A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 488 Grading Exam Papers? The kind that happens overnight!

Principal's Office.

After listening to William's account, Dumbledore fell into a long silence.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't catch Peter," William sighed softly. "He got away."

When I left Hogsmeade, it was past midnight, and I was outside the castle. I couldn't use the Ravenclaw ring.

William never used the Time-Turner again. Tywin's lesson was too painful. Years had passed, yet it remained vivid in his mind.

He didn't want to kill himself.

"Don't be so upset, William." Dumbledore's long fingers touched together gently.

He said gently, "You should be proud of yourself."

Just a few hours ago, you and Hermione saved three innocent lives.

Sirius, Remus, and Harry… we're alive because of you two. There's nothing happier for us tonight than this.”

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"But Peter still ran away." William shook his head.

"If it had been detected earlier... I still think that Peter would have been less of a threat if he had died."

"That's not how it is," Dumbledore said, his blue eyes fixed on William.

"As long as Peter lives, he will never be able to shake off the guilt he feels over the deaths of James and Lily."

Even if he won't admit it.

Dumbledore sighed deeply.

Peter had a love-hate relationship with the Dark Lord, and even more so with himself.

His life was a tragedy.

The principal's voice was deep and serious:

"That's right, many living people deserve to die, while some dead people deserve to live."

We cannot bring the dead back to life, but we should not rush to decide whether someone deserves to die.

Even the wisest cannot foresee the ultimate fate of all things.

Dumbledore said calmly, "I have a feeling that Peter will play some important role."

Whether it's for evil or for good.

"Before everything settles down," he said, staring at William with a slight smile.

"Your decisions will determine the fate of many people, but don't blame yourself. The only thing we can do is think about how to deal with it within the limited time we have."

Listening to the principal's words, William suddenly remembered what had happened that morning.

"Professor, there's something I need to tell you. During the divination exam, Professor Trelawney acted more strangely than usual."

"Is that so?" Professor Dumbledore squinted. "Oh... stranger than usual, you mean?"

"Professor Trelawney's voice has become deep, and her eyes are constantly moving. She may have entered a sage... well, I mean prophet mode," William said quickly.

"What did she say?" Dumbledore asked, leaning back in his chair.

"She said a night of vigilance was coming... With the help of the servants... the Dark Lord would rise again."

Coldness breeds resentment, and resentment leads to betrayal. When three traitors appear, death is sure to follow…

The principal seemed slightly surprised. He paused for a long time before finally looking up and saying:

"You know, William. I've never taken a divination class and have always been skeptical of prophecy."

But perhaps…

His brow furrowed as he pondered, "Professor Trelawney really did make a prophecy."

William nodded; judging from tonight's events, that seemed to be true. Indeed, the school was full of hidden talents.

Wait a minute... he didn't offend Professor Trelawney, did he?

William pondered for a moment.

Not only did he not, but it seems he also bribed a lot of sherry.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

I had even thought about diluting the wine with some water to save money... Luckily, I didn't do that!

Dumbledore, unaware of William's thoughts, joked:

"I should give her a raise... Someone as outstanding as her must stay at Hogwarts."

I think Sybil herself was aware of this.

"That's right." Dumbledore blinked. "At noon, she got into another argument with Professor McGonagall."

They even hinted to me that the salary was too low.

"So Peter will go to Albania to help Voldemort resurrect?" William asked.

According to the first half of the prophecy, it should refer to this matter.

Peter, however, was also Voldemort's traitor. He became Tom's little spy.

"I think you guessed right." Dumbledore said calmly, as if Voldemort's resurrection was not something to be too alarmed about.

William nodded slightly. This was not difficult to understand.

If Little Tom wants Old Tom to die, he must first resurrect him. Destroying the Horcruxes and resurrecting the Dark Lord are not contradictory matters.

After Voldemort's resurrection, he can still provide William and his men with some work, allowing them ample time to develop their careers in America.

This also aligns with Tom's approach. A spy loses the meaning of the word if he doesn't act as a spy.

Dumbledore scoffed, "If Peter is destined to find Voldemort and resurrect him, that would be wonderful!"

"There are many other forces operating in sync in this world."

Voldemort would not want someone who repents for the deaths of the Potters to complete the process of resurrecting him.

"Of course, this is the highest and most unfathomable realm of magic..."

Just then, a commotion arose at the door.

Fudge, holding his little green top hat, pushed open the door and walked in.

He exclaimed happily, "Unbelievable! Harry is still alive!"

William, you saved the Ministry of Magic tonight! If the boy who survived had died, the Ministry of Magic would have exploded tomorrow.

"Then, can we release Professor Lupin?" William smiled and said, "Professor Lupin did not harm Harry; he was injured for other reasons."

"Of course, Professor Lupin is innocent. Hagrid must have been mistaken," Fudge sighed. "Harry was so badly injured; Black must have done it."

"Merlin, what a heinous crime! But he got away, that Dexter..."

Fudge fiddled with his hat and looked at Dumbledore. "Albus, although I released Lupin, he must leave this school."

Tonight proved he wasn't so safe.

"I think... this is between me and the school board," Dumbledore said curtly.

"Fine... whatever you want." Fudge's chubby face flushed slightly.

He hadn't expected Dumbledore to be so disrespectful to him.

William quietly turned and left, leaving the office to Fudge and the principal. They would probably be arguing until dawn again.

Not long after leaving the office, I ran into Sirius Black.

Lifting Harry's Invisibility Cloak, he didn't look very happy.

"Have you seen Harry Potter?" William asked.

"Yes, he's awake now," Sirius said. "Since he's alright, I should go."

Where are you going?

"Hmm... the Black family's ancestral home is at 12 Grimmauld Place, London. Dumbledore suggested I go there first."

Sirius's face fell.

"I haven't been back there since I ran away from home when I was sixteen."

Sirius hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Can I see you during summer vacation? Can I invite you, Annie, and Hermione to my house?"

"I don't think it will work," William shook his head.

"Hermione and I won't have time in July; the International Wizarding Congress is about to begin."

He thought for a moment and said, "But you can go watch the World Cup. We'll go there after we're done with our work."

"...That's right." Sirius exclaimed excitedly, "I can borrow Harry's Invisibility Cloak for now, and no one will be able to spot me while I'm wearing it."

"Then goodbye. I've heard Hermione's voice, so I won't disturb you two any longer."

Sirius Black put on his Invisibility Cloak and went to find Harry again.

William turned down the corridor and saw Hermione chatting with Tonks.

"What are you talking about?" he asked as he approached.

Hermione took William's hand and said mysteriously, "We were talking about Hogsmeade."

"..."

"What's with that expression?" Tonks said, arms crossed, clearly annoyed.

"Let me tell you, William, you have no idea how dangerous that was!"

"A whole team of ten wizards against me!"

"...Ten?!" William raised his eyebrows, a half-smile on his face.

"This is the number of people who were lucky enough to run into someone. Even those who weren't lucky enough to run into someone would still have at least this many!" Tonks held up one finger.

"one?"

"Pah, a hundred of them!" Tonks foamed at the mouth as she exclaimed, "I was surrounded by them, attacked from all sides!"

They're all dark wizards, top-tier experts, Auror level, even stronger than you!

Tonks was beaming with joy, gesturing wildly.

"Oh dear, they're still young and inexperienced. Otherwise, I would have arrested them all and thrown them into Azkaban!"

"Hey, what are you two laughing at?!" Tonks roared angrily when he saw William and Hermione laughing together.

"You don't believe me, do you? You don't think I'm lying, do you?"

I'm telling the truth! I swear it on Minister Fudge's name.

"Hey, you two, don't go! I still have a lot of details to tell you."

William, do you need intelligence? Just ten Galleons... What are you going to do with that?

"It's late at night, of course I should go to sleep," William said without turning his head.

Watching the two run away, Tonks stomped his foot in frustration.

She shook off Tonks, put her hands behind her back, and stepped lightly down the castle corridor.

She quickened her pace, turned around, and asked with a smile, "Really going back to the dorm?"

"It's already two in the morning." William glanced at the time. "It's still early. Let's go back tomorrow night."

"Then...to the Room of Requirement?" Hermione asked tentatively.

She quickly added, "Grade the exam papers!"

William suppressed a laugh. "Of course, the kind that's changed to one night."

Hermione nodded vigorously, flashing a bright smile.

The night breeze caressed my face, ruffling my hair like turning the pages of a book.

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