A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 551 Spies are a scarce resource

William deeply understands the saying, "Under the buff of needing to urinate, one's explosive power is even stronger."

In his past life, during a mock exam, he drank too much water in the latter half of the exam and suddenly gained this explosive power, entering a supreme state of oneness with the exam paper.

His brain was working at high speed, and his bladder was stretched to its limit, all in order to solve the problem in the shortest amount of time.

William was not only fast, but also got the highest score in the grade... thus proving the existence of the "urgent need to pee" buff.

You thought that was the end?

na¨ve!

William, who thought he had mastered the secret to high bursts of energy, drank a whole bottle of water before the next exam, attempting to replicate his previous miracle.

As a result... the teacher who set the exam was publicly criticized throughout the school.

The reason given was that his exam questions were so difficult that they terrified the students.

This incident teaches us a simple lesson: forbidden techniques... should not be abused!

And... even when cornered, if you can't solve a math problem, you still can't solve it.

William is currently in a state where he only gets used once every fifteen years, so naturally he's in a high-burst state.

Especially at such close range, it becomes even more impressive.

With a wave of his wand, the water in the toilet was drawn by magic, forming several miniature waterspouts like a water line.

This was William's earliest invention of magic, although it was used to bathe Bobo Tea.

However, after continuous research, its destructive power is extremely terrifying. It can easily shave the hair off a hairy cat, and cutting it off permanently is even more of a piece of cake.

Three miniature water tornadoes floated neatly in front of him.

The witch stepped back, not wanting to get her hands on the toilet water.

William spun his wand, and the waterspout that had been hovering in front of him flew away rapidly, heading straight for Mrs. Zabini.

She lightly tapped her wand, and wisps of white mist appeared in front of her, while three miniature water tornadoes seemed to pierce into a swamp.

As soon as one wave left, a second wave arrived. This time, the water tornadoes fired in five consecutive bursts, condensing into a silver line that sliced ​​straight through the white mist with a hissing sound.

With a flick of her arm, Mrs. Zabini caused the white mist to gather in front of her, forming a water shield. The water jets crashed against her like the drumbeats of a torrential downpour.

The entire water shield received William's attack, its surface trembling and shaking violently at a speed visible to the naked eye.

William appeared in phantom form, suddenly appearing behind the witch.

With his sleeves fluttering, he delivered a flying kick to Mrs. Zabini's buttocks.

However, she seemed to have anticipated this, and her body spun around to dodge, and in the instant she dodged, she lightly tapped her wand.

William slid backward, and the instant his back touched the wall, he raised his wand and slightly hooked his left hand.

Mrs. Zabini's body went out of control and she flew toward William.

The nimble witch tumbled lightly in the air, and upon landing, quickly wrapped her arms around William's shoulders.

Outsiders might mistake it for lovers cuddling tenderly, finding it hard to discern the lurking danger within.

Fortunately, neither of them continued using their wands. Instead, they fought like ordinary men and women. Mrs. Zabini threw a groin kick, which William blocked with a kick of his own.

Not to be outdone, he retaliated with another punch, landing on Mrs. Zabini's chest.

In an instant... the master understood.

No wonder so many husbands died, yet so many witches still followed suit. They probably died... drained dry.

Mrs. Zabini was clearly upset, and after being punched, she glared angrily at William.

William rolled his eyes and said softly, "Professor Barbling, if we keep fighting like this, and you get angry, and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic don't come, we might blow up this bathroom."

If others see us like this, they might misunderstand something.

You don't care, since you're wearing Mrs. Zabini's face anyway.

But in the bathroom, I was holding Zabini's mother... and Hermione might just kill me with a single blow.

If that's the case, he'll truly become like Makoto Shinkai—the kind of person whose fate he can't explain even in death.

"Fine, we really need to keep a low profile." Babuling released her grip, then rubbed her chest, saying unhappily:

"Using compound potions to become a wizard doesn't make you as powerful as having your own body. Otherwise, that kick would have been really tough for you."

That's... your vampire physique, and maybe even Veela blood... magical creatures' physical attributes are definitely stronger than wizards'.

Just like werewolves and half-giants, they can withstand a lot of magic and still be lively and energetic.

How did you recognize me?

"What are you doing here?"

The two asked at the same time.

But neither of them wanted to answer first, so they had to decide by rock, paper, scissors.

Without a doubt, after best-of-three, best-of-five, best-of-seven...

Seeing that Barbling was prepared to continue her tantrums, William impatiently waved his hand and replied:

"Never mind, that vampire named Bloodny gave you away."

Xueni was actually afraid when he saw Lady Zabini, and he was terribly afraid.

This is very strange.

The sorcerer was afraid of Lady Zabini because she had killed six husbands in a row and was now looking for a seventh.

You're a vampire, and a vampire who likes Cedric... a gay vampire, what are you afraid of?

It could only be that he sensed a stronger vampire aura.

At that time, William was only puzzled. But when Mrs. Zabini went into the bathroom, seemingly about to execute him on the spot, William realized that this person must be Babling.

Only a vampire and a Veela would make such a wicked joke.

That's really awful!

"So what are you doing here, Professor?"

"Tom, help Tom kill someone."

"They've started killing so soon?" William frowned. "Who are they killing?"

Before the professor could answer, William understood and muttered to himself, "Professor Slughorns."

"That's right." Barbling nodded.

William squinted, deep in thought.

This matter reveals a lot of interesting information:

At the very least, Slughorn definitely helped Tom with the Horcruxes. Dumbledore was right about that.

Whether diaries were made at that time is unknown... but seeking Slughorn's help was definitely something Tom had decided long ago.

This is similar to how Tom in the diary knew that the Slytherin Ring was a Horcrux made later. It was all planned in advance.

So, does he actually want Dumbledore and William to destroy the Horcruxes?

No... it's probably because William killed Tom last time that he felt threatened.

Therefore, they wanted to eliminate Slughorn to slow down William and Dumbledore and give him enough time.

Tom is also constantly changing his mind... he's a traitor.

"How do you plan to kill me?"

"Of course I'll use that vampire. Otherwise, why would I reveal my vampire aura? It's all to lure him out," Babling laughed.

"Professor Slughorn cannot die," William said.

"That's why I'm letting you know."

William breathed a sigh of relief; having a spy around was great.

It seems we still need to send one of our own spies to Voldemort's side.

Difficult!

These days, people who can be spies are a scarce resource.

"Hypern will set the tent on fire soon. You need to save Slughorn to gain his trust and make him like you more," Babling said calmly.

She was clearly a little impatient, feeling that Dumbledore's plans were too slow, dragging on like a woman.

"And you? Didn't you complete the plan?"

"Isn't it normal that it wasn't finished?" Professor Barbling chuckled. "After all, you're here."

"Won't Tom hate me even more now? Will he send you to kill me again?"

"Of course, otherwise why would he want my face?"

"And Mrs. Zabini?" William asked again.

"Sleeping in his own tent? What, you really want to have something going on with her?" Barbling looked William up and down, and said disdainfully.

"A newbie like you will be drained dry in less than a month."

William rolled his eyes. Who does he think he is?

He completely ignored this woman with a terrible temper.

After she pushed open the door and left, William returned to the toilet, pondering to himself:

Everyone has their own agenda. Barbling is a spy and an accomplice in murder... What is her ultimate goal?

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Twenty minutes later,

A burst of fire shot into the sky.

Inside a black tent not far away, the house-elf Sparkle stared at the burning firelight with a worried expression.

Master Crouch is not home; he's out inspecting the camp. What if the fire spreads over here?

Young Master Barty has been behaving very well lately, remaining under the Soul-Stealing Curse. After much deliberation, she decided to go out and check on him.

"Young Master Barty, please stay here. I'll be right back," Flash whispered to the empty sofa.

Flash left in a hurry, and a moment later, a figure lifted the invisibility cloak.

He sat on the sofa in a daze for a moment, then finally broke free from the Soul-Stealing Curse and remembered who he was.

He looked around and found that his father was not there. His house-elf, Sparkle, who had always watched over him, was also gone.

He twisted his mouth, revealing a strange smile.

Then, she put on the invisibility cloak again and tiptoed to the other side.

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