"Okay, in this class we introduce the magical creatures that you should prevent in advance if you go out and the spells you often use to disperse them - of course, this is not perfect, it is just the most common ones."

"You should know what to write in the paper-" William smiled lazyly at everyone, "Then, today's course is over, and we'll see you next week."

A group of students came out one after another, and before leaving the classroom, they were discussing the content of the course.

For children of this age, taking risks is always aspiring to them. Although the professor did not catch a dragon, it makes them feel a little sad that they just heard stories related to adventure.

Although William believes that he is not as knowledgeable as Professor Lockhart and has a series of legendary adventures that can be written on books, the smugglers in the Azkaban often sleep in the wilderness at night in order to avoid the free diet of the Ministry of Magic.

‘Adventurers are indeed a good profession. At least you don’t have to worry about the striker coming to ask for trouble when you sleep. Even when they aim their wands at you, you can calmly say that you are looking for the wrong one, and the fire next door is smuggling.’

William, who packed the lecture notes, was amused by the joke that suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he found that there was a student standing at the door of the classroom.

‘Life is too comfortable and makes your vigilance weaker?’

As he was suspicious of himself, William walked out of the classroom a few steps and found that the two people standing at the door were quite familiar with him - he just met last night.

"What, Percy, what else is there?"

William looked like nothing happened.

"Professor...I...I, last night..."

It can be seen that the child put in great courage to be determined to come to the front, and he was obviously a student who had not made any mistakes.

However, William had heard the student's name from other professors, and his dean, Professor McGonagall, also specially introduced the student to William.

This child is considered a top student in the middle school level of sixth graders. He showed admirable learning ability during the third grade class and obtained a certificate of twelve exams in the fifth grade graduation exam.

This is an amazing achievement, because some classes are not one class a week, and the twelve classes have serious conflicts. You have to get twelve certificates, and you even have to apply for special help from the Ministry of Magic to complete your coursework on time.

William looked at the concealed expression of Weasley, suspected that all his violations were put on his younger brother.

"Last night? What happened, Percy?"

This sentence is successful. I think Weasley, who came from the head, was confused. William smiled at him: "Yesterday the stars were beautiful, and I didn't notice the rest."

“Yes, professor.”

To William's expectation, it seemed that the biggest punishment was not to punish Percy. After William refused to admit that he saw him last night, the child left in a depressed mood.

‘Is this child unexpectedly the kind of following the rules and making mistakes, and he should be punished if he admits his death and makes mistakes, and he will not even let him go?’

William closed the classroom door and thought while walking.

——

"William, is the class finished?"

In the teacher's lounge, Adams lay lazily on the rocking chair, and a disused aura appeared in his whole body.

But William knew it was not - the greenhouse herbs were harvested part of it. Adams joined a night shift before taking the seventh grade child to finish the herbs. He was purely exhausted.

There is no way, Professor Sprout is old and obviously can't stand it all night.

"I finished it and it feels pretty good. Although it is a bit off the topic, the students like it very much. It can be said that the topic I had planned has been put on. Why are there such a few people in the teacher lounge today?"

“Quidditch.”

Adams was so fond of his words that he wanted to close his eyes.

“Quidich?”

"Yes, the freshman's flight class is about to be taken, and Mrs. Huo Qi needs to check the broom in advance. The professors have all gone through the excuse of helping him--just on the lawn in front."

Adams said a long line of words quickly with an excessive cultivation look, as if he wanted William to run to the lawn immediately and join Quidditch.

Understanding that he might have only slept for less than three hours, William smiled and shook his head, and then left the lounge as he wished.

It was mainly because William himself was also very interested in the flying broom - although in theory, he was caught in Azkaban on the flying broom.

‘Even wizards have to rely on brooms for flying. This is neither scientific nor magical.’

On the way out of the castle, William thought so.

But at this moment he no longer cared about the difference between science and magic. Since he came to the magic world, he had not touched the flying broom himself!

——

The sun in September is warm enough but not scorching, and it has not rained recently. The temperature in Hogwarts is the most suitable temperature for human habitation. It is just right if it is neither warm nor cold.

There were no students outside the castle on Monday. It was pleasing to the eye by the neat lawn trimmed by the house elf. I really wanted to sleep on it and then waste it for a luxurious morning.

But William is not here to kill time. Compared to taking off a broom, the lawn is not very tempting.

‘After all, it’s flying. If you don’t take this opportunity, you have to buy the broom yourself. In addition, you have to procrastinate, so you don’t know when it will be pushed.”

William walked towards the lawn while walking with God.

Just as he was stunned, the shouts of other professors suddenly came from the front.

"Professor William! Professor William!"

It was Singid—when he was not in the bar, he was quite active.

"I'm here, I heard you are checking, let me see if there is anything I can help."

William smiled over there.

"You are late. We have finished checking. There are no major problems. We are going to take a test flight, but we think the test flight seems to be meaningless. We are going to hit a simple Quidditch a little."

Professor Keitelborn smiled brightly, but looking at his smile William felt that only the last sentence was the point.

Sure enough, these professors came out to play specially.

But even Mrs. Huo Qi, who was in charge of these matters, looked very happy. William felt that he seemed to underestimate Quidditch.

Maybe the principal will be very happy to join?

As for Vice Principal Professor McGonagall, William has heard that this Vice Principal has participated in the school team before.

"It just so happens that there is still one short of our team. William, come too, be a batsman. If we are in a tight time, we won't need the Golden Snitch."

Professor Kettleborn said with a smile, as if I were the referee.

Ah, this...

If you don't believe it, this was a skill to make a living before, but I have never touched a broom now...

ps: It's gone tonight...
Chapter completed!