A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 539 He can't hold his liquor, yet he still drinks!

The day I received the owl letter,

William naively thought he was living in Tony Stark's script.

Playboy, super genius, approachable with his wealth, multi-talented...

At the very least, it has to be William Stryker.

If you can't be a hero, you have to be a major villain, with henchmen like Wolverine, Sabretooth, and Deadpool.

You're going to be a third-generation Dark Lord, and you're going to be a pureblood? Then I'll just go for the Muggle's victory theory and kill any mutant... cough cough wizard who's superior to a Muggle!

But he never expected that he would be using Bran Stark's template... He suffered a crushing defeat at the start, and for the next few years, he was either on the run or on the run.

In his first year, William encountered Tywin Lannister, a Death Eater, and two people died at the school.

From then on, his dissolute... oops, his turbulent student life began.

He has endured far too much every year, things that shouldn't be his age to bear.

I wanted to take a vacation and relax during summer vacation, but I was subjected to all sorts of persecution.

Now that I'm finally back, I just want to watch Quidditch in peace, and I still run into troublemakers.

That's right,

Professor Babuling is just stirring up trouble!!

You weren't in America, working as a spy and successfully infiltrating the distillery... Now, let William go... kill someone?

"Professor, you're not kidding, are you?"

William clutched his chest, looking frightened. "I was bitten by a dog when I was a child, so I'm easily scared."

Do you think I'm joking?

"They look so alike, so incredibly alike!"

Babling glanced coldly at William, pursed her lips, and revealed her sharp edge.

Looking at the face that resembled his own, with the domineering CEO expression... William felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Let's not joke like that." William ignored her gaze and said softly, "Professor, why are you back? Didn't we say we shouldn't see each other for a while?"

"Iphamoni, the organization's teacher, is it appropriate for me not to come to the World Cup?"

Babling walked around twice on her own, then snapped her fingers, and a gold-carved sofa appeared in the room. There was also a table.

She sat on the sofa, and a glass of bird vodka was poured for her.

"It's not really appropriate."

William also sat down on the sofa. He sniffed the wine, found no dragon blood, and poured himself a glass.

"Kid, can you please not let your reputation grow so fast?"

Professor Babling leaned back lazily on the sofa, playing with the black glazed cup in her hand.

"I wanted to keep a low profile and quietly make a fortune, but because you became famous so quickly, and we look so alike, a lot of people have come to watch me."

William took a sip of his drink, rolled his eyes, and said, "What does it have to do with me? I just want to attend the meeting in peace."

"Your meetings have flooded Venice. I'm just saying my position is useful," Barbling said slowly, raising her glass.

"Do you think you can just go to America whenever you want with your current reputation? Newt was detained for more than half a year, really just because the Thunderbird was lost?"

If you go now, your treatment will be basically the same as his; you'll first need to find a reason to quarantine for six months.

William innocently replied, "I really am a good person."

"Since you're a good person..." Barbling took a sip of her drink and said, "Then help me kill someone."

"..."

This logic is unbeatable.

William didn't continue with his pretense, but calmly asked, "Kill whom?"

Tom Riddell.

William fell silent for a long time before slowly saying, "...Why kill him? You can't kill him anyway."

Besides, weren't you trying to get close to him? If I killed him, how would you get close to him then?

"How can I get close to Tom if you don't kill him?" Professor Barbling smiled. "Only if you kill him, leaving him helpless, can I take advantage of his vulnerability and become his half-brother."

"..." That makes a lot of sense!

"Isn't Tom in America? I'm going to America now, wait..." William's eyes widened: "He's in England?"

"That's right. With such a great opportunity as the World Cup, do you think he would miss it?" Professor Barbling gently rested her chin on her hand.

"It's not just him, I reckon Arya Grindelwald sent people too."

William suddenly remembered that the magic carpet seller he had met at noon was an Egyptian wizard.

Will Arya turn into a magic carpet merchant and come here to sell magic carpets?

Peter also ran away with Voldemort; they might have come to the World Cup venue too…

Holy crap, a three-way meeting!

It seems Fudge's hopes are going to be dashed. These guys just hanging around; the fact that they haven't destroyed the stadium is already a miracle, a blessing from heaven.

William paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Teacher, I'm getting a little excited."

"I'm very excited too."

Barbling squinted at him, then suddenly reached out and grabbed William's face. Her slender fingers slowly and gently stroked his face.

"..."

Babling explained, "We still look a little different. If I touch your bones, your body will slowly deform, eliminating the last remaining differences."

William remained expressionless, letting her touch him as she pleased.

"Teacher, could you please use a different face? Touching me with this face feels... strange."

Putting everything else aside, just let her face return to that unbelievably beautiful Veela-like face!

William would find that face pleasing to the eye.

But William felt extremely uncomfortable with a face that looked very much like his own, which kept touching him.

"You think I'm not disgusted?!" Barbling glared at William.

"Could you drink the compound potion and turn into a soft and cute witch? That way, I'll be more serious when I touch you."

"How about... you become Hermione, or even better, your sister Annie!"

"roll!!"

Barbling stretched, but still couldn't change her face back. She gently rubbed William's cheek and chuckled:

"Your face is quite good; it can attract many female students from Ilfamoni. It played a big role in my ability to find Tom."

"..." Hey, what weird persona did you add to this identity?!

Don't let him end up cleaning up the mess after dating a bunch of female students!

Seeing William's gaze fall upon her, Professor Barbling ignored it and changed the subject: "We'll make our move tomorrow night!"

"There's a match tomorrow night?"

"Killing and competition go hand in hand!" Barbling said calmly.

"How can you prove my innocence?" William asked. "It would be too strange if I weren't there for the first match."

"Just find someone to become you."

"Yes, a lot of people will talk to me... but that person must know me well, know everything about me, otherwise it's easy to be exposed."

William answered his own question: "Hermione."

"Then who becomes her?" Professor Barbling asked. "She's just as famous. You two are like conjoined twins, there's no reason for her not to be there."

"Unassuming Anne!"

"Very good." Barbling nodded and smiled. "I will pass on your evaluation to little Annie... she will be very happy."

William rolled his eyes.

Barbling pulled a file out of her pocket.

"Tom used the Polyjuice Potion to become the key keeper. He definitely won't be watching the game tomorrow night; he'll be staying to watch the tents... and cause some trouble while he's at it."

William took the file.

"Be careful not to get captured by the Aurors. I won't bother you two anymore."

A gentle breeze blew by, and Babling disappeared.

The door was pushed open, and Hermione peeked out furtively, but was stunned when she saw a figure disappear.

Are there other people in the room? Could it be Uncle Roy?

She remembered the embarrassment of being trapped in her room last summer and quickly shrank back inside.

"Nobody's here, Hermione, you don't need to hide anymore."

A moment later, Hermione cautiously peeked out again.

"Who was that just now?"

"Professor Barbling," William put down his documents and waved to her, "the professor wants to see me about something."

"Oh, didn't the professor tell you to go see her? Why did you come yourself?"

Hermione came in, closed the door, and then, not wanting to be too worried, locked it again.

The girl had probably just taken a shower; her hair was still wet, and she was only wearing a white slip dress with two cute orange cat patterns printed on it.

"She probably knows I won't go to her."

Hermione simply said "oh," then kicked off her shoes, jumped onto the sofa, grabbed a cushion, and sat cross-legged next to William.

William raised his wand, a burst of heat shooting from its tip to cool her hair, while recounting what had just happened.

"Is it dangerous?" Hermione asked.

"It's not too dangerous." William stroked Hermione's messy brown curly hair.

"Even if Tom is resurrected, he is just a Horcrux, and his strength is only that of a sixteen-year-old... As long as we know where he is, killing him won't be too difficult."

Little Tom's strength lies not in his magical abilities, but in his intelligence. He is far smarter than Voldemort himself, and he also enjoys using cunning schemes.

"As long as it's not dangerous."

Hermione relaxed, tilted her head, sniffed, and asked, "It smells so good, what is it?"

"Professor Barbling's treasured bird-shaped vodka...it's very strong!"

William handed his cup to Hermione.

Hermione only took a small sip, and the spiciness made her stick out her tongue.

She leaned against William's shoulder, lying flat on the sofa, and suddenly asked:

"Wouldn't it seem strange if you didn't go to watch the World Cup?"

William hummed in agreement.

Hermione took a few more sips of vodka, savoring the taste, and slowly said, "Someone has to use Polyjuice Potion to become like you... but that person has to know you, at least the details of Venice."

Because someone will definitely ask about it...

"yes."

She suddenly turned around, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "I'll become you! No one knows you better than me. I can imitate you perfectly!"

"..."

William inexplicably recalled Hermione's outrageous act of kissing Costa with her face on his.

"Hermione, don't use my body to do weird things, it will affect my reputation," William said.

"No!" Hermione readily agreed, then turned around and rested her head on William's lap.

She downed the vodka in one gulp.

"Someone has to become me... Hmm, Annie would be perfect... She's not famous... She's not very noticeable."

William couldn't help but laugh, mimicking Professor Barbering, "Well, Hermione, I'll pass on your assessment to Anne."

After waiting a few seconds and seeing that no one spoke, William leaned down to look and found that Hermione's face was flushed, she was biting her lip, and her eyes were hazy with desire.

She grabbed his collar and slurred, "William~"

William sighed softly and picked her up from the sofa.

You can't hold your liquor, yet you drank so much!

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