From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Professor! The professor attacked the professor!"

William, who had been asking about the painting, suddenly realized what had happened and shouted loudly.

"Alright, I know what happened. Madam, please be quiet, or I'll have to ask the house-elf to clean the painting with a rag."

William threatened him impatiently. He had just remembered something while talking to Adams and was now thinking about it carefully.

The oil painting fell silent immediately—although cleaning the oil painting was necessary, no one wanted to be cleaned unless the frame was extremely dirty.

'Resurrection from the dead, a fairy tale. Is there truth hidden in fairy tales, or was Adams simply too ignorant to have heard of resurrection magic? I clearly remember that Dark Lord, or rather, that mysterious man, who was reborn from a cauldron.'

After thinking for a long time, William came to a conclusion—such a high-level operation as resurrection should not be something a novice like Adams could master. He couldn't even win in a sneak attack, which is why he could only barely get a certificate back then.

-

"Hey Adams, you're awake?"

When Adams regained consciousness, he found that his wand had fallen into the hands of William across from him.

"Damn you, William, you hit me so hard!"

He decided to play the victim first—was he supposed to admit that he hadn't even launched a sneak attack? How could he possibly admit to something like that!

"Come on, you were the one who struck first—by the way, why did you attack me?"

"You bastard, I think you've taken the wrong medicine!"

William, who had prepared a whole speech, was immediately stunned.

You're the one who took the wrong medicine!

"You're the one who's lost your mind! I even suspect that you killed the rooster that made you change your report, and then deliberately misled my investigation!"

William stated his opinion bluntly and casually tossed Adams' wand back to him.

"You made me revise my report?"

Adams paused for a moment, then suddenly patted his head as if he remembered something.

"Oh right, it's that rooster. Ginny's still in confinement. I was so focused on the rooster that I completely forgot about it!"

He patted his robe and then asked William with a serious expression, "William, what happened to the rooster that was killed?"

"It was too late when I got there."

"So fast? Hagrid ate it this early in the morning?"

"It wasn't eaten. When I arrived, it had already been processed and was stewing in a pot."

"It's simmering, that's good. I'll head over now, are you coming?"

"Go where?"

Adams's words were nonsensical, leaving William completely bewildered.

"Let's go to Hagrid's place, I want to eat chicken."

You're such a grown man, yet you're still so petty...

William waved his hand helplessly, "No need, I'm going to eat at the restaurant. Remember to say hello to Hagrid for me."

"Okay, then I'll head over now."

Adams, in high spirits, walked away for quite some time before turning back to wave to William.

“William!”

"Huh? Did you forget something?"

"No, are you really sure you didn't take the wrong medicine?"

After asking that question, Adams slipped away without looking back.

'This guy—'

William shook his head. Although it was a brief interlude, he had already discovered the truth—it was Ginny, whom Adams had just mentioned, who had reminded him.

"As expected, the murderer is you—the Weasley brothers!"

Chapter 116 The Unfortunate Victim

As a professor, it is an extremely bad thing to casually label students—in most cases, students are the weaker party and have no ability to resist the malice that is being imposed upon them.

William was well aware of this, but he wasn't about to simply shift the blame onto the two brothers.

In terms of ability, all the students, including the castle's notorious troublemakers, agreed that no one knew the castle's hidden corners better than the brothers, a fact that William also confirmed with Filch and Hagrid.

Without a doubt, the two brothers were perfectly capable of sneaking out of the castle and killing a rooster.

After killing the rooster, the two of them could bypass the castle lock and return safely to the lounge, emerging rubbing their eyes during the morning room check the next day.

They have the ability, but what about their mental fortitude?

There is no doubt about this. William had personally reviewed the files of those two and had a clear understanding of their ability to cause trouble. If the two brothers were to create a mystery by spilling blood at the castle gate as a new prank, William was confident that they would not panic and give themselves away like ordinary students.

During the conversation just now, Adams's hint helped William discover the motive behind the two men's crime.

That's right—Ginny was put in solitary confinement.

That was the twin sister. As far as William knew, the Weasleys had a bunch of sons, with only one girl as the youngest. This meant that the brothers were very likely to spoil their sister rotten—the more children there were, the more the only little sister would be pampered, and the two children would end up fighting. This wasn't always true, but in most cases, that's how family relationships were.

Two pranksters, angered by their sister's detention, take their anger out on the culprit chicken and orchestrate a new prank—perfectly logical and without any sense of inconsistency.

Now there's only one problem left—William has no evidence whatsoever.

'Indeed, Mr. Filch was right; the Weasley brothers are the most mischievous students in this school.'

William smiled, finally able to relax – he had conceded defeat this time.

He even led a bunch of kids to search the secret passages inside the castle for any strange graffiti or anything, while those two Weasleys were probably watching and laughing the whole time.

"Losing is fine, I'm not a professor in charge of discipline. Although I have to admit those two guys orchestrated a very clever prank, my teaching work hasn't been affected in any way."

'To be precise, for me, knowing that no one is causing any trouble or dangerous rituals is already a victory. But those two bastards, I'll remember you.'

William smiled and stretched his arms, his mood, which had been low since he woke up that morning, finally returning to its usual normal level.

'Oh, right, should we call those troublemakers back?'

William, in high spirits, suddenly thought of this problem, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

'Let them search. If they catch the twins red-handed, they'll actually reduce their solitary confinement. If they don't, the twins will be the ones who suffer, not me—'

'Those two brothers might still be laughing as they watch a group of people search them, but what they don't know is that I'm laughing as well.'

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"Achoo! Damn it, this passage hasn't been used in years, it's covered in dust! Are we looking for something?"

Inside a secluded passageway, rarely used because of its long and winding route, a group of students searching for traces were choked by the swirling dust and sneezed incessantly.

"Search, especially in remote places. Maybe the guy hiding is just using dust as a cover. I know seven or eight ways to restore dust—what can dust possibly tell us?"

The students braced themselves and filed in, their influx stirring up even more dust.

Because of the excessive dust, the students who had mastered the Bubble Head Spell had to put on a fish tank-like cover for themselves. However, due to the high difficulty of learning it, many troublemakers had not mastered it and were talking with their heads covered in dust.

"Those who haven't mastered the Bubble Head Spell, go out first. The rest of you can search slowly."

The twins, who were leading the students to open the secret passage, were issuing orders to the students who rushed in, their heads covered in bubbling smoke.

"Remember the trick: tap the bricks with your wand. Those bricks that release the hidden light will cause the wand's glow to distort and change shape, usually hidden between knee and chest height—that's adult height, of course."

They diligently repeated the method that most of the children already knew, but no one raised any objections.

For this group of children, searching for a hidden room as a group is also a rare collective action.

Everyone was being very formal, but I felt like it took longer than being locked up in solitary confinement.

Fred gave George a signal with his eyes.

'But this is much more fun than solitary confinement—and I won't allow anyone at Hogwarts to know more secrets than we do; if anyone does, we'll surpass them!'

George was full of fighting spirit.

"Ah!"

The sudden sneeze made George, who had been looking determined, look completely disheveled, causing everyone around him to burst into laughter.

"The dust is too heavy, even the Bubble Head Curse couldn't stop it?"

George looked up again with a surprised expression, which made the group of students around him burst into laughter.

-

Good morning, William.

Good morning, Adams.

William sat up at the table with unusual joy—it was a beautiful sunny day, and the matter that had troubled him for half the day yesterday had finally been resolved, making him exceptionally happy. He even wanted to hum a little tune without eating any chocolate.

"Hey, why are you so happy today? What, did you drink the wrong potion again?"

"Shut up, how was your PUBG game yesterday?"

The two exchanged scathing insults without holding back.

As evening approached yesterday, William met a gloomy-looking Adams—a rooster that looked quite large was not a difficult lunch for a half-giant of astonishing height. By the time Adams arrived, the unfortunate rooster was already dead.

Literally, no bones remained—although many people don't recommend dogs eat chicken bones, perhaps due to magic, Hagrid's tooth wiped out all the remaining bones.

This incident made William and Singed laugh all night long. In the end, Adams, enraged, began to retaliate, saying that William's investigative behavior was like drinking an expired potion—he could even forget the important concealment spell, the Disillusionment Charm.

The two bickered for a while, but after receiving questioning glances from the surrounding professors, they finally reached a consensus.

William forbade any further mention of the poor chicken, and Adams stopped making sarcastic remarks about the Disillusionment Charm.

Chapter 117 Today's Fifth Grade

"Good morning, students. Put your papers and essays on the podium and then find your seats."

As the group of students reached the classroom door, William appeared there with a smile.

To my shame, this is the first time in all my years as a professor that William has arrived in the classroom before the students—previously, the students were always waiting for him in the classroom.