A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 211 This wizard is clearly weak but excessively reckless.

It took 1,500 cycles over four years.

If we include the first cycle, William has spent nearly seven years there, and he has been attending Hogwarts for almost nine years.

Keep in mind that Professor Snape only taught at this school for twelve years.

William has become the longest-serving student at Hogwarts, breaking and continuing to hold numerous records.

Of course, if there were internet and a mobile phone, William could stay for another four years without any problem... He felt that Hogwarts needed reform, and when he became the headmaster, he would definitely have to install internet access.

This is called aligning with international standards.

During this time loop, William learned a great deal, making significant progress in both ancient runes and alchemy.

He had a lot of fun, but he was also very tired, so he decided to leave.

It was another morning when William woke up, got dressed, and headed toward the Gryffindor common room.

William will have George play in his place, and while he's at it, he'll wait for Harry to appear in the Gryffindor common room and then follow him to the restricted area.

"Pig nose!" William gave the command.

The plump lady looked at William and muttered, "What are you doing in the Gryffindor common room, a Ravenclaw student?"

"Because I love Gryffindor. Our house only has one door knocker, and we lack an elegant lady like you..."

The plump lady chuckled a few times, winked, and happily opened the door.

"If all Gryffindor students were as sweet-talking as you, they would be too rude and not at all like gentlemen."

William chuckled, "I'm not just being sweet-talking, I'm just stating the facts. Haven't you heard of my nickname, 'The Honest and Reliable Young Man'?"

The plump lady winked again, contemplating whether she should apply to be stationed permanently in Ravenclaw.

William then crawled into the hole.

As long as there is a secret order, the fat lady will open the door, but she will make things difficult for students from other colleges every time they enter.

William knew how to get the fat lady to open the door in the shortest amount of time, without questioning him.

You can just lie and praise the fat lady, but you can't praise her singing voice.

William said this once, and the other person kept pestering him, howling and screaming for half an hour.

When William entered the twins' dormitory, they were still asleep.

Fred and George look exactly alike, but their sleeping postures are completely different.

George's bed was covered with a large number of alchemical items, and various orders were scattered everywhere.

Fred's bed wasn't cluttered with many things; he was lying sprawled out, his underwear half-off.

Of course, you could also say it's a half-worn state.

Although the posture is the same, these two state words, one representing before and the other after, are completely different in nature.

Sniff was also sleeping, with only its tail and two hind paws showing, while most of its head was tucked into Fred's underwear.

It's truly an eyesore.

William woke the two men up and told them what had happened.

They were certainly willing to help William play, and George went happily.

After William finished preparing, he stayed in the Gryffindor common room and waited for Harry to come out.

He needed to figure out why Harry had suddenly gone to the restricted area on the fourth floor.

About ten minutes later, Hermione came out with her roommates and then left the common room to go to the Great Hall for dinner.

About half an hour later, Harry and Ron finally came out of the dormitory.

William had already cast the Disillusionment Spell and quickly followed behind the two.

William walked down the corridor and glanced toward a corner where Malfoy stood, looking at Harry with a dazed expression.

"Who do you think will win?" Ron asked after leaving the Gryffindor Tower.

"It's hard to say. Ravenclaw's players aren't good enough, but William is too strong."

"And then there's Cho, she's quite capable. Ravenclaw has a great chance." Harry analyzed from a professional perspective.

"Yes, I really hope Ravenclaw can teach Slytherin a lesson..."

Ron hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Harry, what do you think about me participating in the Quidditch selections next year?"

Harry scratched his head. He didn't want to say anything that would hurt his friend, but given Ron's skill level, there was no hope of winning even if he just watched from the sidelines.

The Gryffindor team is all on the rise. Although they are unlikely to win the championship this year, even captain Wood is mentally prepared. But if they can work together well, the future is promising.

Ron's greatest strength is as a goalkeeper, but his form is inconsistent. Captain Wood is also a goalkeeper and is only in fifth grade... Ron has no hope.

Seeing Harry's expression, Ron sighed.

"Oh, okay, I know... I can't be a starter, but a substitute... our team needs a few substitutes, right? Even just waving a towel on the field is fine..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill behind him; it must have been a ghost.

"Who's behind me? Is it Nick again, who almost lost his head?"

He turned his head and was startled to see it was Quirrell!

William raised an eyebrow; he had also been ignoring Quirrell.

Quirrell drifted up to Harry, stared at him, and said in a trembling voice, "Harry, go to the fourth floor, the forbidden area... The Dark Lord... wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone during the tournament... I tried to stop him and got killed... Hurry, or it will be too late..."

After saying that, Quirrell floated up into the sky.

Harry seemed to be deep in thought.

Ron stared at him incredulously. "Harry, you don't actually believe Quirrell's nonsense, do you?"

"Don't forget, during the Quidditch match, he cast a curse on your broom, trying to kill you!"

"But what if Quirrell is telling the truth?" Harry said seriously, "That's the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort could come back to life..."

Ron shuddered, but still firmly objected, "Quirok died in the forbidden area, Harry, you don't really think we can get through the checkpoint and stop Vader, do you?"

"We can go find Professor Dumbledore first," Harry suggested.

But the two couldn't find Dumbledore. William knew that the headmaster had received a letter that morning from the Ministry of Magic.

This letter was obviously a forgery, intended only to lure Dumbledore away.

Afterwards, Harry and Ron ran into Professor McGonagall again, but were scolded by her while she went to watch the game.

With no other option, Harry and Ron had to go watch the game too.

On the field, looking at the two teams in the sky, Harry finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"I'm going to stop Voldemort." Harry's face was pale, but his eyes were shining brightly.

"You're insane!" Ron said. "You can't do this!"

"You'll be expelled! Professor McGonagall warned you," Hermione advised.

"So what?" Harry said angrily. "Don't you understand? If Voldemort gets his hands on the Philosopher's Stone, he'll regain his powers!"

I have to stop him!

Harry convinced Ron and Hermione, and the three of them quietly left the Gryffindor stands and went straight to the fourth-floor restricted area.

William watched the three figures disappear into the distance, speechless.

No wonder Harry died.

This wizard is clearly weak, yet he is excessively reckless.

Was this Dumbledore's purpose? Was he cultivating Harry's courage?!

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