"This book, the story is fabricated, has no reference value...
"This book, the story is true, but it's useless, even a fool knows how to deal with a troll...
"This book, the story is actually true, the spell is useful, the only issue is..."
William laid Lockhart's "masterpieces" one by one on the table, then began to introduce them one by one.
"What is it?"
Dumbledore looked up, his teacup lightly clinking on the table.
"Uh, I remember the inventor of the Wolf Poison Potion got a Merlin Knight Order Medal just a few years ago?"
"Yes, five years ago. I was at the event, very beautiful purple ribbon."
"If this spell is revealed, the status of werewolves in the wizarding world will change significantly — this might be a good thing for most werewolves, but there will definitely be a batch of bad seeds, many werewolves affected by the 'aftermath' of lycanthropy become mentally unstable."
William rubbed his chin, narrowing his eyes slightly.
He's not trying to alarm people, but this Homorphus Charm spell is extremely difficult, not to mention his 'teacher' is Lockhart from a dream, so mastering this magic was as simple as swiping the wand twice for him, but...
"...So, this might bring some impact to the current order of the magic realm?"
After all, letting some bad seeds like Greyback mix into the community, once people lose that defensive mindset towards him, and once someone's charm fails, just like Lockhart — the consequences would be unimaginable.
It's not that William has a savior complex, but letting werewolves attack children?
It would be better for them to work under him, not only can they transform continuously for 365 days a year, but also enjoy the heavy-armor bonus...
"But, it can also save many good people on the verge of collapse, right?"
Dumbledore shook his head, seemingly not agreeing with William, "Moreover, the most important thing now is to confirm the authenticity of the Armenian wizard, the Ministry of Magic won't send a Merlin Knight Order Medal recipient to Azkaban just because of a dream."
While talking, the elderly man waved to Fawkes perched on the rack beside him.
The phoenix, covered in fiery red feathers, flew to the table, took the letter handed by Dumbledore, and disappeared in a burst of flames.
"So, Old Dumbledore, your choice isn't that great, Harry told me, last year's professor was an unlucky guy possessed by Voldemort, and this year is a criminal..." William raised his eyebrow, "Seriously, just let me be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—"
"I already have someone suitable for next year."
Dumbledore shook his head, the refusal words cold and ruthless, "Besides, you're already an honorary professor of the Duel Club, aren't you?"
"Tsk, you know what I want."
"You're still too young—"
"Actually, I'm over a hundred."
"Senior, who would believe that besides me?"
Dumbledore smiled.
"Tsk."
William looked displeased, grabbed Fawkes, which appeared again from a ball of fire, and pocketed it under the confused gaze of the phoenix, "I have a performance class this afternoon, hurry and get someone to catch Lockhart and send him for a Dementor kiss—"
While speaking, William quickly walked out of the Headmaster's Office, without leaving any room for Dumbledore to respond.
"Gah?"
The big bird held in William's hand tilted its head, blinking.
"Don't imitate a chicken, come back with me, I'll introduce you to a partner..."
William gently soothed the slightly agitated phoenix, quickly crossed the link between towers—a month passed, and he finally seized the chance to trick Fawkes out of the Headmaster's office, Pikachu—that little Thunderbird he took from the circus—has been in heat recently.
Good opportunity, good opportunity.
Today marks about a week since Harry woke up, during this period William has been trying to perfect the Dream Magic learned from Voldemort, and his frequent target has been the "notorious" Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, keeping Lockhart doing nightmares for five or six consecutive days, coupled with dealing with one just released from the Hospital Wing—
Thus, unsurprisingly, during the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Snape appeared on the podium again.
"...Good, put down your pens, then pass the papers from the back to the front."
As the bell rang at the end of class, Snape, sitting behind the podium, stood up. With a light gesture of his wand, everyone's quills stopped involuntarily.
Approaching the OWL exams, nearly all fifth-year classes turned into this, exams, exams, uninterrupted exams and practical exercises, time flies fast, on a Monday morning in June, William sat up from bed and stretched.
Today is the first day of the OWL exams, after breakfast, the hall was cleared out, desks arranged neatly in the center, and the subject was Charm Theory. The entire OWL exam will last two weeks, except Astronomy, all exams are theory in the morning and practical in the afternoon.
However, William would rest a lot in between, as he was a transfer student, only enrolled in a mere two elective subjects, and they're very simple—Professor McGonagall later wanted to add several more subjects for him, "This would help with your future job applications, and there's the advanced class for N.W.E.T. exams..."
But this proposal was eventually firmly rejected by William.
Among these exams, Ancient Runes was probably the most challenging for William, not because the questions were difficult, but because a certain grey-headed old man got almost angry enough to kick him out of the exam hall after seeing William's interpretation and application of a lunar magic pattern—
"Ancient Magical Text is a sacred and ancient subject, and you want to use it on a werewolf—"
The snow-haired old man turned red with anger, constantly slapping the table, his tone agitated.
"Tsk, you're being racist, huh?"
William pursed his lips, turning to Professor Babbling beside him, implying either this old man would be dismissed, or...
As William's Magic Rune professor, Professor Babbling persuaded William to enroll in her advanced class after good reasoning, and couldn't let an old man ruin it now?
Thus, the inconsequential deputy examiner became the first ever invited to leave the exam hall in Hogwarts history.
Everything else went smoothly—William soon completed all his exams, warm sunlight filtered through the window lattice onto Kabuda, and just moments ago, an examiner questioned William's description of the Niffler's behavior, which lasted until William pulled a Niffler out of his pocket.
"...Isn't this one rather special?"
Watching Kabuda finishing a triple backflip, the examiner's mouth twitched slightly.