HP: Professor From Azkaban

"So, why do we have to dress like this?"

William, wrapped tightly in a grey hooded cloak, asked Adams beside him with some frustration. As for the Alchemy professor who had come with them, William gave up asking. The latter had his face completely wrapped in bandages, clearly enjoying the outfit.

"You don't understand, William. It's the rule. The Hog's Head Pub is known for using bandages and cloaks to conceal identities."

You're wizards, aren't you?!

Can't you just use some magical disguise?

Although such complaints rose in his mind, William quickly understood why. Compared to magic, the Muggle method was much easier to execute and harder to detect.

If he casually used a high-level transfiguration spell to disguise himself and then ordered a drink that everyone recognized, well, like Professor Dumbledore… What would he be doing there?

"Wait a minute, William, make sure your wand is hidden properly. Don't leave it in such an obvious spot. It's convenient, but the people in the bar won't be too fond of it." Adams, having finished fixing his own makeup, began to advise William on his appearance.

William obediently moved his wand to a more concealed but equally accessible spot, prompting a bemused expression from Adams.

"You guys, uh, do you teach self-defense with such a sense of urgency?"

"I'm used to it. It's better to keep my wand in a spot I can easily reach."

"Alright, well, here's the bandage. Wrap it up." Adams handed him a fresh roll of bandages. "Try not to use magical bandages. One person almost strangled themselves after getting drunk and using one."

"Do I really need the bandage?"

William looked at the bandages with disdain. He figured just covering up with a cloak would be enough. What difference did it make? Wrapping up like a mummy?

"Need the bandage?" The Alchemy professor's bandages shifted as he spoke, creating an unintentional comical effect. "William, you've probably forgotten what you've done. Do you want to guess why I'm covering my face?"

Professor Singed, you know, the cheekier you act, the less hair you have. Those hairs were cursed, weren't they? William internally complained but just smiled, clearly not intending to engage further.

During yesterday afternoon's exam, he had managed to fail the Slytherin and Gryffindor students, achieving a complete wipeout.

Although the barely noticeable system didn't provide any prompts, it still felt like he had just cleared a dungeon.

As he had predicted, without the test papers, it was impossible to leak the difficult questions, and from the scores, it was clear that these students hadn't even heard from students in the other two houses that there was an exam in the first lesson!

Unfortunately, the students he failed still had Transfiguration class that afternoon. To make it easier for professors to prepare, classes for the same year were usually scheduled on the same day.

This really made Professor McGonagall anxious. During dinner, she intentionally sat next to William, and the two of them discussed the exam for over a minute.

This was just the professors. On the student side, things had escalated into a full argument.

William had heard from people in Azkaban about a strange social hierarchy at Hogwarts. Ravenclaw prided itself on being the intellectual house, looking down on Slytherin for its bloodline obsession and on Gryffindor for being impulsive. The only house they got along with was Hufflepuff.

Slytherin, however, didn't get along with anyone. They looked down on everyone.

As for Gryffindor, they had a deep rivalry with Slytherin and didn't look down on anyone else; except they followed the crowd and didn't think much of Hufflepuff, but when it came to Slytherin, they were ready to clash to the death.

Hufflepuff was at the very bottom of the social hierarchy, but everyone was willing to hang out with Hufflepuff; just like in games, where no one likes playing as support, but when support comes over to buff you and keep you safe, it's actually a lot of fun.

At first, William had thought that this view from the prison was a bit biased, but last night, he truly realized that while the statement might have been a bit extreme, it captured the essence perfectly. It was fortunate that Professor McGonagall came to the dining hall last night, or else a fight would have broken out in the hall.

Slytherin, like a map cannon, first picked a fight with Gryffindor, then with Ravenclaw. Even though the professors were sitting right above them, they still started throwing black bread at each other. It wasn't until Professor McGonagall stood up and shouted that they stopped, otherwise, someone might have drawn their wands.

When Professor McGonagall announced the punishment for the students who had been involved in the fight, Adams finally explained to William why it had happened.

"Slytherin students don't really care about their grades. As long as they're not expelled and can graduate smoothly, they'll go home and take over the family fortune. Ravenclaw usually does better, but yesterday, every one of them failed. Slytherin students would have been crazy not to mock them."

"You've only been here a short time, William, but the infighting in Slytherin is worse than in any other house. The last few years, due to Professor Snape's bias, their house points have been high. They've been first place for several years, and last year, they lost it by accident. They were so angry that it was no surprise they started a fight."

"…"

Regarding the incident yesterday, although Professor McGonagall had suppressed it with strict measures, the students clearly wouldn't just let it go.

There would be private discussions, arguments, and mocking; it was inevitable. They probably wouldn't start another fight, though.

As the cause of all this, although William had just been administering a normal exam and grading normally, it wouldn't be good for him to be seen out drinking.

Because you failed all the students, and then they fought, and you went out drinking to celebrate?

That doesn't make sense; especially since seventh-year students at Hogwarts usually have light coursework, often going out on internships. If someone happened to see him and talked about it afterward, the students might start fighting again.

Although it wasn't the professors' fault, and they wouldn't be blamed for the trouble, such conflicts still needed to be avoided.

'I saw the professor go out to drown his sorrows in alcohol, and look what you've done to him. Is this really how you behave?'

If such excuses were used to provoke fighting and reported by the students, William felt he would be annoyed for days.

***

Thinking about it, William began to try wrapping himself in the bandages. It was like preparing for a masquerade, better than being seen by students and provoking a fight.

"Ha ha~ Pfft, haha!"

"What's wrong?"

"Ha ha ha, William, look in the mirror!"

Adams pulled out a mirror and held it in front of William. In the reflection, a mummy wrapped in a black robe was shaking comically.

This made William quickly pull up his hood. Okay, with his head covered, he looked pretty normal now.

When the product doesn't work, you go for the pretty packaging, if the makeup isn't good, put on the cloak; it's the same principle.

"Let's go, or we'll be late coming back."

Following the principle of 'as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's the other person's problem,' William led the way out.

"Wait, wait! Don't go that way. Hogwarts has a few secret passages that the students don't know about. Many professors use them to leave. I'll guide you!"

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