A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 560 I'm voting for Fujiwara Chika!

Little Tom has been behaving very well lately... Of course, by behaving well, I mean he hasn't caused any trouble at the camp.

Compared to the wizard who kidnapped Astoria, he was as docile as Hagrid's Lucy, William's Little Black Robe, and Anne's Silverwing.

Lately, he's been going out every few days, and nobody knows where he's going. Professor Babuling, a novice spy, has even less to do.

Tom is still in a shadow state and has no intention of being resurrected in the short term.

Because after finally being resurrected in America... he turned around and died again in England.

This is the second time he has died. The first time was in the Chamber of Secrets, where he was killed by Stark.

Tom still hasn't figured out who the killer is this time.

But that's what makes it so terrifying.

He was clearly in the shadows, but inexplicably he became in the light, while the wizard who killed him became the shadows.

This change from dark to light made Tom a little wary.

Tom had suspected Stark, but he was watching the game that night. Tom also didn't believe he could be killed twice by the same person.

The Dark Lord cannot be killed twice by the same opponent!

He still has that much confidence!

William pondered Tom's wanderings and suspected that he was probably using this opportunity to search for his Horcrux.

Tom devised a plan to have Dumbledore and Stark kill Voldemort...

But given the choice between controlling the fate of his Horcrux and having someone else destroy it, he would definitely choose the former.

However, Tom's search for the Horcruxes is not so simple.

As the first Horcrux, he could guess the Slytherin Ring... which largely indicates that he had already obtained the ring at the age of sixteen.

When she was sixteen and making her diary, she had the idea of ​​turning the ring into a Horcrux as well, and she also thought of hiding it in the Gaunt mansion.

But after that, he could only guess about the Horcruxes, whether they were objects or locations.

Tom must guess what he will be thinking years or even decades from now.

(Tom: The future Voldemort is as weak as dog shit! Who the hell could have imagined... what the hell was he thinking!)

For example, Little Tom probably wouldn't know about Ravenclaw's tiara.

Otherwise, he would have taken the crown away in the secret chamber instead of leaving it there, which was eventually discovered by the Dementors.

Of course, all of the above are speculations that William and Hermione came up with after thinking hard together all night.

Tom's seclusion and the escaped wizard's quiet... made the camp safer than ever before.

Everyone is talking about the upcoming finals.

Ireland vs. Bulgaria!

Every day, major newspapers analyze historical battle records.

But the last time they met was in the group stage 250 years ago. At that time, both teams were eliminated in the round of 16.

This isn't very useful for reference.

Experts can only indirectly determine the strength or weakness of teams by comparing them with teams they have played against.

British media naturally blew Ireland into the spotlight.

The Bulgarian team... is barely holding on thanks to Krum, who is known as the "successor to Bagman".

As is well known, Ludo Bagman never won a title in his career, which undoubtedly implies that Krum... is gone.

The Daily Prophet went so far as to comment on Krum: "The world's number one braggart, and he's only doing it because of his teammates."

They even said he was the biggest cancer in the Bulgarian team, acting like a big shot, criticizing the coach, and asking why he received the highest salary in the team.

The commentator even wrote at the end: Krum's physical fitness and flying ability are severely lacking, and his team is essentially missing half a person.

Shrimp and pork heart!

Of course, the commentators don't believe Ireland is invincible.

The national team must get rid of one of the chasers and replace him with the younger, more talented Stark.

Only in this way can we plug the last weakness and become the ultimate form!

Bulgarian media also launched various attacks against the Irish Quidditch team.

When criticizing the Seeker, they said he was clinging to the Batsman's leg and strolling around the stadium during the game.

When criticizing batters, they say that without the offensive pressure from chasers, they can't even handle the drifting ball.

When criticizing the chasers, they said that without the seekers' double-teaming, the chasers couldn't even get close to the rim.

Bulgaria has also developed a circular leg-hugging theory.

Therefore, there is no such thing as someone who clings to powerful figures in this world, or that everyone is clinging to powerful figures.

The most outrageous of these was the Japanese newspapers, which portrayed Krum as a hexagonal warrior and a dragon seeking the ball.

Then, they rated Ireland as the strongest team on Earth!

Japanese Minister of Magic Abe was excited. Seeing the success of the World Cup in England, he wanted to gamble on the fate of his country.

Just do a daily offsetting.

Rinse... for better health.

But I only think about it, because he's going to step down this summer.

Several countries have been exchanging words recently, and the Magical Congress of the United States has asked him to lead the charge, to criticize the Starks, and to demand that the Starks compensate the Albanian forest.

Minister Abe can't possibly handle this.

All I can tell you is that he has ulcerative colitis and must step down in August.

Upon learning this, William immediately rallied his Japanese fans to vote for the genius witch, Fujiwara Chika, to become the next minister.

A group of reporters usually squat outside William's tent, waiting to ask him which team will win.

At this point, William naturally spoke his mind... Ireland will win.

He had to pretend to be an Irish fan, and he had to speak with conviction.

At times like these, if you don't support the Irish team, you'll be labeled a Bulgarian traitor and could be stripped of your citizenship in a heartbeat.

Ludo has been coming to see William every day lately, asking him about the betting.

This time, many people are actually afraid to follow William Hill's lead in placing bets.

After all, he made five or six mistakes in a row... that's outrageous!

But there was also a performance that earned him a whopping 500,000 Galleons.

Almost all the so-called "magicians" in the betting industry are taking a wait-and-see approach.

William, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Trelawney, those three are now... the bellwethers.

The day before the final

Trinity finally arrived at the camp from Venice.

Hermione was very happy. The three of them had just experienced a life-or-death adventure in Venice not long ago, and this kind of friendship was always precious.

They left her a room in the tent, and the three of them strolled around the campsite.

William asked, "Why are you so late?"

This time, Trinity didn't wear the leather jacket; instead, she wore high-waisted pants and knee-high boots.

I have no idea where her legs start; it looks like her legs start right below her chest.

Her stunningly beautiful figure attracted the attention of countless wizards.

"The gondola conversion took a little longer," Trinity blinked, "so it was delayed."

"What did you change it to?" Hermione asked curiously.

"A surprise... I can't tell you now." Treney looked smug. "I dismantled several warships to modify it."

"..."

"It's nothing." Trinity patted William on the shoulder casually and gave him a wink.

"Anyway, I have a pardon. In Italy, as long as you don't kill or commit arson, you can do whatever you want."

William rolled his eyes at her, feeling that the pardon was about to be wrong.

"Where is the ship?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I didn't drive over here. This area is full of Aurors." Trinley shook her head. "I'm afraid the British Aurors will accuse me of illegally modifying Muggle items and impound them."

William said softly, "It's alright, I'll protect you in Britain."

Trinity smiled and said, "You said it yourself, Hermione, you heard it."

"Even though it was William who said it, we still have to be careful. We absolutely cannot let London be destroyed," Hermione said, defending William.

"Tsk tsk...you two haven't changed a bit," Treni said with a smile.

"Besides, destruction is something only the two of you would do. St. Mark's Basilica was destroyed by the two of you."

William rolled his eyes again.

"William, Hermione..." Just then, shouts came from afar.

William looked up and saw Harry and Ron.

After some time apart, Ron had gained a lot of weight, especially his face, which was swollen as if he had been stung by a wasp.

Okay, so... he got beaten up by Mrs. Weasley.

"Your classmate?" Treni squinted, glancing curiously at Ron's face.

Ron's face flushed bright red.

He stared blankly at Teresa, opening his mouth as if to answer, but only managed to make some strange little sounds, as if his throat was choked.

"It's our classmate," William said. "Harry, long time no see."

"Yes, but I often see you two in the newspapers," Harry said eagerly.

"Congratulations on your two winning the Order of Italy again. What a wonderful adventure!"

Oh, by the way, you received Xiao Tian…”

He glanced at Trinity and stopped talking. Sirius was still a wanted criminal; they couldn't let outsiders know that.

"I received the letter. Sirius will be here tonight," William said directly.

He made no attempt to hide anything. Trinity was the witch who killed the Italian Secretary General, Matthias.

Compared to the Venice incident, the matter of Little Sirius escaping from prison and being wanted is simply insignificant.

There's nothing to hide from Trinity.

"Oh, that's great... May I go into your tent?" Harry asked hesitantly. "I mean... is Cho there?"

"Yeah, I'm here," William said, barely suppressing a laugh. "By the way, what are you guys doing?"

"Fetch water," Harry said, holding up the bucket.

Ron finally stopped staring at Trinity and hurriedly said:

"If you want to get water, don't go to the water tap. There are too many people there, and there's a long queue."

On the other side of the camp, there was a well. Almost no one was there…

Ron glanced at Brienne and said in a hoarse voice, "I can take you there. Harry and I just tried it; the well water is incredibly sweet..."

William and Hermione exchanged a strange look.

"Is it the well in the northwest corner?"

"Yes...you've been there?"

William looked at Harry and Ron with pity.

On opening day, the England national team suffered a crushing defeat, leading to a riot among fans. Several wizards, drunk, even used the area as a toilet…

Even now, wizards still urinate there every day. Especially those naughty kids.

Merlin... Harry and Ron are... drinking?!

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I'm also quite helpless about updating so late; here's 3,000 words.

(End of this chapter)