A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1024 The Youngest Wisengamour

According to Ferenczer:

At the center of the Cygnus constellation is a supermassive black hole that emits powerful radiation when stimulated.

This ejected energy, attracting and combining with the most powerful interstellar medium, can give birth to something even more powerful...

Without Ferenczer going into too much detail, William already knows... Whether this black hole is legitimate or not is another matter, but it's definitely very powerful.

However, according to him, the anomaly in Hydra is related to the recent Cygnus event.

That year, the centaurs observed that ε Hydra was getting brighter and brighter, even surpassing the brightness of the heart of Hydra.

Assuming the centaur's prophecy is correct, in hindsight, the Hydra event should correspond to Tom.

Because it was precisely on that night that Little Tom broke free from the diary and completed his resurrection from Horcrux to body.

According to Ferenczes's recent observations, the anomaly in Hydra many years ago was actually influenced by Cygnus.

An ancient and powerful force is slowly reviving.

If viewed in context, this suggests that Tom's resurrection was not an accident, but rather the result of interference from a more powerful force.

After much thought, William could only interpret it in this way.

After all, the horsemen never reveal everything; they prefer to leave things unsaid.

Of course, Ferencze's prediction seems more like a ploy to solicit funding.

In particular, he proposed building a large telescope so that he could observe the stars more closely and arrive at more accurate answers.

I have the design drawings, but after looking at the budget, wow... it will probably cost around 50,000 Galleons.

Just before the start of the semester, Professor Trelawney approached Professor McGonagall and told her that she had invented a method of divination using alcohol.

In the words of this old drunkard:

"This is a groundbreaking creation, the greatest method of divination in the history of prophecy."

Not only is it highly accurate, but it also has a long prediction time...

For the sake of all wizards, Professor Trelawney needs a winery.

Look... other people don't even mention buying alcohol, that's such a narrow-minded approach. She's solving the problem directly from the source!

Let's set up our own winery and specialize in producing sherry.

Seeing Ferenze and Trelawney making exorbitant demands, William thought that asking for 70,000 to 80,000 Galleons for funding wasn't a big deal.

So during the dinner, he planned to inform Professor McGonagall of this reasonable request and ask the board of trustees to approve it immediately, lest they be ungrateful...

However, he never got a chance to speak because Hagrid started crying during the dinner.

Could it be that he also wants to scam... oops, I mean, get an advance on the funds?

Hagrid, an honest man, would never do such a thing. He was heartbroken because his Aragog was dying.

Professor Flitwick, who was sitting to the side, immediately expressed his concern.

In particular, he heard that Aragog was a fifty-year-old soul beast... oops, an old eight-eyed giant spider.

It should be noted that, thanks to William's efforts, the news that the eight-eyed giant spider could replenish kidney essence had already spread far and wide.

The black market is extremely expensive now, with prices several times higher.

And the longer the storage time, the better the effect...

If you take it for fifty years, wouldn't you immediately become incredibly vigorous?

Professor Flitwick claimed he didn't need it, but he had a friend who wasn't in good health...

Professor Slughorn was also so excited that he lost his composure.

He wasn't too concerned about whether or not it was good for his kidneys, after all, he was over a hundred years old, and even if he liked that kind of thing, his body really couldn't take it anymore.

But the venom of those eight-eyed giant spiders can now be bought for a pint of one or two hundred gallons.

The longer the aging period, the higher the quality and the more expensive it is.

Slughorn wanted to stock up on some and then make some extra money.

So, throughout the entire dinner, Flitwick and Professor Slughorn were concerned about Aragog's health.

Let's toast, hoping it stays healthy forever (or dies young).

After the dinner, William fulfilled his duties as president of the boys' council by sending the students back home before going to the principal's office.

Upon arriving at the office, they were surprised to find that the principal was not there.

Photos of Hogwarts' past headmasters and principals hang on the wall. They usually pretend to be asleep when students arrive.

But they were so familiar with William that they didn't even bother with formalities and chatted away.

Don't assume that all the former principals are highly respected, concerned about national affairs, or worried about the country and its people.

But in private, he's actually quite frivolous.

William had previously seen a portrait of a school principal writing in his diary, and the content was basically similar to what Ji Lao wrote, so he thought he should "get in touch with more girls."

What else could William say?

Low emotional intelligence naturally makes someone a lecherous old man, while high emotional intelligence is naturally... genuine and unpretentious!

Upon seeing William, Phineas Black said slyly:

"The headmaster has gone out, Shit! He wants you to wait for him at Hogsmeade."

William rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think I'm blind?"

There was a Pensieve on the table, and Dumbledore was obviously watching porn in it again.

"Is Harry in there too?" he wondered.

The portrait of the former headmaster, Armando Dippert, says, "Yes, Dumbledore said you can go straight in after you arrive!"

William nodded and walked toward the Pensieve.

"Shit, where is my great-grandson? I haven't seen him for a year and a half!" Phineas Black asked again.

Although Sirius's name was removed from the family tree by his mother, Phoenix, as the last male in the Black family, still quite liked this great-grandson.

William gave him the middle finger and said, "He's on a classified mission."

After he finished speaking, his body disappeared into the air and entered the Pensieve.

If Harry were in there, Dumbledore would definitely be showing him Tom's past right now.

Sure enough, after William landed on the ground again, he found himself in a familiar room.

The layout was incredibly familiar, because this was Slughorn's office.

However, this was a scene from fifty years ago.

At that time, Slughorn was still very young, and Voldemort was even more immature, only sixteen years old.

The memory was coming to an end, and the students got up to leave, while Tom deliberately lagged behind.

After everyone had left, Slughorn urged:

"Hurry up, Tom, you don't want to get caught outside during lights-out time, do you? You're the prefect..."

"Sir, I'd like to ask you something."

"Then ask quickly, child, ask quickly..."

"Sir, I would like to ask if you know anything about... Horcruxes."

Suddenly, thick fog filled the room, memories began to swirl, and Slughorn and Tom's figures disappeared.

William had seen this memory long ago, and the smoke was a trace of Slughorn's clumsy alteration of it.

He concealed his true memories and gave Dumbledore a modified, false set of memories.

Sure enough, after the smoke cleared, Slughorn angrily and righteously rebuked:

"Tom, I know nothing about Horcruxes, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Get out of here now, and don't let me hear you mention it again!"

William waited silently until the memory ended before walking toward the principal.

Dumbledore had noticed him long ago and smiled, "William, you've come at the right time. I'm just revisiting this secret from the past with Harry."

Harry, engrossed in his reading, only then noticed William. He exclaimed excitedly, "William! How was your Christmas holiday? I saw the newspaper; Voldemort attacked you. Hope nothing happened..."

"It's fine," William smiled. "There's nothing seriously wrong, don't worry."

Harry spent this time at Snape's house.

I didn't see him at the dinner party either. I guess he was just brought here by Professor Snape and then called to the headmaster's office by Dumbledore.

After chatting with Harry for a while, William took the initiative to ask:

"Professor, is there something you need from me?"

"I remember you were the youth representative of Wizengamo, weren't you?" Dumbledore said.

William was taken aback, not expecting Dumbledore to bring this up suddenly. He nodded and said, "Yes."

In his third year, William became the British youth representative for Wissengamo.

At the time, William was vacationing in Paris when Newt was arrested. Dumbledore quickly gave him the identity to extradite Newt.

"Your status as a youth representative is probably coming to an end," Dumbledore said calmly.

William raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore didn't keep him in suspense; he went straight to the point:

Voldemort continued to assassinate members of the Wizengamot.

Before summer arrives, I will suggest that you fill the vacancy and become a member of Wizengamo!

Harry, standing to the side, gaped. Eighteen-year-old Wizengamot... this was simply unprecedented.

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(End of this chapter)