A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Is Chapter 1022 here?

Harry has gone missing.

Without any warning or hesitation, he simply vanished from everyone's world...

William had just finished dinner when he received the message.

He went to the balcony, slowly arranged the deck chair, and lay down on it before he could calmly process the news.

People going missing is a normal occurrence; people go missing every day.

In William's previous life, one of his classmates went missing.

He didn't reappear until two weeks later. When we met again, he was already emaciated, with very dark circles under his eyes...

He later found out that he had been kept by a rich woman, and he couldn't stand it for more than a week, so he tried every means to escape.

Harry couldn't possibly have been kept by a sugar daddy, so his disappearance is quite intriguing.

The first person to discover the case was Tonks, who was on her way to change shifts at Privet Drive.

But when they couldn't find Mundungus, they turned around and found that Harry was gone too.

This was certainly not a crime committed by an acquaintance. Although Mundungus was a scoundrel who liked to steal chickens and dogs, he was still loyal to Dumbledore.

Since the person is missing, we must find him alive or dead.

William controlled the Phoenix Order's intelligence system, and under his orders, all the "little birds" were operating at high speed.

He didn't go out to search himself. When have you ever seen a leader do the work personally? At most, he just talks the talk.

The errand-running work was naturally done by the wizards below.

At William's level, the focus shifts to remote command from the central command, maintaining contact with each intelligence officer.

Actually, he wasn't too worried about Harry's safety.

Because of Lily's protective magic, Voldemort could not get close to the "home" that Harry had chosen.

That is, near Privet Road.

If Death Eaters broke into a house, there's no reason why there shouldn't be any signs of a fight at the scene.

Harry's uncle and aunt's family would also have no chance of survival, and the Dark Mark would appear in the sky.

With none of these signs present, William is more inclined to believe that Harry ran away from home on his own.

After all, this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

He's a habitual offender.

However, Harry has very few places to go.

He wasn't in either Blake's old house or the Burrow.

So...

William was 70% certain that Harry had gone to Lily's old house or Spider's End to find the truth.

After all, Harry had been busy exploring... sensational topics involving love triangles, ethics, and romance, such as "My Mother's Romantic History," "The Professor and My Mother's Relationship Is Not So Special," and "Whom Did I Inherit My Dark Hair Gene From?"

Just then, the balcony door was suddenly opened, making a slight creaking sound.

William looked over at the sound and a smile crept onto his face.

Hermione, who had just finished clearing the dishes, came over with a thick wool blanket in her hand.

It's January now, and although it hasn't snowed, the weather is still quite cold.

However, William wasn't too cold, and he shook his head slightly.

"Nicole said you're very weak after crafting the Philosopher's Stone, so you shouldn't be exposed to drafts. Listen to me!"

Without a word, Hermione covered William with the blanket.

There's a kind of coldness called "your girlfriend thinks you're cold," and William finally experienced it.

He has indeed been very weak lately.

The crafting of the magic stone consumes life force.

This experience was no less than a fierce, life-or-death battle with Voldemort.

Given William's current condition, it will take until at least Easter for him to fully recover.

However, when it comes to keeping warm, blankets are just for fun; a human body heater is the most comfortable.

It's soft, elastic, and at a comfortable temperature.

William recalled that in his previous life, when he watched the TV series "Ming Dynasty," a certain cabinet tycoon had two maids warming his bed while he slept.

Their feet were all stretched out to that softest, most mysterious area to keep warm.

William, of course, did not yearn for this wicked old society life at all; he swore it in Tom's name.

But that didn't stop him from beckoning Hermione into the blankets so they could... enjoy the snow together.

Hermione glanced around and, making sure Anne wasn't there, felt free to act without restraint.

She kicked off her shoes, rolled over, and plopped down on the extra-large, extra-long recliner.

It's actually pretty much the same as a bed; you could sleep with another girl without any problem.

Hermione first pinned William down, then, worried that he would get cold, hurriedly pulled a blanket over him.

She even carefully tucked the corner of the blanket in.

William picked Hermione up and held her in his arms, resting his chin on her head, and took her hand to rub it.

"Why are your hands so hot?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"By absorbing the magic power from the Philosopher's Stone, I can feel warm all over."

William handed over the maroon stone.

Hermione took the Philosopher's Stone and carefully played with it.

Nico didn't take it with him for the time being, but left after brewing the first batch of fresh elixir of immortality.

Now that it is still wartime, William needs this immense magic even more to fight.

It's a bit extravagant that William and Hermione are using the only existing Philosopher's Stone in the world as a hand warmer.

"It must have taken a lot of time out of him, right?" Hermione felt even more sorry for her son.

William gazed at the remaining snow along the edge of the balcony and softly comforted her:

"It's alright. When you're about to die, just take the elixir of immortality. Anyway, you have the magic stone."

Moreover, it's not that there's no way to replenish one's lifespan.

"What method?" Hermione nestled against William's chest, gazing at him curiously.

"Do you remember those nine Deathly Hallows?"

The girl nodded.

"One of them is a cauldron: it can automatically brew any potion you want without the wizard having to lift a finger!"

William said, "As long as we find this Deathly Hallow, we can obtain a potion to restore our lifespan."

"Any clues?"

"Of course," William laughed. "Dumbledore told me that all nine Deathly Hallows had appeared in the school."

It was still the era of the Big Four.

Hufflepuff is not only a master chef, but also a top potion master.

Many of the precious potions that exist today were brewed by her.

Including the elixir of immortality!

The true elixir of immortality requires the magic stone as a raw material.

Having a magic stone doesn't mean you can brew this potion.

The key lies in the cooking process.

Just like in the story of the three brothers, the eldest brother who obtained the alchemy book successfully crafted the Philosopher's Stone.

However, because there is no process for obtaining the elixir of immortality, they cannot achieve immortality.

How did the Hufflepuffs invent the steps for brewing the elixir of immortality?

If you have that crucible, you can indeed deduce the ingredients and steps involved in obtaining the potion.

This is not something that even the most skilled potions masters cannot do.

"If we can find that cauldron, we can also get the potion to keep us young!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

Her focus was rather unique, or rather, it was a concern shared by all girls.

William couldn't help but chuckle and said, "You're really thinking ahead. You're only seventeen."

However, if they do find the cauldron and combine it with the elixir of immortality, he and Hermione will not only gain longevity but also maintain their youth.

Isn't this exactly what Nico is pursuing?

Hermione curled up in his arms like a kitten, tilting her head back, and declared confidently:

"Men are all big pigs. I don't want to become an old woman decades from now, making you feel annoyed whenever you see me."

William, who was innocently targeted by the general criticism, smiled sheepishly.

Hermione squinted and suddenly asked:

"Do you like someone like Professor Barbara? She's lived for hundreds of years, yet she looks like she's eighteen?"

Faced with this potentially disastrous question, William firmly shook his head and said, "No! I only like you!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, propped herself up with one hand, and said softly, "What's hurting me?"

"Philosopher's Stone!"

"The stone is in my hand!" the girl said disdainfully.

"Oh dear... no wonder my hands are a bit cold without the Philosopher's Stone," William said, forcibly changing the subject.

"Here you go..."

Before the girl could finish speaking, William had already reached out and quietly slipped his hands inside her collar, his fingers sinking slightly in.

Its smooth, full shape made him somewhat distracted.

Hermione nestled in his arms, resting her head on his arm, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and a soft moan escaped her nose.

"No, you're too weak..."

"Try it and you'll see if it's true or not!"

Hermione's body went limp. She tilted her head back, her eyes glazed, and said:

"Right here?"

William gently bit her earlobe and said fiercely, "What else?"

Her body trembled, and she was about to object, but in the end, only a trembling voice escaped her lips:

"Ah~"

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