A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 349 The Demonic Body Blooms in Two Stages

After leaving the beach, the three of them walked in the rain under umbrellas. They crossed a wide road and came to a crossroads.

The road signs were completely obscured by weeds all around.

William used the dog as an assistant, letting it probe the bushes close to his face to help find landmarks.

The black dog was much more obedient this time, and started darting around in the weeds. William quickly found a tattered seagull sign in the crushed hay.

They barely made out the road signs, turning left and right, and walked for more than ten minutes before finally arriving in front of a house.

There's a sign on the building—Three Seagulls Post Office.

As its name suggests, this is a Wizard Seagull Post Office located in Biarritz.

There are hundreds of different kinds of seagulls, from black-headed gulls to red-billed gulls, all perched on the edge of a huge pool, watching the fish underwater.

The fish huddled together at the bottom of the water, shivering. The hundreds of seagulls were terrifying.

It's normal for Biarritz to have a wizard's post office, since it's close to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Beauxbatons is located in the Pyrenees Mountains, and Biarritz is next to this mountain range.

William pulled a large stack of letters from the security checkpoint, ready to mail them.

That's the downside of the magical world—logistics are too slow. Who knows when these seagulls will finally arrive.

For example, Qiu, who is in Australia... perhaps the letter won't arrive by the time she starts school. After all, crossing the Atlantic Ocean is still too much of a challenge for a seagull.

The slow speed of logistics has seriously affected everyone's ability to make money, and Akali's Mystery Shop is one of the victims.

William is preparing to establish a brand-new logistics system to ensure that goods reach customers as quickly as possible.

William paid the money, and Hermione took the letters and began mailing them out to the addresses listed.

"You actually wrote a letter? When did you write it?" Annie asked in surprise. "Why didn't anyone tell me!"

William and Hermione wrote a letter together last night after Roy left. How could I tell Anne about something like that?

"I want to write too!" Anne exclaimed excitedly. She had always wanted to write, but she couldn't find a post office in the French wizarding world.

Anne took out her quill pen, leaned over the table, and began writing letters to her good friends.

She sorted all the seashells she had collected that morning into different bags according to the number of letters, and put them in different bags as gifts.

Among them, Luna's and Ginny's bags had the most seashells.

Anne thought for a moment and wrote another letter to Hagrid, asking him to take care of Pineapple Head and prevent him from being bullied by Hermione's Bossa.

She's overthinking it... It's good enough that Pineapple Head doesn't bully Poposa.

They came to France for vacation, but didn't bring their three cats... Boba, Pineapple Head, and Bobasha were all left with Hagrid to take care of for the summer.

Who would bring their cat on vacation? That's just asking for trouble!

Of course, they don't need Hagrid's care; they can live on their own in Hogwarts Castle. The house-elves prepare food for them daily.

With Mrs. Lolis by her side, Bobo Tea is trying to conceive her eighth child as soon as possible, and she is living a very comfortable life.

What a winner in the cat world!

After writing the letter, Anne opened the letter William had sent to Hagrid, intending to put the two letters together.

When she opened the envelope, a strange object fell out. Anne picked it up, puzzled, and asked, "What's this?"

"These are Norbert's dragon horns," William explained. "A keepsake sent to Hagrid."

Anne opened the letter William had written to Hagrid and began to read it with curiosity.

"Dear Hagrid, Hermione and I are writing this letter to you with heavy hearts. Please be strong... Norbert has passed away!"

As you probably know from the newspapers, it fought to the very last moment, very bravely, and died a tragic death.

We had intended to bring his body to you for burial, but it was too large, so we had to cremate it on the spot and bury the ashes in front of a loquat tree on the banks of the Seine.

That's a beautiful place. If you have the chance to come to France, you should go and see it.

A moment of silence.

Don't worry,

William and Hermione.

"Nober's body was cremated?" Anne asked in surprise, her eyes darting around in disbelief.

"That's not right. You two were just saying this morning that with the dragon's nerves, Cedric could continue making wands."

"That wasn't Norber's nerve, Newt gave it to him," William retorted. "Don't talk nonsense in front of Hagrid after school starts; it's disrespectful to Norber."

Anne looked at her with serious suspicion.

The fire dragon was not cremated, of course. Such a precious magical material, even its blood has dozens of uses, let alone its other organs.

Therefore, William and Hermione decided to give Norbert a dragon so that even in death, it could continue to contribute to the cause of magic.

This is what it means to leave peacefully and die a noble death!

However, he definitely couldn't tell Hagrid. After all, Norbert was Hagrid's biological son, even though they weren't related by blood.

The fewer people who know about this, the better. If the news leaks out, those vampire professors at Hogwarts will swarm around demanding information.

For example, Professor Snape... He was adept at using all sorts of tricks to make unfair deals with William.

An old vampire bat!

William felt that he had been supporting Snape all these years. For example, the dragon, the basilisk, and the eight-eyed giant spider they were going to cooperate with later.

After the letter was mailed, just as Anne had predicted, the sky began to clear and the dark clouds dissipated.

The three returned to the hotel, had breakfast, tidied up, and went swimming at the beach.

William is an exceptionally good swimmer, after all, he spent several years swimming in the Black Lake during the time loop.

The title of "Little White Dragon of Hogwarts" is well-deserved!

William couldn't even remember how many times he died feeding fish in Black Lake.

Under such relentless risk-taking, William can dive dozens of meters without equipment, which can no longer be called a hobby, but a professional feat.

William has maxed out all swimming skills except for underwater swimming.

So once he got into the water, William instantly became the most dazzling guy on the beach. He swam in all sorts of different styles, like a male mermaid.

William attracted a lot of admiring glances, and in no time, several young ladies came to ask him to be their private swimming instructor... hands-on, overnight.

Under Lyanna's watchful gaze, William resolutely refused.

After playing for half an hour, a professional approached him, trying to train him to participate in the French National Youth Swimming Competition.

The other party confidently asserted that William had great potential and would definitely win an Olympic gold medal in the future.

William was certain of this without him needing to say it. This era was one in which doping was rampant in sports.

William doesn't use performance-enhancing drugs; he just takes some Felix Felicis, and even Muggles can't detect it.

So he really wasn't interested.

Roy and Lyanna were almost numb to their son's excellence... while Iris and Emily were taken aback.

William is truly excelling in both magic and physical prowess!

excellent.

As Hermione's personal swimming instructor, William carefully corrected her swimming posture, then played water volleyball with her and Anne for a while before returning to shore.

William lay down on the deck chair, then picked up the Sorting Hat from the table and put it on his head.

There were several plump banana trees nearby, and the accumulated rainwater pattered on the banana leaves with a crisp sound.

"Ah, William, it's so hot. A glass of tequila, please," the Sorting Hat's soft voice rang out. "On the rocks, with salt, please."

"You can drink alcohol?" William asked, puzzled. "Does that even exist?"

"Of course!" the Sorting Hat complained. "Hurry up...don't you know how to take care of me? I'm in the middle of creating art right now and need a little alcohol to stimulate me."

William noticed that the Sorting Hat's temper had grown since he last saw him. Nevertheless, he patiently gave the Sorting Hat his bottled water with ice.

It opened its mouth slightly, sipped the ice water through the straw, and then let out a satisfied burp.

The water didn't flow out. Come to think of it, this hat can summon Gryffindor's sword; transferring water away isn't a big deal.

Perhaps all this water has now ended up on Dumbledore's bed. The professor, upon lifting the covers that night, found the bed soaked through, and wondered what his reaction would be.

The Sorting Hat started humming and whining again, beginning to compose the song for this year's Sorting Ceremony.

It is preparing to change its style, incorporating some yodeling singing techniques to broaden its range.

From a certain perspective, the Sorting Hat is Hogwarts' greatest asset.

It has existed in the school for a thousand years, imbued with the will of the four giants, and taught knowledge by successive principals. It knows most of the school's secrets.

With the Sorting Hat, I can ask anyone I don't understand, and Hermione no longer has to worry about my studies! So easy!

So Anne has been wearing the Sorting Hat every day lately, learning magic from it.

"Can I make a hat just like yours?" William couldn't help but ask.

"I am one of a kind!"

"I know everyone is unique, like Hermione and me," William smiled, "but that doesn't stop us from existing."

"Hmm, that makes sense," the Sorting Hat said seriously. "But that requires very complex magic, and one item..."

"What?"

"Slytherin's wand".

Is it that special?

"That wand has a very strong effect on the soul."

"Fine then, you deserve to be single your whole life and never find a lady's hat."

William pulled his hat down over his face, closed his eyes, and started to catch up on sleep.

The Sorting Hat shifted its body and hummed the lullaby Anne taught it. It was a perfectly peaceful song, but in the Sorting Hat's voice, it somehow sounded a bit like a Tengger cover.

Loved it!

Soon, William's brain was forcibly shut down due to the sonic attack. After an unknown amount of time, he felt as if some ice water had appeared on his face.

Merlin's claws, the Sorting Hat doesn't retaliate like this, does it?

William suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

A little girl of seven or eight years old was staring at him with her head down.

The girl looked about 70-80% like Furong, or rather, she was a miniature version of Furong.

She blinked her eyes, like an angel descended to earth; a radiant smile spread across her face, seemingly possessing healing power; she grinned... revealing a row of gap-toothed teeth.

That stunning scene crumbled in an instant.

Shut up, kid!

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(End of this chapter)