From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"And you, Stephen, how are you feeling now? Can you stand up on your own? If you can't, I'll use a levitation charm to send you to the hospital for treatment."

The other student who had been knocked down immediately perked up – being sent to the hospital by the Levitation Curse meant that he would be parading around halfway through the school in this state, and if that happened, he would rather be hung dead on the Astronomical Tower.

"Alright, you two stand there and don't move. Wait for the punishment. If you'd like, you can use a spell to cleanse yourselves first."

William addressed the two of them, then turned to face the rest of the students.

Since most of the seventh graders relied on self-study and had high practical skills, William looked around and saw a sea of ​​people with bubble-head spells, giving him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had stepped out of a fantasy world and into a science fiction style—the bubble-head spells looked just too much like astronaut helmets.

"There's only one pair of students left. Do you still want to go up and fight?"

The sound, amplified by the Bubble Head Mantra, became muffled, but remained clear.

The two students glanced at the chaotic duel arena and shook their heads in unison—it was already worth seeing such a battle today, there was no need to fight again. If the two sides didn't coordinate well and slipped on the ground, they probably wouldn't be able to eat lunch.

“Very good, then the combat lesson is basically over—” William said seriously, then turned around and asked, “You two over there, are you all done cleaning up?”

"There are some more, Professor!"

As he spoke, Roy used a whirlwind spell to remove the debris from his clothes.

After waiting for about two more minutes, even the torn robes were repaired by magic. Apart from the obvious wounds on their faces, the two students' robes showed no signs of fighting. This made William marvel at the wonder of magic.

Although he could easily defeat these two students in terms of combat strength alone, they completely overwhelmed him in terms of the breadth of their magical knowledge—his magical abilities related to daily life were barely enough to count on his fingers.

"You used magic very well. Gryffindor and Slytherin, one point each."

"It's alright, Professor."

Roy, who had won, said modestly with a happy expression. Stephen, who was standing next to him, did not say anything, but because he had gained points, his expression was not so bad.

"So let's strengthen our physical exercise. After class, you two go to Mr. Filch and get the cleaning solution. No magic allowed. Clean the classroom by hand and with a rag."

William looked at the two of them and smiled as he gave his proposed punishment.

"No, Professor, what you're saying doesn't violate the rules!"

“I’m not talking about breaking the rules,” William shook his head, his voice becoming increasingly strained. “Are you two some kind of magical orangutan from Uganda? You studied magic for six whole years, and then, in front of a bunch of classmates, you resorted to your fists?”

"After he hit you, you used a curse! What's with grabbing him and rushing upwards? One spell would have knocked you flat on the ground. At that distance, more than three spells could have hit you—and you ran away as soon as he came at you? Leg-locking curse, petrification curse, stunning curse—those are at most fifth-year knowledge. You're almost graduating from Hogwarts, and you didn't use a single spell, just got chased and punched? Didn't your wand cry?"

"You've learned to use wands when cleaning up—are we having a home economics class? Should I borrow some cookbooks from Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff next class and give you a cooking lesson? At the end of the term, I'll proudly announce that seventh-year students at Hogwarts can get married? Do you think this is Japan, where you're learning how to be a bride?"

"And most importantly, I gave you two chances, and you didn't even bother to clean up the mess—are the next students going to fight here?"

The two students lowered their heads together—it just didn't make sense not to use a wand.

"Alright, get out of class dismissed. Write a paper on trauma treatment. The length is up to you. Those who pass the paper can participate in the practical class next period. As for those who fail—study on your own and complete the test. Of course, if you want to be used as material, you can also participate in the practical class."

William waved his hand, then pulled a group of students directly toward the door—the head-soaking spell could solve the taste damage, but visual damage was unavoidable.

Goodbye, Professor.

"Goodbye."

……

Amid a series of greetings, the students gradually dispersed, seemingly satisfied with the lesson—except for the two unlucky ones who were punished by having to clean the classroom.

-

'Second Thursday at Hogwarts'

'The classroom I painstakingly cleaned was splattered by those two brats (crossed out), so punishing them is perfectly reasonable—however, their practical experience is truly appalling, and they need to work on that, especially since they'll be leaving school soon.'

Professor Lockhart's club remains very popular; in contrast, I punished two more students today—though the seventh-graders didn't seem to mind, so it seems the fifth-graders need more training.

'Also, the sky is still overcast. Will it rain again tomorrow?'

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The sound a rabbit makes when it's angry: Goo-goo!

On Friday, bright sunlight pierced through the barrier of trees within the forbidden forest, casting beautiful light and shadow on the damp earth.

William and his men, carrying cages made of woven wood, diligently searched for relatively dry land within the Forbidden Forest.

"So why did we come to the Forbidden Forest today—the land isn't even dry yet!"

After accidentally falling into a hidden puddle, Adams couldn't help but complain with an exaggerated expression.

"You've done a great job. Luckily it didn't rain today. Hagrid said there's bound to be a big rainstorm this weekend, and the Forbidden Forest won't be as easy as it was today."

William gave Adams an apologetic smile—Hagrid had warned that the road might be difficult, but he hadn't expected it to be this muddy; the rain on Wednesday had caused far more damage than he had anticipated.

"Merlin's beard, the land of the Forbidden Forest is worse than the greenhouse, and you should know that I just irrigated the greenhouse land today."

Adams dried the moisture off his shoes with his wand, his voice strong and clear, not at all as dejected as he had claimed.

“Oh, shut up, Adams. I’m not feeling much better than you, at least you usually get up at this time, but Professor William told me that breathing more fresh air in the Forbidden Forest would help improve my sleep quality.”

Professor Singed also complained, but judging from the smile on his face, he was having a lot of fun.

'Those two bastards started playing around after only a few steps into the woods—they said they'd help me catch rabbits, but I think they're just here to tease the kids!'

Behind them, Afra took long strides that were too big for her height, walking like a little adult.

Perhaps because she heard the two adults complaining, her steps became more agile, and she walked with her head held high like a proud little hen.

-

The story begins on Friday morning. When William woke up and found that the sky was not only cloudless, but also a clear blue without a single cloud in sight, he excitedly ran to Hagrid's cabin.

During class yesterday, he noticed a lack of teaching aids. Since human subjects couldn't be used for hands-on practice of trauma, finding experimental animals was the right thing to do. After thinking for a long time, he decided to get some rabbits to use as teaching aids.

Considering that Hagrid was a gamekeeper, William planned to ask him if he had any access to a batch of rabbits—buying live rabbits all at once was not an option, but if Hagrid could provide a training area, it would solve some of the training problems later, which would be much more convenient than buying rabbits.

"Rabbits? There are plenty in the Forbidden Forest, especially near the edge. As long as you bring a container, you can easily fill it up."

Hagrid said that William had wanted to invite him along, but he had to go out on Friday to buy some supplies for the school, so he had to give up.

With the idea of ​​finding a laborer and making it a fun activity, William sincerely invited Adams. Adams thought it was interesting and also brought along Singed, who was usually resting at this time. Just as the trio was about to set off, Professor Taylor appeared again.

"I'm sorry, Professor Singed, if you all leave, there won't be any teachers left in the morning lounge. If possible, could you please look after Afra for me for the time being?"

Although Adams kept complaining to William along the way that Professor Singed must have looked too mature to be entrusted with the task, the four-person rabbit-catching team was eventually formed.

The two comedic relief characters were trying their best to amuse the group's darling, Afra, while the remaining caretaker, William, could only watch their performance—because of his previous pranks on her, Afra now called him "liar uncle" and looked at all his actions with suspicion.

"Afra, don't take such big steps, or you'll get all that mud on your new robe."

As William walked at the back of the group, he kept an eye on Afra while keeping a close watch on her to warn her not to fall.

The little girl was wearing a brand new bright red robe today, which looked very pretty, but it was now covered with rainwater that hadn't dried on the branches and mud splashed out from the occasional puddle she stepped into.

"No way! You're lying to me again!"

The little girl made a face at William, then hummed a song excitedly.

'Does one have to hold a grudge like that?'

William shook his head helplessly, then saw a rabbit dart out of a bush and dash off into the distance like an arrow.

Before it could run more than a few steps, Adams in front of it had already raised his wand: "The rabbit is coming!" (Note)

The fleeing rabbit leaped into the air at high speed, its dusty gray figure tracing a beautiful arc before rushing into Adams's hands.

Adams grabbed the rabbit by the ears, spun it around in front of Afra as if to show off, and then yanked the cage out of William's hand and shoved it inside.

Wizards can catch rabbits so easily—after all, rabbits are not immune to any spells, and even first-year students can easily wreak havoc on the Forbidden Forest. This is probably why the Hufflepuff students were caught at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"By the way, William, if you're going to do this experiment, won't these rabbits be scared to death?"

"Hagrid said it should be fine. These aren't just wild rabbits; there are centaurs in the Forbidden Forest."

As they spoke, they had ventured some distance into the Forbidden Forest, where the number of rabbits had noticeably increased. As the three professors waved their wands, rabbits clucked in the air before being pulled by their ears and stuffed into wooden cages.

The only tourist, Afra, kept shouting and pointing randomly with her little hand, indicating the rabbits' locations—though before she could even point, the unfortunate rabbits flew away.

"A bumper harvest."

William quickly counted the rabbits and found that there were enough and the cages were almost full. He then weighed the last rabbit in his hand and began to evaluate it.

'Never mind, she's too thin.'

William picked it up by the ears and put it on the ground, then gave it a gentle kick—the rabbit, which had been pretending to be dead, shot off like an arrow.

"We've caught most of them. It's still early. Should we wait a little longer to have lunch in the Forbidden Forest or go back?"

"Let's settle this in the Forbidden Forest. I'm a top graduate of Hufflepuff, carrying my own cutlery is a basic skill for me."

Adams looked proud, then turned to the little girl beside him. "Afra, what are you doing?"

Afra squatted there, looking utterly dejected. She tugged at her cloak, gesturing to the three of them to the stains, her tone filled with the despair of a little girl over life:

"I'm going to get beaten up."

Note 1: The Summoning Charm can be used on living beings. In the seventh book, when Harry was being chased during his birthday transfer, Hagrid was used to save him from falling to his death. At that time, Hagrid lunged at a Death Eater in mid-air to save Harry.

Chapter 100 Hufflepuff deducts 30 points

“Those stains mean different things to us. To give you an example, for a child carrying butter home, that piece of butter is the whole world, but to us adults, it's just a piece of butter.”

As the fire was lit, William, sitting on the picnic mat, explained this to Adams.

"What a strange logic. No wonder the fifth-graders didn't say anything bad about you during the exams—but is Afra really alright?"

Adams pointed to the little girl next to him, whose robes had been cleaned up, and who was eating chocolate like a squirrel.

"It's nothing. By the way, you don't want to see her get beaten up, do you?"

"nonsense!"

Adams quickly issued a triple denial and took out his cutlery.

A lost rabbit, hazelnuts and pine nuts hidden by squirrels, mushrooms picked in the forest, and scattered edible potions and wild vegetables gathered by Adams himself—all these ingredients piled together constituted the main ingredients for this lunch.

After that, there was nothing left for William and his companions to do. Adams was busy with a pot and a wand in one hand and a pot and a wand in the other, completely ignoring his two teammates who didn't understand food magic.

"Uncle Singed, you liar uncle, can I go play over there?"

After eating the chocolate, Afra became lively again.

'Why is it still that conman uncle?'

William couldn't help but roll his eyes discreetly. Singed, however, was very patient. "Okay, but first, give me your hand. I need to mark it—then I won't have to worry about not being able to find you if you hide again."