"?"
"What’s the matter?"
Seeing William frozen in front of the podium, the old man’s face showed a hint of amusent, but he still suppressed his grin and asked calmly.
"..."
William ignored him, casually flipping through the book on the desk—I’m flabbergasted, it’s the real deal. Though it’s just a Muggle World university physics textbook, where is this? Hogwarts! Who teaches physics here...
"Three books per person, make sure not to hand them out wrong—"
Three books?
Hearing this, William’s heart stirred slightly as he set aside "Basic Physics" and fell into a long silence.
After a mont, he looked up at the smiling old man with a calm tone, "Alright."
Damn it, even after crossing worlds, this damned math and science still chase —William, who was a liberal arts student in his past life, angrily shouted in his heart.
Yet, despite his inner turmoil, William maintained a calm deanor as he distributed the stack of books according to categories to everyone in the classroom. After seeing everyone had their textbooks, he too returned to his seat, but his gaze remained fixed on the old man at the podium, his brow slightly furrowed—
Why did this old man want him to help distribute the books? For a normal wizard, Levitating Spells are not a difficult thing, yet the old man showed no intention of even raising his arm, just leaning against the podium, smiling at the little wizards below.
William’s thoughts moved; if excluding the possibility that this old man just wanted to find him trouble, then it can only an...
With the developnt over millennia, magic has long woven into the lives of these wizards for tasks like moving supplies, washing clothes, cooking, arranging chores—all these have corresponding magic, which, although requiring so sunk learning cost, brings exponentially increasing convenience afterward.
At Hogwarts, only freshly enrolled little wizards typically haven’t learned these spells.
Professors like Snape have long habitually used magic in their daily lives—for instance, each ti before entering the classroom, Snape would deliberately use magic to float his black cloak aloft as he strides quickly through the room.
Of course, it doesn’t actually serve any special function, rely to show off.
Thus, throughout Hogwarts, apart from Mr. Filch, you wouldn’t find anyone as simplistic as "Professor Graves".
Even Hagrid, who once had his wand broken, continued using magic, albeit cautiously. Although no one would constantly watch him, the Ministry of Magic had indeed made a decision; even Dumbledore wouldn’t protest openly—
Except that decree has been overturned; through the case of the Arnian old wizard and Lockhart, Dumbledore conveniently pinned the recent Secret Chamber incident on Lockhart and cleared Hagrid’s na, since the creature was not the Acromantula as initially suspected.
Otherwise, given Hagrid’s status, becoming a professor wouldn’t be simple.
And William was completely certain from here—cut open Dumbledore and half of him would be dark; the so-called greatest White Lord of the twentieth century? Bah!
But now the problem lies in front of William—seriously, are you planning to teach them math and science?
Looking at the crowd of wizards around, who were still sowhat bewildered and excited as they leafed through their textbooks, a subtle trace of pity flashed in William’s eyes; math, physics, and chemistry... such things...
Seeing everyone had received their books, the old man didn’t hurry, instead slowly walked to the side of the classroom. With a pull of a thin cord by the wall, the entire room instantly plunged into darkness.
Blanketed in darkness, the little wizards found themselves in chaos, but William didn’t move; he rely confird his hypothesis within.
Is this old man truly unable to use magic?
He didn’t suspect the old man was a Muggle; after all, he previously sensed a strong Dark Arts aura from him. Though the sense vanished now for so reason, it didn’t change his prior judgnt—the old man undoubtedly was a master of the Dark Arts.
Could it be—Grindelwald... through perusing nearly half of Dumbledore’s life’s gossip column, William effortlessly pinpointed the suspect: age fits the requirent, ethnicity fits the requirent, sensed power fits the requirent, even the "refresh" location fits—such coincidences don’t happen in this world!
When all elents converge like this, even the most unlikely outco can only be reality!
Who would’ve thought Dumbledore actually managed to quietly release Grindelwald from Nimongard Prison without alerting a single news outlet, suggesting the International Confederation of Wizards likely remains oblivious to this high-profile escape—
Yes, unlike Voldemort, a regional terrorist leader, though Grindelwald wasn’t as insane in his killings as the noseless monster, his impact was far greater than Voldemort, as Grindelwald nearly beca President of the International Confederation of Wizards. If he had succeeded back then, the subsequent influence would far surpass Voldemort’s.
Hmm...
If his conjectures are correct, he seems to hold a leverage over Dumbledore now?
... Hehe.
Recalling the embarrassnt last sester, where William, painstakingly hiding at the Headmaster’s Office, was exposed by one slip from Dumbledore, while Phineas Black laughed at him from the sidelines...
Hmm, ti to devise a way to let old Dumbledore taste this feeling.
With these thoughts, William’s lips couldn’t help but curl into a curve full of mischievousness, gazing at what seed to be Grindelwald, his deanor becoming noticeably friendlier.
...
anwhile, inside the Headmaster’s Office.
"Knock—"
Hide behind his desk, secretly munching on Sizzling Honey Candy, Dumbledore’s expression suddenly tensed. He quickly stowed the candy up his sleeve, maintaining eye contact forward, then sat upright, his voice calm, "Co in."
"Headmaster, the Ministry of Magic—"
Minerva McGonagall rushed in, her stride brisk, her tone urgent. But upon seeing Dumbledore, suspicion flashed across her face, followed by a touch of annoyance that quietly climbed her cheeks. The abrupt change in expression made Dumbledore’s heart tighten.
"Albus, were you sneaking candy again?"
McGonagall’s lips appeared taut, yet her voice was featherlight.
"Oh, Minerva, what are you saying? Of course not, I was just..."
Dumbledore’s face showed a subtly detectable embarrassnt, yet he firmly shook his head, his tone calmly unwavering.
"Before you deny it, I suggest you clean your beard—"
"What!?"
Dumbledore reflexively touched his mouth corner but instantly realized he was caught.
Just as expected, seeing Dumbledore’s move, Professor ow’s previously uncertain expression sank starkly. She tossed her docunts onto the desk, hands on hips, voice losing its prior calm, "Albus, the healer from St Mungo’s said—"
"... Minerva! Spare !"
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