Chapter 330 It’s Chaos

The Room of Requirement, a small room summoned by the twins.

Three people who ranked among the top ten in Gryffindor rankings for Professor McGonagall's biggest headaches were chatting here, and the atmosphere was harmonious, as if netizens who had been chatting and bragging for many years met offline.

Although they had not chatted before, Sirius's name had been slandered in the newspapers for more than half a year.

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting."

Although it is a bit disappointing that the Marauder's Map may have fallen into Dumbledore's hands through the hands of Professor William, the loopholes in the management of administrator Filch still remain in the revised school rules. The number of loopholes that can be exploited is endless.

"So, after all, you still have the advantage of tacit understanding. No matter how hard we tried back then, we couldn't do what you did - Lupine was too behind."

When he heard that the two of them had tacitly agreed to steal the Marauder's Map from Filch's loot, Sirius couldn't help but speak out.

A good relationship means a good relationship. Lupine was the most fooled when he was playing pranks because he didn't run away - mainly because Lupine was a prefect and he was a bit forward-looking and hesitant in everything he did.

But what can be done? Is it possible that when the Internet cafe is open for hacking, the person who cheats the most will be kicked out in the next game?

It can't be done, he still has to let him do it.

"Professor Lupin? Probably like Ron?"

Sirius let go, and the twins were naturally not bad either - "You don't know, Mr. Black, Ron, that little idiot, is simply..."

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"Mr. Potter!"

Harry was on pins and needles now, the light projected from Professor McGonagall's glasses in front of him was simply killing.

He could only try to lower his head lower, and lower again, to show that he had realized his mistake.

"Professor Snape is very angry now - he has been ranting in my office for a quarter of an hour!"

"Those three children are still lying in the school hospital without waking up! You are only in the third year, Potter!"

First Sirius Black, then Harry Potter, she even felt that she needed to drink a potion to stay calm, otherwise she would be so angry that she would pass out.

"I'm not using dark magic, Professor..."

Harry said aggrievedly in a low voice - Merlin's socks were blocked by Malfoy and the others, and it was not him who took the initiative to cause trouble!

Although it is a bit excessive to beat three people to the hospital, but it has been so long, how could they not wake up!

"You still want to use dark magic?"

"I've never studied the dark arts, Professor!"

Harry, who suddenly remembered the warning, quickly defended - 'Absolutely draw a clear line between black magic and black magic. Even if you really know how to use it, don't use it! ’

Professor McGonagall stared at Harry for a long time with a scrutinizing eye, and did not stop until the sound of footsteps came from outside.

"Anyway, it's too much, Potter, you are not dueling."

Professor McGonagall's tone suddenly softened - this made Harry suddenly doubt the identity of the person who had just left.

But the most important thing now is obviously not this, but to avoid more serious punishment. This is a nonsense the twins usually talk about when they relax after training, but for some reason, it pops up now.

When Malfoy and the others came to provoke him, they were talking about Sirius cleaning up with Filch. However, after Goyle threatened him with his wand, Harry subconsciously fought back.

Then it became what it is now.

"How on earth did you do that?"

"Goyle made the first move. He seemed to be using the Obstacle Curse, and then I subconsciously used the Disarming Curse."

Harry answered directly and subconsciously.

"Disarming spell?"

Can a disarming spell hurt someone like this?

"The wand flew over, but Crabbe tried to use a curse that I couldn't identify, and then I ducked and fired another disarming spell."

"While they were in confusion trying to grab the wand, I gave Malfoy a disarming spell as he pulled out the wand - he was slower in pulling out the wand, which gave him a chance."

"All three disarming spells were successful, how did they get injured?"

"They wanted to use their fists, Professor. So I just..."

The most basic training in the wizarding world is to fight those with wands and those without wands - in the British wizarding world, wands are not open to any non-wizard creatures. As a professional professor, William has naturally taught this.

Even for a third-year student, the lack of strength and numerous obstacles are enough to trap a large number of magical creatures to death.

There is no way, why is Harry the most talented student in this area that William can find, and he has worked hard on theory this year?

Theory must be transformed into practice, and only after experiment can it continue to develop - this is not entirely William's favoritism. The principal, deputy principal, and minister of magic have all raised the issue of Harry's safety at school. As a self-defense professor, how can he refuse? ? After much deliberation, I can only work on the strength of the students.

Sirius's threat was there. He couldn't hide it when teaching people. That's not what a professor should do!

As for the fact that Sirius' threat was canceled later - could he wipe out the strength that people have developed?

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"Ah sneeze!"

In the classroom, William sneezed, and then continued to watch a group of sixth- and seventh-grade children dumbfounded.

After discovering that something was wrong, he immediately cast a marking spell on the child who was making excuses, and followed the clues all the way to this classroom.

After learning the excuses of these children, he felt bad.

‘Isn’t it just that the lower grades have to take one less exam, why do you guys make such a fuss out of a molehill? ’

"If you continue to be so leisurely, I'm not sure if you need more homework - okay, let's go back to the lounge!"

After the verbal threat, he left the classroom expressionlessly.

Something like this happened in the sixth and seventh grade - as expected, it was because of too little homework.

"The upperclassmen are causing trouble, what about the lowerclassmen?"

Sighing, William thought of the two careless masters again - the twins had not caused trouble for a while, and judging from the time pattern, they should be plotting something again.

"Ah sneeze!"

He couldn't help but sneeze again, and after briefly checking himself to confirm that he was not cursed, he walked towards the Room of Requirement suspiciously.

Since the two idiots sold him the map, what they were planning to plot was probably in the Room of Requirement, a place not shown on the map - William used the Disguise Charm to investigate the traces left by their preparations many times, and judged the matter. If it is not serious, we will not take care of it. After the incident, we will directly arrest it through other channels. It has always worked.

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"Calm down, Phineas."

In the headmaster's room, Dumbledore was trying to comfort the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black - the former headmaster was almost roaring at this moment.

"How did Narcissa Black teach her children?"

His voice was extremely penetrating, "The Malfoys dare to say that the Blacks are poor street sweepers?"

"While the reputation of the Black family is spreading throughout the wizarding world, the Malfoys are still thinking about how to use smallpox against their tenants! Those upstarts dare to laugh at the Black family!"

"Their inferior blood!"

"..."

"Those nouveau riche...!"

"..."

Dumbledore was careful not to remind the former headmaster that Draco Malfoy was technically Black.

If this theory is not true, then Voldemort himself is a Muggle-born wizard.

If these words were said out loud, the former headmaster's voice could probably be raised higher, but at that time it would be difficult to appease the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts.

Although as the current principal, he has the right to shut up the oil painting, Dumbledore will not do it unless he has to - the other portraits are still helping to persuade the old man to calm down.

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"Catch what's going on or not?"

At the door of the Room of Requirement, William became entangled - he would definitely be able to catch him if he caught him, but don't think about catching him in the Room of Requirement in the future, but if he didn't catch him, it would probably be difficult to use this place again.

Not to mention that the twins will be promoted to sixth grade after this school year and most likely will not choose his class. However, there is a matter of arresting people in the Room of Requirement. It is probably about to be exposed. Those two stupid children are not that stupid. They will catch them a few more times to learn. You are smart enough to understand why you need to change places.

'Speaking of which, they are almost finished fifth grade. Students are growing up really fast...'

William sighed, and then opened the door to the Room of Requirement.

'But it's still close - normally I should try to get the house to reject me...'

He shook his head and pointed his wand inside, "Okay, the prank is over, it's time to go to confinement!"

The three people in the room looked back at him at the same time, making William stunned for a moment - why is there one more person?

"We're not playing pranks, Professor!"

The twins surrendered instantly, leaving Sirius stunned for a moment.

Did you just say that you don't care even if Professor McGonagall comes? Why did a professor come and you two just...

"You are here too, Mr. Black."

William glanced around and made sure there were no crucibles or alchemy vessels around, and then he sat down with peace of mind - it was good that the children had not invented anything.

It's not that William dislikes them - these two children are simply experimenting with their lives.

Although the two of them are smart enough, their foundation is really poor, and they don't even understand some of the most basic things.

As a professional pharmacist, William knew very well that this was a matter of risking his life on the success rate.

They may succeed once or twice, or even countless times, but one failure is enough for them to lose their lives - not to mention that the two of them are even experimenting on themselves, even for wizards, this is A sign of disdain for longevity.

There are many wizards who die in laboratories every year. William does not want his students to become one of the cases. If possible, he also wants to reduce the school's talent supply to Azkaban.

"We just briefly talked about the experiment!"

Before William could ask a question, George rushed to answer, "Mr. Black is willing to provide us with a fund - we have a great deal!"

"Of course, after we graduate." Fred added, "We have clearly realized our shortcomings in basic aspects and are working hard to learn."

This is not a lie. Judging from the papers over the past six months, the progress of the two has been quite obvious.

"That's right, we had a great talk."

Sirius smoothed things over for the twins - they had talked about what they would do after graduation, and he also promised to provide some necessary help to them, but that was only a small part of the exchange.

"It's pretty good. If you can make up for your shortcomings, the business won't be too bad. Isn't there a joke shop in Hogsmeade?"

"Then you are still unwilling to invest in us..."

The two of them half changed the subject and half complained.

"The impact on subsequent students is too bad. There are not many students who have the ability to choose novel careers. Blind pursuit is not a good thing for them -"

"As for the rate of return, it doesn't really matter to me. I can't give students too much wrong perceptions."

William spread his hands and explained a little.

The salary at Hogwarts is not too high but not too low either. He now has room and board at the school, so he doesn't need any money at all. He can even use the school's experimental materials, which usually only cost Galleons. Snacks, but how many are they?

He doesn't indulge in cocktail parties or anything like that, and his expenses aren't big at all. He actually already has a sum of galleons in his hand.

And in a few days, when he can get through the elixir of happiness, he won't need to worry about money anymore.

Even if the potion is stuck there and there is no progress, after a few more years as a professor, he can apply for a piece of land to build his own house like the employees of the Ministry of Magic. Without this, the remaining expenses are not expenses at all.

Although as far as he knew, there were many single professors who found it troublesome and did not receive this benefit, but he certainly did not dislike it.

"Well, you always do..."

The two responded helplessly, and then secretly exchanged a look - passed!

William noticed the secretive exchanges between the two, but was too lazy to care.

Three people whose daily tasks are related to the project of confinement come together to talk about investment? Who are you fooling!

However, considering the fact that the twins were not ready to continue those messy experiments recently, he decided to turn a blind eye - there were also graduated alumni, so Sirius couldn't let Sirius see the joke.

After talking about random things, they left the Room of Requirement.

Probably to pretend to be more like them, the conversation on the road was still about the items in the joke shop and the twins' opinions on them and their ideas for improvement.

William occasionally mentioned some important points, such as experimental animals, the formula of antidote, etc., which could be considered as a reminder to the two children, saving them more detours.

Sirius was not idle either. He followed the twins' thoughts completely, and even thought of some key issues before the twins.

The group of people chatted more and more happily, until Harry suddenly appeared in the corridor.

"professor?"

Harry looked at this unlikely combination hesitantly, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Professor McGonagall asked me to do the detention."

Harry said, but his eyes kept drifting to Sirius.

"I met two kids today. We talked about a lot of things."

Sirius patted the twins' shoulders cheerfully, smiling brightly.

‘Your generation is in chaos, right? ’