From Azkaban To Hogwarts

William had no intention of inciting students to cause trouble in the school castle and then seek benefits.

He had only heard of similar sexy operations, but he had neither actual experience nor the desire to do so.

He is a professor of magic self-defense, not a professor of politics——

"So, you're going to protest?"

William put his arms on the podium, leaned forward, and asked with a smile.

The students below were silent. The sixth-grade students were not as aggressive as the seventh-grade veterans who were about to graduate. Without the seventh-grade students to take the lead, no one volunteered to come out to protest.

‘Well, no money, no goals, no demands, protesting—what do I want to do with this? ’

"If you don't intend to protest, ladies and gentlemen, we should start class. You are already late for a long time. If we don't hurry up and start class, I'm afraid I will have to double my homework."

I don’t know if the last sentence had an effect. The students’ attention suddenly became focused and they no longer struggled with the confiscated books.

"Very good, this lesson is the focus, the use of silent spells."

William took out his wand and gave a demonstration - without chanting any spells, the chalk began to write quickly on the blackboard under the command of the wand.

Although it feels a bit like learning and applying now, William's silent spell is really used well at this time.

"Dear students," he clapped his palms and focused the students' attention from the chalk to him, "the theory in the book is a bit short, I plan to add a little bit more, of course, this is a little bit for you Cumbersome.”

"After all," William said with a smile, "you have almost completed the OWLs exam by yourself."

The students below burst out laughing - although among them there was William who sneaked in to improve the class after being fooled, but they were proud of being able to pass the exam when the professors were dismissed every year and most of them were dissatisfied with their tenure. matter.

After quickly adding some content that might be easier to understand, William quickly marked the lesson plan with his wand while observing the students' reactions.

It’s not like he only plans to teach this class of students. He can’t always think that the students’ understanding ability is amazing and they can understand the true meaning of the silent spell from the simple words in the textbook, right?

"Mastering the silent spell has always been recognized as difficult - in fact, in actual operation, you may even feel that the silent spell is nothing more than that, and it even affects the normal performance of the spell."

After closing the lesson plan, William began to share his personal insights into the silent spell.

"You should know that a standard magic spell is composed of enough magic power, standard spells, clear consciousness, and standard gestures."

"If a beginner's spell is slightly deviated, it will even cause a magical change in the spell, and even harm the caster himself. But the silent spell does not even use the spell, but it can prevent the spell from any deviation."

"Let's discuss why this happened? You don't have to stand up, just say it from where you are - you don't need the standard answers in the textbook, just talk about other possibilities you think."

William spread his hands, indicating that the students could speak.

"Proficiency in spells?"

"Well, that makes sense, what else?"

"Knowledge of spellcasting effects?"

"It makes sense."

…

"Is it related to the tendency of the spell, Professor?"

"Interesting insight, Ravenclaw three points, please tell me in detail what you think."

‘I haven’t thought about this, write it down. ’

William quietly made notes on the lesson plan - among the published books, the content of the textbooks for the sixth grade advanced class was relatively small. He did not know whether he felt that the students in the advanced class could easily understand the textbook content or it was a problem of knowledge monopoly.

‘Probably both. After all, this is a country that can add Latin to the civil service examination. ’

However, the restricted area of ​​the library is open to professors by default, so William doesn't have to worry about finding the reference books. The students' discussions can only be supplementary.

——

"Okay, get out of class is over."

The bell interrupted the students' lively discussion and awakened William's suppressed curiosity.

"A paper, about insights on silent spells. Although you must have been exposed to silent spells in other subjects, unfortunately, this one belongs to me. Write it brilliantly, otherwise I will send it back and redo it."

After a scoop of cold water broke the momentum of the students trying to continue the discussion, William quickly walked towards the door of the classroom.

"By the way, don't bring textbooks to the next class. We will go directly to the practical classes of the two classes. Remember to bring papers."

William walked out of the classroom with a feint and announced to the students inside the door.

Ignoring the cheers from behind, William suppressed the urge to run and walked quickly towards Filch's office.

‘It’s been a week. If there are no deviations, the culprit should have been found this time. Will it be a cult book or a sacrificial ritual? ’

Making such speculations, he began to think about the protective magic he would use later.

"By the way, for this incident, we can prepare a course on protection against evil rituals. The sixth and seventh grades will be able to take it. The fifth grade will continue to follow the previous arrangements."

He is in an unusually good mood now - the things that have been bothering him for a week have finally been resolved, which makes him feel unusually relaxed.

Just when he almost couldn't help humming a tune, a flash of fiery red appeared in front of his eyes.

'Weasley again? ’

A great day is over.

Like a needle pricking a balloon, William's previous good mood suddenly disappeared.

Although the Weasley in front of him was not the one who caused trouble at his banquet, he couldn't help but think about the fiery red hair color.

‘This is Professor McGonagall’s office, what happened to her? ’

"Ah! Professor!"

The moment he observed the little girl, the little girl named Ginny's hair exploded like a frightened cat.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing, Professor, nothing-"

She defended in a panic, which made William suspicious - students who make mistakes are usually like this.

William stopped and glanced at the room.

It's Professor McGonagall's office.

'Does she want to sneak into Professor McGonagall's office? ’

This strange thought came to William's mind.

Although theoretically, no Gryffindor has dared to do this so far, but the Weasley family - it is not William who discriminates against them and competes with each other.

Just when he was figuring out which of the school rules applied to the current situation, the door to the office opened and Professor McGonagall walked out.

"Professor! I'm reporting Percy! He's in love with the Ravenclaw prefect!~"

ps: last night’s, there are still two chapters left