"Professor, I've finished my run. What is today's training?"

When William went downstairs to have breakfast, Harry came over and asked.

"School is about to start, you have to enjoy your vacation, Harry."

William smiled and responded to him, "Besides, have you prepared the things you will need for the start of school?"

"Well, there are still a few days, and I haven't had time yet..." Harry lowered his head, "I looked at our class schedule, and the teaching materials are the same as before. Are you going to teach us the self-defense course?"

"It's Professor Lupine, not me," William responded casually. "I talked with him. In terms of systematic self-defense, he is better than me. I think you will have a great time in this year's course."

"Ah..." Harry was stunned for a moment, "New professor?"

"Of course, you can't expect me to take over all the work," William shook his head, "That's not a job that can be done just kidding."

"Well, professor, the new professor..."

"Shh," William shook his finger, "It's not a polite thing to talk about a new professor, especially with another professor. What you should do now is go out and enjoy the sunshine and your last vacation."

"By the way, how's your homework going?"

Suddenly thinking of this matter, William asked casually.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, it's almost done..."

Harry's face suddenly looked bad, and William suddenly felt a sense of anxiety from him.

"Professor, I'm leaving first," Harry did not stay and tried to continue the conversation. He hurriedly said goodbye and left the bar - as for whether he went to make up homework or go shopping, William could only guess.

——

[Dear Hermione:

Last time you said you were in France, I wonder how you are doing recently and how you are revising your History of Magic thesis.】

'Something's wrong, something's still wrong.'

Harry crumpled up the letter he had written at the beginning and gave up.

He usually writes quite casually when writing to friends, but writing this letter was much more difficult than other letters.

However, now he is in urgent need of Hermione's homework help - it is very difficult to refer to Hermione's papers at ordinary times, summer homework, hehe, he can fully imagine what kind of reply he will get.

To be honest, if he sent this letter bluntly, he even doubted that he would get a howling letter.

'No, I have to think more carefully...'

Times were tough and trying to get through so much homework was a joke, so he had to seek help.

Ron’s homework is forgotten—Hermione’s homework can still pass the professor’s review as part of the revision of the template, but Ron’s own homework is barely passed, and there is no need to read it after the revision.

"She has to find something that interests her. I wonder if Hermione will be interested in the tasks assigned by Professor William. Doesn't she always like to study..."

Once such an idea appeared, he couldn't stop it. Harry began to write quickly based on this idea, and he completed the task in a short time.

"Hedwig," he looked at his owl, his eyes full of trust, which made Hedwig become serious, "Come on, send the things to Hermione."

As if he was worried, Harry asked again, "Please, pretend to be pitiful, and be sure to bring your homework back, otherwise I will have to rely on Ron's homework."

After feeding two pieces of bacon skin, Harry solemnly asked Hedwig to leave.

'You must bring your homework back!'

He looked to the sky and let hope fly with the owl.

——

"Hello, Eela Owl Store, welcome to your visit."

As soon as William entered the door, he heard the clerk's voice.

"Hello," William responded casually, and then immediately recognized the clerk - his student, who was theoretically promoted to seventh grade this year.

"Hello, Professor!"

The clerk's standard smile disappeared, and the look on his face became eager, "Are you here to buy owl food?"

"No, Bourne, I want to pick an owl."

"That's great. A batch of trained owls were just delivered to the store the day before yesterday." The clerk named Bourne walked over in a few steps. "I just went to transport them together a few days ago."

"Look, gray wood owl, screech owl, grass owl, brown owl, snowy owl."

He pointed to the area where the owls live one by one, "They are all great guys, of course, you know, some are better..."

"The snowy owls over there are the best-tempered ones, but they... well, how should I put it, are a bit too lively."

"Also, the horned owls over there are more lively..."

"..."

William can guarantee that if this guy introduced him like this, the store owner would beat him to death.

"What kind of owl do you prefer, Professor?"

"Hmm...it looks more pleasing to the eye..."

William originally wanted to say this to the clerk, but he was really embarrassed to say it in front of the students.

"I believe in some magical occult sciences," William tried to speak louder, "Maybe I'm usually too serious..."

"But your class is great, Professor," Byrne said seriously, "How about you come and feed the owls with food and see which one suits you better?"

This is a bit of a privilege, but not too much.

William quickly took the owl food and walked around - due to training, these owls are not very resistant to food from strangers. William fed it around and found nothing special.

"How about you go to the replenishment area and have a look, there are quite a few over there."

Bourne was not impatient at all, and after using his wand to create a magic spell that left a sound, he pulled William to the back.

As soon as they entered the door, William found that he was being stared at - a slightly silly-looking owl, terrifyingly tall, half a meter tall, standing on a high place, looking at William provocatively.

"So big?"

"Oh, Professor, this is the Eagle Owl, which is not very common..."

Byrne explained, "This is the largest owl. It can carry a lot more things than ordinary owls, but it eats a lot and can easily damage other owls, so it will not be sold in the front when the store is crowded.

"

He introduced it in quite detail, but he missed one thing. This kind of owl is very good-looking, and it looks like it can be masturbated.

"Then, how about that?"

William would like to hear more opinions.

"Professor, it has not yet reached adulthood...it will be nearly eighty centimeters tall when it reaches adulthood..."

"this…"

William was in a bit of a dilemma - at eighty centimeters tall, this was no longer an owl, and it basically couldn't fly into the window.

However, the dumb owl landed and began to tentatively take a few steps beside William's left hand holding the owl food, and then nudged William's left hand with its head.

"Forget it, that's it."

William was immediately conquered by the fuzzy feeling.

A quarter of an hour later, William walked out of the store carrying a heavy cage - as the largest owl, its cage was also special. It was much larger than other owl cages, so it was quite heavy to carry.

"We'll talk about the name when we get back. Let's get this guy settled first," William thought as he walked, and at the same time calculated how many meals the owl food he bought would be enough - that thing is not suitable for keeping for a long time, so he can only replenish it after it is used up.

Back at the bar, the first thing he did was compare the owl with the window.

As expected, the height was okay, but the width was far from enough - it couldn't get out at all when it spread its wings. It had to fly to the window sill first and then jump out like a chicken, and then spread its wings again.

'It will continue to get bigger... This is outrageous...' William reluctantly touched the unnamed owl and shook his head, "Stay in the cage for a while, and I will find a nicer name for you."

——

"Finally...done."

Harry stood up from the table, feeling that he was half useless - although he usually consulted Hermione's homework, today was the first time that he consulted an entire holiday homework.

He felt that the hand holding the quill was no longer his own.

'It would be nice if the professor didn't check it, then I could just copy it with an automatic quill pen.'

Such thoughts came to mind, but were quickly erased by Harry himself - if she simply copied her homework, Hermione would never give them her own homework for reference.

"Harry, are you there?"

Ron's voice came from outside the door, causing Harry to come out of his fantasy.1

"What's wrong, Ron?"

Harry, not doubting his presence, trotted over and opened the door.

"I knew you were here - I just finished buying books and I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron today. We'll go to the station together tomorrow!"

"To the station?"

"School has started, and of course we have to go to the station!" Ron looked excited. "It's been almost a holiday since I got my new wand, and I haven't officially used it yet. I can't wait!"
To be continued...