A Magical Hogwarts

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After seeing off Missandei and her party, William and Hermione walked along the corridor towards the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

There are still many things to do in Austria, and Soros and the others naturally cannot stay here forever.

After helping to testify, he immediately used the official door key to leave.

When he came to the lobby, William found that the reporters who had just blocked the two had disappeared.

It seems that they should have been driven away by Fudge.

Unexpectedly, William and Hermione saw Mr. Weasley and Malfoy next to the fountain statue in the hall.

The two were confronting each other again, but because of the wizards around, they barely fought each other, but the confrontation between lips and tongues became more and more intense.

Malfoy stared at Mr. Weasley and asked coldly:

"What are you doing here, Arthur?"

"I'll be wherever I want!" said Mr. Weasley sullenly.

"Isn't your office on the second floor?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, "You can't even stand three people in that little broken office."

"What's your business?!" Arthur glared at him. "Your manor is indeed big enough to hide a lot of Death Eaters, right?"

Malfoy glared at him and sneered: "Just a reminder, don't go against Minister Fudge.

Otherwise, you may not be able to keep even your poorly paid job. "

Malfoy looked at the fountain next to him.

At the bottom of the pool of the famous magic fountain, there were many gleaming silver siko and copper nut, and a small stained sign beside it read:

All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Malfoy pretended to be surprised:

"Arthur, don't you want to steal Nat from the fountain to supplement your family?"

Mr. Weasley's face was flushed, and he was about to rebuke him when he heard a voice not far away.

"No, Mr. Weasley is donating to St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry to treat your master's hand injury."

"Who?!" Malfoy turned around, but when he saw who was coming, his face quickly wilted.

Seeing William and Hermione walking side by side, William continued:

"Malfoy, how is old Tom? Is the wound on his hand any better?"

"How dare you...!"

"How dare you call your master by his name?" William chuckled, "I almost killed him that night.

how?

you forgot? "

Malfoy took a few steps back, a look of horror on his face.

He felt like a dream when he thought of the night at the cemetery.

The Dark Lord actually fought back and forth with the young wizard in front of him, and even got a little injured.

Is the Dark Lord getting weaker, or is Stark just too strong?

"Don't be afraid, I was also trying to avenge you that night." William's mouth curled into a smile:

"I saw the soles of Voldemort's feet, rubbing against your hair... by the way, your scalp, don't you get athlete's foot?"

Mr. Weasley opened his mouth slightly, looking shocked.

Good guy, you keep your hair so shiny every day, and you mock others for being bald... It turns out that your hair is a "virgin land" for mysterious people.

Specifically for him to rub.

Malfoy's face showed anger, and he didn't know whether it was William William's words or because Weasley heard it in person.

He quibble: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't know..." William stared into Malfoy's eyes and said bluntly: "What are you doing at the Ministry of Magic?"

Malfoy lowered his head deliberately to avoid William's sight, then shook his pocket again, the gold crunching inside.

"Of course it's some personal business with Minister Fudge, and it has nothing to do with you, Stark!"

Malfoy turned and walked away, giving William no chance of Legilimency.

Looking at his back, William suddenly spoke, neither light nor heavy:

"That diary... is very important to him, as important as life!"

Malfoy staggered, glanced at William in panic, and hurried away.

"See?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"No, he's very vigilant, probably knowing that I'll be dementing," William said.

Voldemort had a new mission, and it was given to Malfoy before he would come to Minister Fudge.

But Snape has been investigating for a long time without getting any information.

Malfoy obviously knew Occlumency, and knew better to avoid eye contact.

But it doesn't matter, Malfoy's little handle is still in William's hand.

That's the diary!

Malfoy must have no idea what a diary was, or else he would have been thrown into Hogwarts.

But that didn't stop him from being afraid.

After all, it was a valuable item that Voldemort handed over to Malfoy and asked him to take good care of it, and it must be extraordinary to be able to open the secret room.

And now, it's destroyed!

In Malfoy's heart, how could he not be afraid, but even more afraid that one day Lao Fu suddenly asked:

Where's my diary?

And William was deliberately reminding Malfoy that the diary was important, adding to his fears.

Even with William's deliberate reminder, Malfoy may not be able to investigate that the diary is a Horcrux.

After all, even Regulus could find out, so why couldn't Lucius?

If Malfoy knew that he had lost the Dark Lord's Horcrux, what would he do?

Report this to the Dark Lord?

Of course not, Malfoy cared more about himself and the lives of his wife and children.

He tried his best to hide it.

Of course William wouldn't tell Voldemort about this, but he could use this secret to get hold of Malfoy.

"As the sky grows gloomier, a vigilant night follows.

With the help of servants, the ruthless Dark Lord will rise again.

Coldness breeds resentment, and resentment breeds betrayal.

When the three traitors appear, there must be death... Death is behind..."

Two years ago, Professor Trelawney made this prediction, and William still remembers it.

From now on, the Dark Lord has risen again, and the servant who helps him is Wormtail.

But Wormtail was already little Tom's man, and he betrayed Voldemort.

Three traitors appeared... Two of them, William thought for a long time, thought it was Wormtail and Professor Snape.

As for who the third is, he has not yet figured out.

But here comes the problem. Prophecy is illusory, and sometimes you even need to create it yourself.

During the White Dragon Incident in Venice, the **** of death sent a dream to William, telling him that the Holy Grail was burning at the bottom of the tomb.

But in fact, the Holy Grail did not wait there all the time, but William and Hermione "actively" brought the Holy Grail there.

There is a subjective initiative here.

The same, since William doesn't know who the third traitor is, create one himself!

Even if it is finally found that the third traitor is not Lucius, it can still coerce the other party and get some benefits.

William is also a master at controlling people's hearts.

He is old PUA!

Just then, Professor Snape appeared, and he strode over, his black robe fluttering ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ like a big bat.

There was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had never been in such a happy mood.

Mr. Weasley hurried up to meet him and asked anxiously, "Professor, how is Harry?"

"He's in the back, you go ask!" Snape walked away quickly, as if he wanted to find a place where no one was there and enjoy the pleasure.

Harry did come out, but he had a lifeless look on his face, and he seemed lost as he walked.

He tripped over the steps of the fountain and fell straight into the water.

What the hell!

Looking at Harry like this, wouldn't he really be expelled?

Mr. Weasley rushed over to drag him out of the water and asked, "Harry, how's it going?"

Harry whimpered, "I don't know what to do, the future is dark."

"Have you been fired?" William frowned.

"No, but worse!" Harry covered his face:

"I'd rather be expelled from the Ministry of Magic! Snape, the beast, he was just in the courtroom... to me... woohoo."

Harry burst into tears, as if Professor Snape had done something amazing to him.

"Harry, don't do this, you have to stand up!" Mr. Weasley comforted.

But Harry just sobbed, unable to speak at all.

At this time, several jury wizards passed by, and Mr. Weasley quickly grabbed one of the familiar wizards and asked what happened.

The other party quickly described it with rapturous expressions.

After William heard it, he was also an expert.

Snape defended Harry while socially dying him.

This is the real old PUA master!

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