From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Although it sounds like abusing rabbits, it's something that has to be done.

Whether before or after the course was renamed, any course with words like self-defense or defense in its name will inevitably include first aid. To be precise, all doctors in the magical world must obtain OWLs in this course to be eligible for employment.

Although using rabbits sounds a bit cruel, William couldn't possibly conjure up a bunch of injured people out of thin air.

If we don't want the rabbits to get hurt, are we supposed to let people injure each other before conducting the experiment?

This is something we can joke about with the students. If this were to be taken as a regular course, even the generally considered enlightened headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't agree to such a foolish course.

Students should not be injured in schools.

"Yes, you heard me right. Now, everyone, find your partner, choose the equipment you want to use for your experiment, and then conduct the experiment."

William repeated.

He felt no shame; it was his dereliction of duty not to teach healing in self-defense courses. What he should have considered was enabling wizards to protect themselves and to handle danger effectively.

Regardless of the course title, it places extremely high demands on the professor's medical expertise.

Every wizard's wand has the ability to treat wounds promptly, but without systematic training, these students would just foolishly pour a bunch of white medicine on a wound when they encounter one—that would be a dereliction of duty.

The students reluctantly began to move, stroking the rabbit with their hands—a sense of awe for life is a beautiful quality that most people are born with.

"what!"

"Ah!~"

"hiss!!"

Such cries echoed throughout the classroom—well, these rabbits weren't lab rabbits, but wild rabbits.

They really do bite.

Seeing the students scrambling around, William breathed a sigh of relief. He had no problem eating rabbits, but he still felt a little reluctant to use them for near-torture medical experiments, and he guessed the students felt the same way.

But things are different now; I expect the students will be very enthusiastic.

Those theories weren't first applied to rabbits, but rather to the students themselves.

"Hold it down, I'll create the wound!"

The student who was bitten looked eager to try it out.

It's clear that he's not under much psychological pressure now.

"Relax, knock him unconscious first—the one who killed the rabbit, put him in solitary confinement!"

He had to issue a new order.

Chapter 119 The Generous Hagrid

William believed that he kept his word in the vast majority of cases.

Since he promised to release the rabbits back into the wild after the experiment, he definitely will—and if he's going to release them, he'll have to make sure they're alive.

This is not a simple matter. Although theoretically it is just one student creating the wound and another student trying to treat it, it is not something that students can easily do.

Let alone fifth-year students, even Hogwarts graduates, being able to control the intensity of their spells and achieve the desired effect requires being among the elite.

Therefore, throughout the practical class, he had to use all his skills to deal with all sorts of unexpected situations—the most common being that the students' stun spells were not strong enough, causing the rabbit to wake up and bite a student's finger hard, and then quickly run away from the student's hand in an attempt to escape.

Two people even tried to release spells directly without any preparation, and William gave them a severe scolding—he was there to teach healing, not torture.

"get out of class dismissed!"

This was the first time William had ever announced his dismissal in such a disheveled manner—and since becoming a professor, this was the first time he had ever felt so mentally exhausted while teaching.

The students had a lot of fun. Compared to other courses where they focused on practicing a spell repeatedly, the self-defense class was the most interesting. In particular, today's class was full of accidents, which made the children almost forget the tragedy of the day.

“Hufflepuff students, come to the front and line up in order. Put your rabbits in the cages before you leave.”

After finally calming down, William, leaning against the wooden cage to catch his breath, announced to everyone.

"professor?"

Several Hufflepuffs voiced their doubts, but William had no intention of explaining—since he had said he would release them, he certainly couldn't allow the Hufflepuff students to make a mistake.

If we're not careful when recycling such a large amount of fresh ingredients, it would be irresponsible to both the rabbits and the students.

A group of Hufflepuffs sighed and returned the rabbit. Then, the Ravenclaws who were in the same class as them also obediently returned the rabbit under William's watchful eye and left the classroom reluctantly—some of them didn't want to eat it, but judging from their expressions, they probably wanted to keep it as a pet.

"They're fifth graders now, what are they going to eat, what are they going to raise? I'll have to run to the Forbidden Forest later and release these rabbits."

William carried the cage, still feeling that something was amiss.

Too busy today?

No, wait, the afternoon classes are the same. There are still plenty of rabbits, enough for all three grades, so there's no need to worry about classes.

Feeling upset?

No, compared to the dissected rabbits, these guys, though they suffered an undeserved misfortune, still survived. They'll be released back into the wild soon.

Oh, right—homework!

William rushed out of the classroom and found that the students hadn't realized what was going on—at least they hadn't run away.

'Thank goodness, I realized it in time; otherwise, it would have been too late to set things up at the entrance to the lounge.'

"Students who were just starting class, come back here for a moment. We haven't assigned homework for today yet!"

The students in the distance were happily discussing the lesson, but the professor's voice behind them made them freeze in shock—they had been having so much fun in class that they had forgotten about the homework!

'Should we run?'

The students began to communicate with each other through eye contact; at that moment, whether they were Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, they seemed to be able to communicate with each other through their eyes.

Unfortunately, after a long while, no one dared to take the lead in running away.

'Where are the Gryffindors! Damn it, they're everywhere when you don't need them, but nowhere to be seen when you do!'

For the first time ever, students from both houses began to complain about Gryffindor.

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"Students who just started class, come back for a moment..."

William's voice came through the thick walls into the passage, startling the Gryffindors who were exploring the secret passage in a disheveled state.

"That voice sounds familiar—is that professor?"

The Gryffindors, who all stopped what they were doing, pondered for a long time before finally coming to a conclusion.

Did you hear what I said?

"A few words, what about you?"

"almost."

After piecing things together for a while, the group finally got the information they had almost missed.

"Merlin—there are professors like this?"

"The students have all gone out. Call them back to assign homework! Hogwarts has never had such an outrageous professor, not even Professor McGonagall."

"Wait a minute, does Professor McGonagall ever forget to assign homework?"

"I can't remember. When Quidditch training is busy, the professor will exempt us from homework, so he probably won't go out to assign it, right?"

A brief silence fell over the secret passage, after which the scent of lemons began to waft through the air.

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“Run, get closer—I didn’t leave any marks on you. I won’t be coming here to catch you next time. If you get caught again, I really won’t recognize you.”

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, William carried a cage of teaching aids, opened the cage, and released them back into the wild.

There are plenty of rabbits in the forbidden forest; if they're all gone, we can just catch more.

After the rabbits disappeared into the woods, William rewarded himself with a piece of chocolate and strolled leisurely toward Hagrid's cabin—the rabbits were gone, so he could say hello to Hagrid before returning to the castle.

"William, you went rabbit hunting again?"

From a distance, Hagrid spotted William and greeted him warmly.

"No, those were rabbits that had just finished their lesson. I put them back—is it okay for Hagrid to catch them somewhere else?"

"Of course, there are plenty of rabbits in the Forbidden Forest, especially this year. The young men from the Centaur tribe are complaining that there are rabbits every day."

"Huh? Centaurs don't eat grass?"

William paused for a moment—his knowledge of centaurs was limited to papers he knew by name but hadn't read. As recognized intelligent beings, centaurs, despite refusing to be classified as humans, hadn't been studied much.

"Of course we won't eat it, they hunted it."

Hagrid chuckled good-naturedly and waved what he was holding—which immediately changed William's expression.

It's a rooster.

"Another attack?"

He asked urgently.

"Attack?"

Hagrid paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"No, no, no, there was no attack. Professor Adams said he wanted to eat a rooster yesterday, but I ate it all. So I specially killed one today to call Professor Adams over later."

"I killed him myself," William breathed a sigh of relief.

"Didn't you say you wanted them to crow?"

"Yeah, so I went to buy roosters early this morning, more than a dozen of them—you know, on the way back these guys almost drove me crazy with noise."

Hagrid's smile was憨厚 (honest and simple), clearly he was a little upset that he couldn't provide the professor with a rooster yesterday, and he was going to use the rooster to make the professor vomit.

'Adams, you're in for a treat now.'

William glanced silently at the castle—even the best chickens can't be eaten in one go, can they?

Chapter 120 Um... You can't do this

"A dozen or so roosters? Haha..."