From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Chapter 133 Diary?

"The third week at Hogwarts, Saturday, sunny."

Today was a complete disaster.

After writing those words in his diary, William thought for a moment, then turned to the first page and wrote a sentence heavily in bold on the title page.

Always be extremely wary of Weasley, no matter when or where.

After confirming that the ink had dried, William took out his wand and cast a spell on the sentence in the diary so that it would not be easily erased or wiped away.

After finishing these tasks, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, munching on a small piece of chocolate as he turned to the previous page of his diary.

"This must be the first time I've gotten up this early at Hogwarts."

Logically, I should be in a carefree state today, since the rooster incident that has been bothering me has been handed over to Professor McGonagall, and she has spoken with the students. However, I am still a little uneasy.

Well, I have a feeling things are heading towards a Kreece-like world—the way those roosters died was just too strange, and theoretically, killing two chickens shouldn't have required so much effort to cover it up. It's like tearing down a house to catch mice, which is utterly unbelievable.

But after the ghost lead went cold, I really couldn't find any other breakthrough.

William paused here, then drew a smiley face in his diary—but it didn't seem to do any good.

"That's still a busy matter, but it's obviously not something we can anticipate right now—Hagrid and Adams bought over thirty more roosters, and it looks like they'll have a great time eating them."

After hesitating for a moment, William added another sentence.

"I don't know whether I should advise them to stop buying them. Perhaps more roosters will only make it easier for that brat to get the materials. But if Hagrid doesn't have any roosters, will he really stop?"

“Mr. Filch is a bit angry today—he’s quite unhappy that no one has taken responsibility for the matter, even though Professor McGonagall has spoken with many students.”

"'I'll catch that troublemaker.' That's what he said before he stormed off. I don't know what Mr. Filch is up to, but out of a bit of selfishness, I didn't try to dissuade him. I just hope that the student who killed the chicken gets caught soon."

"Of course, I think I also bear some responsibility. Part of the reason Mr. Filch is unhappy is because I was preparing to host a banquet for the students who made mistakes."

As he wrote this, William couldn't resist peeling open another piece of chocolate.

Then he began to regulate his breathing.

He took a long, deep breath and finally wrote the next line in his diary.

"I admit I haven't experienced many banquets, but I'm afraid there's no banquet more unpleasant than today's."

"Adams spent a whole half-day preparing for me, with magically enlarged offices, magically grown flowers, fire-transformed text, and decorations made by house-elves—"

William put down his quill pen at this point.

'I was so stupid—I witnessed just how unruly these kids really are on the first day of school, and I actually had the courage to leave my office.'

He couldn't help but cover his face—it was just too embarrassing, and he simply couldn't bear to write it in his diary.

-

Two hours ago.

"Professor William?"

In the midst of the lively party, William suddenly heard Mr. Filch's voice as he entered through the door.

William hesitated for a moment, then followed Filch out—the door to the inner room had been so magically reinforced that even he could barely open it. Although no other professors had been invited outside to let the students have some fun, such a short absence was unlikely to cause any trouble.

'Since they're all in confinement, there shouldn't be any problems.'

With this in mind, William followed Filch out of his office—after all, it was a bit much for Filch to let a bunch of students in solitary confinement attend a party, and he felt a little guilty.

"Mr. Filch, is there anything urgent?"

Out of guilt, he was the first to ask a question.

"There's one thing I still don't quite understand—Professor, you haven't found the murderer yet, right?"

"Not yet, and there's no breakthrough for the time being."

Although he felt a little ashamed to say it, William still truthfully told them the results of his investigation.

This result was clearly not going to please Filch—especially since he had just witnessed a group of misbehaving children having a great time at the party.

"So, Professor, will those students actually find anything out?"

This question is probably the biggest challenge this administrator could pose to the professor.

“Of course, of course,” William himself only considered this as a backup plan, but he sincerely assured Filch, “Killing the chicken and not even taking the chicken with you, there is no doubt that the other party intends to take the chicken blood. That blood will not just disappear into thin air. It is very likely that it will be used in some evil ritual to draw arrays or write magic runes or something.”

“Those things definitely need to be drawn in an empty space, such as a secret passage or a secret classroom. The castle is too big. Without the help of those children, no one can investigate it all.”

“That makes sense, Professor. If they’re willing to help, the secret corners of the castle will probably be searched.”

William's explanation barely convinced the administrator, putting him at ease about the party that had been making him uncomfortable.

"Then, what can I do, Professor?"

“You’ve done enough, Mr. Filch. It’s not that bad. It’s just that a student saw some strange ritual somewhere and is trying to imitate it.”

William offered his advice—not that he didn't trust the administrator, but he felt that the matter was not so simple and that it was not good for the administrator to get involved.

"It's not that I look down on you, Mr. Filch, it's just that I can't even find a way for you to easily draw your wand. Although you've hidden it very well, a wizard who can't quickly draw his wand is pretty useless in combat..."

This assessment wasn't something William made up; among the wizards he'd encountered so far, those who could draw their wands immediately were all quite powerful.

For example, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Flitwick all had their wands placed in very convenient positions. William, on the other hand, had never seen a wand before—yet Dumbledore was able to easily defeat William even without a wand.

Then there's Professor Lockhart—whose wand placement, in William's opinion, is the most offensive and concealed, with no drawbacks other than the inconvenience of returning his hand to cast a defensive spell after casting it.

Compared to these professors, William felt it was best to keep Mr. Filch, someone who couldn't even find a comfortable place to put his wand, away—he already regretted letting the students get involved, and the meddling of this stubborn administrator would only make things worse.

And to put it bluntly—judging by strength, William felt that the students he had called in could easily defeat Filch in a 1v1 situation.

Chapters 134: A Feast Where Everyone Was Happy Except for William

Ultimately, William was unable to refuse the administrator's intervention without expressing discrimination.

The two parted unhappily.

-

After calming himself down, William decided to go back and have some more fun with the kids.

The banquet today was prepared quite well; William himself seemed to think it was pretty good.

Humming a little tune, William walked around the corridor toward his office—he had been talking with Mr. Filch for so long that he had drifted a distance down the stairs.

Before he even entered the office, the children's loud shouts came from inside the room.

'I wasn't playing around that wildly? It seems the professor's position inherently exerts a suppressive influence on students.'

He smiled and pushed open the door—although those people had a great time while he was away, it was just a banquet after all, and some management was still necessary.

A crowd had already gathered, probably because older students had quietly slipped in from behind. William was so blocked that he couldn't see what was going on.

"Hey, what's all the commotion in there?"

He tapped the student on the shoulder, trying to get along with them more harmoniously.

"The Weasley brothers' prank is really going on!"

The students he called out didn't even bother to turn around, responding at top speed.

It was truly spectacular—by this time, the insufficient number of bands that William To Adams had invited had long since finished their performance and left, but the atmosphere was even more joyful than when the band was there.

"I must ask you not to scream!"

Fred's voice boomed from inside, "That will enrage them!"

What's provoking me?

William was still wondering when the students around him burst into laughter for some unknown reason.

But the laughter clearly did not interrupt the performance of the two brothers inside.

“Not bad,” George’s voice was full of amusement, “a Cornish elf that we just caught.”

'Fairies? Why catch those things? They're ugly and mischievous—wait, they didn't actually catch them, did they?'

But the students burst into laughter.

'What's so funny about the little elves? Am I too old to keep up with these young people? Or is this some kind of meme?'

Fred started speaking rapidly in an exaggerated tone.

"They could also be as cunning and deceptive as the devil himself!"

Then came the rather exaggerated action of the cage door opening—even William, who didn't want to disturb the students' happy time, could see it clearly through the gaps in the crowd.

'Why are you using Pokémon?!'

William thought to himself, his hands moving more nimbly than he pondered—a little elf, huh?

"Obstacles are numerous!"

A powerful barrier spell was cast, and the flying figures were slammed down by the spell—although the office underwent a major renovation today, William still didn't like having fairies help him redecorate.

Even the most cunning Pokémon would be swatted back like a fly after being hit by such a Barrier Curse—provided it's actually a Pokémon.

The fireworks that had been launched into the sky broke free of their restraining ropes under the effect of William's Barrier Curse, and then began to fly around in a chaotic swarm.

Realizing something was wrong, William immediately began to remedy the situation.

"Clear water like a spring!"

A stream of water, similar to that from a fire hose, shot out rapidly from his wand and began rushing towards the fireworks in the sky—luckily, it wasn't waterproofed.

William then began to transfer the magic with satisfaction, and the water dragon turned in mid-air, impacting the flying fireworks.

Theoretically, he should have instructed the students at the same time, but he didn't have the energy to settle them while maintaining the spell—fortunately, the students didn't panic; they seemed to find it very amusing and began to take out their wands to attack the fireworks flying in the sky.

'Don't!'

William wanted to shout, but he couldn't—the firework struck by the Stunning Curse exploded in the air, showering sparks that landed on the students' heads.

"Oh! Fire! Fire—Pfft!!!"

Before he could shout a second time, William had already turned on the water hose, and the huge stream of water evenly sprayed over the students, soaking them to the bone—but the fire was indeed extinguished.

At the same time, most of the candles that William had mishandled and extinguished were also put out.

After the room lost some of its light, some student, I don't know which one, started extinguishing the candles around the room with water.