crowd.

Anyway, these two guys are likely to cause trouble no matter where they are, so it's better to catch them and keep them under our noses.

The twins who were pointed at were stunned for a moment—what trick was the professor planning to play this time?

With trepidation, the two walked onto the podium.

"Come on, you stand over there, you stand on the other side."

William instructed the two to stand properly before taking some wooden strips out of his bag and using Transfiguration to shape them into a large frame on the blackboard.

"I'm holding on, but I can only let go when I say so."

As he gave instructions to the twins, he took out a small bag of sand mixed with a magic potion.

"Notice!"

As William spoke, he scooped up a handful of sand, used the power of polymorph and potions to fix it inside the frame, then frantically used the copying spell to fill the frame with sand, and then used magic to freeze it.

After roughly completing a local topographical map, William used his cane to fix it in front of the blackboard before letting the twins put their hands down.

“Let’s take a look—of course, I’m saying in advance that this is not an actual map of the streets near the Ministry of Magic; both the inside and outside have been slightly modified.”

The invasion itself was nothing, but William had no intention of sending the students to Azkaban.

His left hand moved deftly, and soon he had roughly shaped the surface sand into the outline of the streets near the Ministry of Magic.

“I know everyone has been very concerned about the attack on the Ministry of Magic lately,”

He spread his hands. “This is normal, nothing to worry about—I’m honored to be somewhat familiar with the whole case, so Professor Moody called me over to explain the circumstances at the time that were deduced.”

"It sounds a bit like jumping on the bandwagon—but it is, because that's how the presumption work is done."

William took out his wand and began the final step of coloring. "In fact, it's a very ingenious and daring attempt."

"First of all, I want to tell you that this attack, just like those things you've heard, happened around noon or late afternoon. Who knows why it happened at that time?"

A Ravenclaw raised his hand. "It should be what you said before, that people are least vigilant around midday, and many people think nothing will happen because it's daylight."

"Correct answer, Ravenclaw gets two points."

William nodded. "That's right. During the day, after lunch is the easiest time to be ambushed."

He tapped the surface with his left hand, and a cluster of small black dots appeared on the sand table, densely packed, looking like a large number of people—this was the official information William had received…

"First, according to the available intelligence, the perpetrators conducted extensive reconnaissance work before this Ministry of Magic invasion plan, which laid the groundwork for their later actions."

"Professor, shouldn't there be a mole or someone leaking information here?"

William was just about to change the subject when the students started complaining – Moody's classes were somewhat disorganized, and he was corrupting quite a few students.

'Nonsense, even if it happened, I wouldn't say it. Umbridge should have gotten used to this by now…'

"Of course, that's part of the reason, but I can't be sure."

William smiled and changed the subject, "Back then, no matter what, they managed to get their hands on the right blueprints and then infiltrated the Ministry of Magic in a special way—you wouldn't want me to tell you exactly what, would you?"

"Listen up, help me, get seven red dots, Fred."

“That’s right, what you see is the defensive force at that time,” William pointed to the red dot. “Because the Aurors and the strikers were all out, the Ministry of Magic was completely unable to resist at this moment—of course, don’t try it, the loophole has been patched.”

"The leader of those real culprits was an extremely clever fellow. He obtained some amazing things from the files left behind by the former Deputy Minister Umbridge, and then tried to storm the Ministry of Magic to get what was left—unfortunately, he succeeded."

"Success?"

The students were startled; they hadn't expected this outcome at all—they had thought it was nothing serious, but now it seemed the situation was much bigger than they had imagined.

"Yes, it worked. The Ministry of Magic didn't send enough people."

William spread his hands. "The guards were all out protecting the market at key locations. The Ministry of Magic's defenses weren't as strong back then as they used to be."

Of course, there's also the reason why Azkaban has deployed more troops—although given the current situation, there's no way anyone could possibly save them.

……

"get out of class dismissed!"

When William announced his dismissal, he himself felt a little guilty.

"Finally, get out of class is over..."

William felt a cold sweat running down his back—he had almost died on the podium!

Are you kidding me? How come all these seventh-grade questions are so tricky all at once?

If he hadn't prepared a lie beforehand, he would have been stumped by the questions.

This was the first time he had ever been this nervous since he stepped onto the podium!

'I'm never taking this kind of job again, whether it's attacking the Ministry of Magic or cleaning up its mess...'

He wiped away imaginary cold sweat and decided to go back and prepare his lesson again—no, this lesson was terrible, it was a complete waste of the students' time, he had to give the seventh graders a high-quality practice test!

-

"Something felt off about this class; the professor's lectures were so dry and uninspired..."

"Yes, it was all out of the blue, like they were being threatened."

"Completely below previous standards."

...

The students discussed it extensively and eventually discovered that the incident was likely closely related to the course content.

After all, it was the Ministry of Magic that was attacked—some students are only now realizing that this is not a job that can be put on a positive note.

After some discussion, everyone reached a final conclusion.

That's right, the professor was definitely threatened by Fudge!

Chapter 566 One move affects the whole situation

"Prices in the magical world have gone up again! Everything's getting more expensive..."

When Arthur returned to the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley told him about the day’s events.