Professors Really Can Do Whatever They Want!

early morning,

Ravenclaw dining table

William leaned the notebook against the milk jug, eating the legendary "stargazing" while reading the contents of the notebook.

Looking up at the starry sky truly lived up to England's reputation for terrible cuisine. William had only taken one bite of sardines when he suddenly shuddered, his brain went blank for five seconds, and then he came to his senses.

Wow, that's exciting!

Hermione took a bite of her salad bread and glanced at William with a puzzled look.

William rarely reads while eating, and what he does read is... Ancient Runes for third graders?

William's level of expertise is like a college graduate suddenly picking up elementary school textbooks and studying them seriously.

This is very unusual.

Sensing the girl's gaze, William mumbled, "I suddenly wanted to take a look; it seems quite interesting."

"I wonder which professor teaches our Ancient Runes?" Hermione said, sipping her milk, a white ring around her lips.

"Professor Sprout substituted for sixth grade, Professor McGonagall for fifth grade, and you are Professor Flitwick."

Following this order, we are very likely Professor Snape.

Hermione wiped her mouth, looking unhappy. "I'd rather it be Professor McGonagall than Professor Snape."

"Because he doesn't give you a chance to answer questions?" William couldn't help but laugh.

"That's because he's biased; he only ever asks Harry questions," Hermione said, pursing her lips.

"I wonder when Professor Babbling will return from United States; I've heard she's the best teacher."

"She's not coming back... well, at least not this year." William looked up and asked, "Hermione, who would you like to have Ancient Runes?"

"As long as it's not Snape or Professor Trelawney."

Snape didn't give Hermione a chance to answer questions, and Trelawney was the professor she hated most.

"I need to rack up points. Gryffindor has deducted too many unnecessary House Points... I still want the House Cup." Hermione also pulled out her Ancient Runes.

"I heard Professor McGonagall say that when I first entered the school," William laughed. "It's been said for many years. Come to think of it, Gryffindor hasn't won the House Cup in eight years."

So, just think about the House Cup, don't take it too seriously.

"That's because there are always unexpected events. I'll definitely work hard to get high marks in the Ancient Runes, just you wait!"

Hermione waved her fist and gave the boy a harmless glare.

"How about we make a bet?" William's eyes were captivating as he chuckled softly, "Hermione, I bet you... if you don't get more than ten in this class, or I'll admit defeat!"

"What's wrong?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "You've already heard that Professor Snape is teaching?"

"I'm sure he won't go to class," William explained.

"Trelawney dropped out of school in first grade to attend a 'homeschooling magic school,' so she's definitely not going to teach you Ancient Runes..."

Hermione's eyes darted around, and she said eagerly, "Alright! As long as it's not them, you're doomed to lose. I don't believe I can't even get ten points!"

Hermione studied with William for a long time and basically taught herself all the Ancient Runes for third graders.

This is another very difficult course. When the teacher asks a question, if she raises her hand, she's guaranteed to get a high score.

Hermione asked confidently, "What's the stake? Let's bet big!"

William, barely suppressing a laugh, said, "You...!"

"Hmm?" Hermione pouted, her eyes widened, and her face flushed like a peach blossom.

"You... decide the bet!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, gave a soft snort, and said in a tone that suggested she had William completely under her thumb, "Get the other person to do something, anything, nothing is allowed to object... Are you willing to bet?"

"Okay, just don't regret it," William said with a smile.

"I won't regret it, but I'm afraid you'll dare to agree but not to do it." Hermione proudly raised her pointed chin.

William put away his notebook and poured himself another cup of strong coffee.

He needs extra caffeine this morning, since it's his first class.

As for the bet... William owns the casino, and he's the referee too. What can Hermione possibly do against him?

William did whatever he wanted to her.

Silly girl.

After they finished breakfast, Hermione packed her books and headed towards the Ancient Runes classroom. William left with her.

"Are you going to the library?" Hermione asked.

"No... I can't go to the library lately; Madam Pince won't let me in."

Why?

"I was speaking a little too loudly in the library yesterday, so she won't let me go anymore," William mumbled.

"I'll go with you to the Ancient Runes classroom. A special teacher will be here today, and I plan to audit the class."

Ah, even William wanted to audit the classes with that special teacher...

"Could it be Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione immediately imagined.

"If it were the principal teaching the class, I might have to use Time-Turner to attend multiple classes... and I'd also need to use Polyjuice Potion to become someone else."

William smiled without saying a word.

The classroom for Ancient Runes was located at the end of the third-floor corridor, through an ebony wooden door.

The door had no handle, only a bronze bat statue hanging on the edge of the door, which looked like Golbat.

As the two approached the classroom, the bat statue suddenly opened its eyes, its mouth agape, revealing sharp teeth.

The ebony door opened automatically.

William went inside; the classroom was already sparsely populated, with only seven or eight students sitting there.

Hermione sat down in the middle of the first row. This was the typical area where top students congregated.

The other students sat in the back rows.

Everyone looked at William curiously, whispering among themselves, wondering why he was there.

Did I fail the Ancient Runes course last year and need to repeat it?

But this idea was immediately dismissed; Stark needed to be rebuilt, which was completely impossible.

Several Slytherin girls looked at Hermione with envy, wondering whether they should sit in the front row.

Five minutes before class started, the professor still hadn't arrived, and the whole classroom was buzzing with chatter, all discussing who would be filling in for them.

Everyone generally believed it was Professor Snape, and all the little snakes were extremely proud.

After a moment, the door suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall walked in.

She wore a bright green cloak, her expression serious, her eyes sharp as knives, Cleansweep the room through her square glasses.

Everyone shut up and immediately sat up straight in their seats, as quiet as a silly badger.

McGonagall said sternly, "I could hear you all arguing in my office. Your class is the loudest in the whole grade."

If I hadn't come, would you have been able to run away from the castle?!

Professor McGonagall glanced at William again and said sternly, "Mr. Stark, I know this is your first time and you lack experience, but you still need to maintain discipline."

"I understand, Professor McGonagall, I'm sorry." William stood up awkwardly and left his seat.

Professor McGonagall gently closed the door.

William took a few deep breaths and calmly walked towards the podium. By the time the bell rang, everything was ready.

Everyone stared in surprise as William walked to the podium. They seemed to realize something.

William looked around and said in a deep voice, "Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I will be temporarily taking over as the Ancient Runes teacher for the third-year students this semester..."

The classroom was completely silent. Hermione stared at William with her mouth agape in disbelief.

Her boldest idea was for Dumbledore to come to class, but she never expected it would be... William.

"Are you kidding me, William?" Seamus Finnigan shouted.

"Oh, Mr. Finnigan, I wish it were a joke. I'd prefer I'm still dreaming," William laughed.

"William, were you eavesdropping on me? I was just telling Harry and the others yesterday that it would be great if you came to class!"

Seamus Finnigan fist on the table in excitement.

They'll be so jealous of me!

William gestured for them to speak more quietly. "Keep your voices down. You wouldn't want Professor McGonagall to sit in on the class and help maintain discipline, would you?"

Everyone chuckled softly.

No one doubts William's abilities, of course, are lacking, Professor.

The Order of Merlin, the Medal of Valor, and the incident of fighting the Thunderbird on the train have already demonstrated his strength.

They couldn't wait to follow William and learn some powerful magic.

Just then,

The door opened again.

Malfoy, Pansy, and a group of people walked in.

Malfoy stared at William on the podium for five seconds, rubbed his eyes, and then walked out, glancing at the classroom number.

"Mr. Malfoy, please come in quickly. You haven't come to the wrong classroom." William glanced at his watch.

"However, you're three minutes late... I think, Slytherin... deduct ten points!"

Wow, being a teacher is pretty awesome!

At least he can deduct points from Slytherin's score.

William winked at Hermione again.

Remind her,

Don't forget,

The bet.

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