From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Chapter 144 A Golden Pie Falling from the Sky

When will school start?

William was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered what the so-called start of school was all about—a psychopathic ghost had been causing him trouble at the start of school, and it turned out to be this guy in front of him.

"I wasn't laughing at you, I was just thinking about happy things."

"What's making you happy?"

A ghost named Helena relentlessly pursues her.

"If this matter is resolved, I might get a raise."

William quickly made up an excuse and then looked at Professor McGonagall for help—after a month at the school, he had a pretty good idea that he couldn't count on Dumbledore; the vice-principal was in charge of the finances.

“Of course,” Professor McGonagall nodded as expected, then turned to Helena. “It’s normal for young professors like Professor William, who are often strapped for cash, to be happy about a pay raise.”

Professor McGonagall smoothed things over—the Quanzhen Sect had encountered an old rascal, the ghost of the founder's daughter. What else could they do but appease him? Besides, this ghost didn't seem very bright; once they were dealt with, everything would be fine…

"What would you say if I stole the crown?"

Helena kept her eyes fixed on William and wouldn't let him go.

'How can I possibly know? I received an Eastern education. How would I know how a Western child would be punished for stealing their parents' wealth? Besides, this is a magical society; who knows what the differences are!'

"I'm not quite sure. I didn't receive the Hogwarts education. My teachers taught me a different way of thinking: children stealing from their parents doesn't count as theft."

Since the teacher died in a lab accident, William simply pinned the blame on him.

"Of course, correspondingly, parents' discipline of their children does not have to be limited by legal regulations. If they make a mistake, they can be punished with appropriate corporal punishment. If the beating is too severe, there will be bystanders to stop it, but no one will think that there is anything wrong with the beating."

"Is this kind of education even possible?"

Helena stared intently at William, her eyes filled with suspicion.

"Yes, that's what education in the East seems to be like."

Professor Flitwick stood up to endorse William.

"So, what if the fight gets really intense?"

She stared at William.

"If they don't fight well, I'll accept it; if they fight well, I can just run away."

William answered without hesitation.

"Murder?"

"Murder is a crime everywhere."

"Professor Frivi, is what he said true?"

Helena fixed her gaze on Professor Flitwick.

"Of course, I've heard about it and studied it."

“Then she’s the one who’s wrong, not me—” she laughed happily, staring at William, “You have a deceiving face, but you can’t deceive as well as he can. He’s much more understanding than you.”

Who is he? And why do I have a face that looks like a liar?

But William didn't say anything that would provoke this incoherent ghost.

“I’ve seen you teach—” Ghost blurted out, but William quickly realized she was referring to him. “You always seem to be telling those students things that aren’t in the textbook, but they seem to enjoy it.”

“But now I think I know, it really makes me happy.” She smiled and walked toward Dumbledore.

"Professor Albus Dumbledore, is there a record of me in those headmasters' notebooks?"

“Of course,” Dumbledore said with a gentle smile.

"Then, the crown should belong to me?"

"Without a doubt, Ms. Helena."

“I gave him to a student who was trying to make me happy last time, named Tom—” she pointed to the tattered crown, “and now I’m going to give him to this professor named William, is that alright?”

"This is your freedom, Miss Helena."

Dumbledore's expression was full of gentleness, but William, who was in a daze, felt nothing at all.

A treasure passed down for millennia, the crown of the founder of Hogwarts—and this is given to him?

When he thought of refusing, he found that the room was already lit up with white light, which came from the ghost in front of Dumbledore.

"Oh, and tell that bastard Blood Man Barrow he deserved it!"

Before the last glimmer of light disappeared, the ghost named Helena uttered her final words.

"This is?"

William was terrified by this change. Could ghosts die too?

“It is something to celebrate,” Dumbledore said, turning his gaze to William. “Miss Helena has overcome her final fear of death and has decided to move on rather than remain at Hogwarts.”

"Professor, I don't quite understand."

William readily admitted his shortcomings.

"Lady Ravenclaw eventually died of a serious illness, supposedly from lovesickness. Now it seems that Miss Helena was Lady Ravenclaw's heartache at the time. At the same time, because of the guilt of the theft, Miss Helena also lingered in the castle, unable to face death," Dumbledore patted William on the shoulder. "Clearly, your words gave her the courage to face her mother."

"But I only said a few words, nothing out of the ordinary."

William shook his head; he didn't believe that a thousand-year-old entanglement could be resolved with just a few words.

“It could be just a matter of saying this one sentence, or it could be just a matter of bringing out this crown. In any case, once the crown and your words appeared at the same time, Miss Helena’s reason for insisting disappeared.” Dumbledore looked at William with a gentle expression. “I had prepared a very good explanation, but now it seems I need to change it.”

'An explanation?'

William was caught off guard—too much had happened today, even his training in Azkaban couldn't have kept him fully occupied.

“Of course, I originally thought I would have to persuade Professor Flitwick, but now that crown belongs to you.” Dumbledore repeated softly what William could hardly believe. “I’m sorry, Professor William, perhaps we have to destroy this crown.”

"destroy!"

Before William could react, Professor Flitwick's scream had already drowned out all other sounds.

"Albus, are you kidding me!"

Professor Flitwick was truly furious—first, the Ravenclaw tiara appeared, then Ravenclaw's daughter appeared. Before he could process the whole situation, an unexpected event occurred: the ghost of Ravenclaw's daughter resolved her inner conflict and decided to accept death, and she gave the Ravenclaw tiara to someone who was not from the House of Origin.

These things were already becoming unacceptable to him, and as a result, Dumbledore declared that he would destroy the crown!

If it weren't for the prestige Dumbledore had built up over his years as headmaster, Professor Flitwick would have already pulled out his wand and started a duel.

Destroy the crown! Is that something a human being should say?

“It’s too dangerous, you should know that, Professor Flitwick. Even Severus couldn’t see through the trap up there.”

"Then investigate thoroughly, Albus. If Professor Snape couldn't find out, can't you either?"

Professor Flitwick stared intently at Dumbledore.

"Professor William?"

“I have no objection,” William had recovered by now—although the crown sounded powerful, he had no confidence in dealing with a crown that could erase memories and delete files. Why leave Dumbledore out of the picture and try to study it himself?

What a joke! He's afraid he might have the money but not the life to use it.

When it comes to matters of life and death, he has absolutely no greed.

Chapters 145 Returning to a Normal Teaching Career

"That's strange—is it already June?"

William put down his lesson plan and gave the students a rather businesslike smile—in other words, the kind that was obviously fake.

But clearly, the fifth-grade students below did not grasp the true meaning of that smile.

"Professor, it's only September, the first month of the semester."

The students below responded in hushed tones.

"Ha, you guys know it's September? I thought it was already the end of June, that the OWL exams were over, and that you were all happily calculating whether you'd get an O or an E!"

William pointed at the students.

"You, you, and you, all three of you, pass the note you just passed over here. Ravenclaw gets three points."

The authority William had established in less than a month after the start of the school year ensured that his orders were carried out without any compromise.

"You three, hand in your notes after class. If they're not up to standard, go back and write a paper before continuing the class!"

The previously noisy classroom immediately became quiet. William nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the second-grade textbook and began to cram the fifth-grade students with their knowledge.

"Exams are all the same, no matter how they vary. While we won't go so far as to hold a 100-day countdown rally for OWLs, three rounds of review shouldn't be a problem. We just need to control the pace and not put too much pressure on these kids. Professor McGonagall and her team may not give many exams, but they really dare to assign papers..."

After a quick and focused lecture, William realized that listening any longer wouldn't be very efficient, so he let them take a short break to relax.

"Alright, try to analyze the practice problems that were just written on the chalk. We'll start explaining the problems in five minutes."

Five minutes should be enough to catch up on the notes and finish the questions—a good break for my brain.

-

While a group of students were engrossed in taking notes, William strode towards the classroom door, shutting the students and the classroom behind him, and then leaned against the wall to pull out a lollipop.

'Yes, give them some breathing room. I've kept them from even daring to breathe too loudly.'

William easily tore open the packaging, put the candy aside, and almost hummed a little tune.

'Sure enough, class is much more enjoyable than dealing with all that miscellaneous stuff. All that fuss and noise just gives me a headache.'

William turned the candy over and couldn't help but think of what happened yesterday.

To be honest, even a day later, he still felt that what happened yesterday was too surreal.

He was standing there when a crown with a thousand-year history was suddenly placed on his head, as if in a dream—if it weren't for the extremely thorny problem with the crown, it would probably have fallen into his hands immediately.

'Professor Flitwick is probably upset again, isn't he?'

William couldn't help but think of that kind old man—any headmaster would be half-crazy if they had to deal with a headmaster like Helena, the head of Ravenclaw.

Honestly, if that crown hadn't been hyped up so much that William still harbors some lingering thoughts about its magical effects, he would have donated it to Ravenclaw back then.

'Values ​​and history are all meaningless—that wisdom is terrifying! If I could study with it for five years, no, three years, even two would be enough, I should be strong enough to protect myself, instead of being like this now, almost turning half the school upside down over a rooster.'