From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

'After searching for ages, it turns out I should learn from that professor how to survive better at Hogwarts. I thought his life was already convenient enough, but I can't believe he still managed this.'

"That's right—" William pushed open the door and couldn't help but sigh—how could there be such a sociable professor in the world?

-

Where are we going? The school clinic?

Adams looked at the fruit basket in William's hand and made a guess.

"Yes, the hospital."

He had originally planned to visit Miss Weasley, who was still hospitalized, over the weekend, but with Adams' situation, he had to move up his plans. This was also to let Adams understand just how dangerous the crown was, so that he wouldn't be as foolish as he is now, thinking he could wear it.

"To visit Miss Ginny Weasley?"

Adams wasn't stupid; he quickly realized what William was trying to do—rumors about the crown were spreading like wildfire throughout the castle, and Miss Ginny Weasley's name as the first person to discover the crown was already known throughout the school.

“Yes,” William nodded. “She was a victim in the Crown incident. Although she wasn’t my student, I should see her, both as the ultimate beneficiary and as the initiator of the investigation.”

Although there are still some messy, unexplained curses on the crown, it is a certainty that Ravenclaw's daughter personally presented the crown to him. Even when Professor McGonagall wanted her students to come into contact with it, she first sent the person over to obtain William's consent.

"That makes sense, but what about me?"

"You're an extra, it's a sign of the school's respect for you."

William gave a perfunctory reply.

-

Hogwarts' hospital is not large—after all, the medical level in the wizarding world is frighteningly high, and even injuries like fractures can be easily handled; ordinary injuries do not require hospitalization at all.

But this also means that injuries requiring hospitalization are definitely not minor.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, is Miss Ginny Weasley awake?"

William stood at the hospital reception desk, asking the head nurse, Mrs. Pomfrey, about her—to his shame, this was the first time he had ever met the school doctor.

There are two main reasons—

'If I had a different job, I'd definitely meet her immediately. But the self-defense course covers so much. I can treat most injuries myself now, and with potions, I can manage most special injuries. Does this mean I learned to be a doctor before I could be a good professor?'

“Of course, she’s talking to Mrs. Weasley right now,” Mrs. Pomfrey said, quite politely to William. “However, Professor William, as is customary, I must go in first and tell Mrs. Weasley, oh, and Professor Adams, I checked yesterday and found that the hospital’s white cinnamon reserves are running low. Could we prepare more for the next planting program?”

"Of course, there's no problem at all."

Adams boasted, "There's nowhere in all of England where the healing power of white peony comes from, more so than from the Hogwarts greenhouses."

'I wholeheartedly agree,' William silently supported—he had recently acquired a bunch of white peony from Adams and kept it in the classroom, along with other first-aid potions.

In theory, this was the most dangerous course he was taking, but William took it without hesitation.

However, while he could say this to Professor McGonagall or the principal, William still felt a little guilty in front of the head nurse.

But Mrs. Pomfrey probably hadn't noticed the problem yet. She went in and soon returned with a witch William had met before.

“Mrs. Weasley, this is Professor William, and this is Professor Adams. They have come to visit Miss Ginny.”

Mrs. Pomfrey introduced the situation with a calm demeanor.

Chapter 159 The Vanished Memories

"Thank you, Mrs. Pomfrey."

Mrs. Weasley was no longer as nervous as she had been during their last meeting—after all, the last time William met her, her daughter was at risk of being expelled.

After thanking the head nurse, she then earnestly expressed her gratitude to William.

“Professor William, thank you for your visit. Fred and the others have told me a lot about you, and thank you for taking care of them on campus…”

There's no way to respond to that.

What should I take care of?

William racked his brains. As someone who wasn't the two brothers' professor, his only connection to them was related to solitary confinement—what kind of care was that…?

With this in mind, William could only try to put on a smile that wasn't awkward and met societal expectations.

"Ah," Wesley said, babbling on and on, before realizing that William and the others were still in the hospital's reception room. "Excuse me, Professor, please come inside and have a seat. I've been so rude..."

"It's alright, Mrs. Weasley. Every parent cares about their child's studies and life; it's perfectly normal." Although this was William's first time as a professor, thanks to the ridiculous school regulations of his past, he had attended many parent-teacher meetings and was quite clear on how teachers should talk to parents.

'Back then, we always complained that parent-teacher meetings required students to be present, so what kind of parent-teacher meetings were they? Now we're actually using that... I just wonder if Eastern experience will work in the West, especially since this is the magical world...'

William continued to complain while calmly changing the subject.

"But you are also a Hogwarts graduate, so you don't really need to worry too much about how life is here. We have Dumbledore, don't we?"

Anyway, Dumbledore is a golden brand, the strongest mascot in the wizarding world, and William, as a member of the professors, didn't hesitate to bring up the headmaster as a guarantee.

"Of course, no one is more trustworthy than Dumbledore, it's just that George and Fred are such a handful..."

Mrs. Weasley shook her head, clearly quite troubled by the twins.

"It would be good if they were a little older. Besides, they are both very good at hands-on activities. With some intensive training, they can easily catch up on the basics. Magic is not a theory class."

William said kind words against his will—he couldn't possibly cause trouble for the patient's family when he came to visit.

"Let's hope so. Percy has never given us any trouble..."

Mrs. Weasley shook her head and complained.

"Percy is quite good. He's doing exceptionally well in school. To be precise, he should be the best student in sixth grade."

William recognized this man and showered him with praise—then he noticed a striking red hair color.

Ginny Weasley was leaning against the bed, looking at a book that looked like a magazine.

Why did I suddenly recall the image of that child running to Professor McGonagall's office to complain about Percy?

William tried hard to erase that image from his mind—he was afraid that in the future, every time he saw Percy, he would be reminded of it. Percy was a very capable assistant, and if the two were linked, he was afraid that the first thing he would do upon seeing Percy would be to laugh…

"Ginny, the professors are here."

Mrs. Weasley spoke softly to her daughter, then took the magazine from her hand—only then did William notice that the magazine was being held upside down.

'As expected! I need to be careful of Weasley!'

Without a doubt, the child wasn't reading seriously just now. It's very likely that he started eavesdropping intently as soon as he heard the news of the professor's visit, and the magazine he picked up was just a cover.

'A child's little thoughts—'

William smiled, didn't point it out, and sat down on the bed next to him, asking gently, "Ginny, how are you feeling now?"

"I'm fine, Professor, I just still feel dizzy—" The little girl had an obedient expression, but William didn't believe her at all.

"Mrs. Pomfrey said it was a side effect of extensive memory alteration," Mrs. Weasley said, sitting on the opposite bed with a slightly helpless expression. "She only remembers receiving her acceptance letter; she can't remember anything else."

William and Adams, sitting next to him, felt a little guilty at his gentle and uncomplaining narration—although it wasn't stipulated in the school rules, most professors didn't want to see their students get hurt and considered protecting students their duty.

"Thanks to you, Professor, if it weren't for you and Fred and the others investigating, we wouldn't know how this child would have completed that so-called ritual—losing only a memory is the best outcome."

As Mrs. Weasley spoke, she ruffled her daughter's fiery red hair, her expression a mixture of doting affection and exasperated disappointment. "How many times have I told you? Don't touch those random antiques and old books, or you'll lose your life!"

"I've always remembered that, Mom!"

Ginny shook her head, brushing Mrs. Weasley's hand away. "Am I really in Gryffindor?"

William was somewhat moved, but Adams, standing to the side, became a little strange—he tugged at William's robe.

"I even lost 30 points from my own college because of her! I spent the whole day writing a report about it!"

……

William suddenly remembered—Ginny Weasley had been caught by them back then—'That girl must have had her eye on Hagrid's rooster back then, right? If only we'd been more careful.'

“It’s the real deal,” William nodded, emphasizing his certainty. “I witnessed it firsthand at the Sorting Ceremony.”

“I have absolutely no recollection of it. I can only vaguely remember taking a crown out of a room hidden behind a wall—but I have no idea when it happened.”

Ginny closed her eyes and thought for a while, then shook her head, looking disappointed.

“If all else fails, how about getting a replacement?” Adams suddenly spoke up. “The Sorting Hat is in the Headmaster’s office; we can just wear it again, and Dumbledore will approve. Of course, it can only be a small one, the one worn in the office—”

Is this really something to be done so casually? The system said it was a grand ceremony…

William was taken aback by Adams's proposal.

"Really?"

Ginny made an excited sound.

“If Dumbledore has no objections, there shouldn’t be any problem, and the Sorting Hat will be very happy—” Adams nodded. “Then it’s settled. I’ll go and discuss with Dumbledore when to hold the ceremony.”

Adams' confident words made William realize the difference between himself, a temporary worker, and Adams, a full-time professor—Adams was much more adept at using the university's resources than William. If William himself were here, he wouldn't even think about the Sorting Hat.

“Great, Professor—is there anything else?”

Ginny cheered, but soon looked at William and the others with pleading eyes, trying to get more of her memories from them.

Unfortunately, neither William nor Adams was her professor.

William couldn't stand that look—he suddenly remembered his promise to the ghost.

"If you don't mind, there's a ghost party on Halloween, and I think they'd be happy to tell you what's happened in the month you've been at school—you know, they always have a good memory."

William considered it for a moment and then agreed.

Chapter 160 Oh no! Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore are arguing!

“Professor William, Professor Adams, the patient needs rest; she can't handle too much information from strangers at once—”

Just as William was engrossed in his conversation, Mrs. Pomfrey knocked on the door and began to warn him.

She was an expert in this area, so William could only take Adams with him as they said goodbye.

-

"William, are you interested in the parenting experiences of pure-blooded families?"

After leaving the hospital, Adams asked casually.

"Well, I am still a little curious. After all, I didn't come from a wizarding family and know nothing about how students grow up before entering Hogwarts—I was practically an apprentice under the guidance of a teacher back then."

William responded casually, thinking about the conversation—Mrs. Weasley was much better than he had imagined; she didn't blame the school at all for the large part of the child's memory being erased, and she was very kind.