A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 714 A Gift for Voldemort

Blake's Old House

Sirius Black is squatting in front of the toilet, his head stuck inside, straining desperately.

His face turned bright red, as if he were constipated, or as if he were savoring a top-quality honey-glazed mini hamburger.

He wasn't constipated, nor was he eating spicy food; it was just that... the toilet was clogged.

I dare not use magic to clear the blockage.

He just used magic to cause the sewage in the toilet to back up... like a flood, and it flooded the toilet.

It was absolutely disgusting.

Sirius had reason to suspect that the toilet clog was secretly caused by that bastard Kreacher.

That house-elf is certainly capable of doing something like that.

That guy "accidentally" washed a huge hole in his underwear last time, making it look like open-crotch pants!

And there were even cockroaches and rats in the food!

Kreacher shamelessly added that it was cockroach and rat offal stew... an Italian specialty.

Why don't you add cow dung and cow urine? It's supposed to be an Indian specialty.

If Sirius hadn't eaten that stuff, would he have gotten diarrhea? If he didn't get diarrhea, would he have been able to go to the toilet? If he didn't go to the toilet... would he have gotten a blockage?

"You beast! You slut! You filthy and sinful bastard! Get out of here right now! You have defiled our ancestral home—"

Sirius was unclogging the toilet when he heard shouting and cursing coming from the living room.

The voice came from a portrait—of Sirius's gentle and kind old mother.

"Shut up, or I'll smear this stuff in the toilet all over your mouth," Sirius yelled.

The portrait fell silent; she seemed to agree that... her unfilial son was capable of such a thing.

What a heartwarming scene of a loving mother and filial son!

Just then, a house-elf walked over.

"Young Master, you shouldn't speak to the mistress like that..."

"I'll say whatever I want, she's long dead." Sirius said impatiently, "If you have something to say, say it now. If not, don't show your face in my sight..."

"This is your letter...from your terrible friends."

Kreacher handed over a letter, then immediately muttered to himself:

"It smells like a sewer and a criminal. The spendthrift's friend must be a scoundrel too."

Sirius ignored Kreacher; he saw William's name and hurriedly opened the envelope.

The contents of the letter did not disappoint him.

Catching dead minions is so exciting! It's much more enjoyable than staying in the toilet and cleaning the toilet bowl.

He absolutely adores William.

Sirius whistled and said happily, "Kreacher, I have to go out for a bit. You take care of the toilet; I hope it'll be unclogged when I get back."

That's right, fix this damn toilet by any means necessary! Otherwise, you'll be sleeping here from now on!

Sirius left happily, while Kreacher stood there, his eyes wide open.

It kept repeating:

"By any means necessary... the spendthrift young master ordered Kreacher to clean the toilet by any means possible..."

Kreacher smiled.

I'll use any method I can, anything I can use to wipe it.

It deliberately misinterpreted Sirius's meaning and headed towards his room.

Kreacher picked up Sirius's sheets and blankets and went into the bathroom. He bent over and soaked the sheets in the toilet.

After clearing the blockage, Kreacher didn't even wash himself; he simply used magic to dry the sheets and put them back on Sirius's bed.

Sirius's bed had a special, alluring scent.

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St. Mungo's Hospital for the Magical and Infectious Diseases

Mrs. Longbottom, dressed in a long, outdated lace dress, was chatting with her son and daughter-in-law.

But Neville's father stared at the ceiling with a worried expression, talking to himself, oblivious to his surroundings.

Neville's mother was playing with her hair, occasionally letting out a silly laugh.

The old man was talking to himself, while Neville stood silently to the side, clutching a letter.

William asked him to deliver the letter to his grandmother, who had just shown it to him.

Neville's hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

The old man talked for a long time before finally laughing heartily, "I'm leaving now. I'll come back to see you two after I catch Crouch."

The old woman picked up a pointed hat decorated with a specimen of a vulture, and gently placed it on her head, looking somewhat comical.

As she passed Neville, she suddenly patted the child on the shoulder and smiled kindly, contrary to her usual demeanor:

"Let's go, I'll show you what Grandma is capable of tonight."

Neville clenched his fists and nodded vigorously.

As the elderly woman walked further and further away from the ward, she straightened her back and muttered unhappily:

"I can handle Barty Crouch Jr. all by myself, I don't need Alastor or anyone else to help me... William, that kid, is such a busybody."

Do you really think I'm a retired old lady?!

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In Professor Snape's office, William held a list of potions in his hand.

Snape glanced at it briefly before saying coldly, "You sneaked into my medicine storage room?"

"I didn't," William said innocently.

"Liar! These potions were clearly brewed by me just now."

And these six potions, I've never told anyone about them... How did you know?!

Snape stared into William's eyes.

But William looked fearlessly into the professor's eyes.

With his current level of Occlumency, Professor Snape couldn't possibly see anything.

As for why he knew about these potions... William certainly did.

Over the past eight years, he has practically drained Professor Snape dry.

Those potions, including the brewing methods, were all obtained by William in exchange for "fire dragons"... When the professor agreed, he was secretly delighted, feeling that he had made a huge profit, and he couldn't hide his smile.

But he forgot about it the next day.

William could certainly make it himself now, but he needed it tonight, and there wasn't enough time.

Professor Snape, however, had some in stock.

"This is Professor Dumbledore's note. He requires that you give it to me, Professor." William handed over a note.

If the time loop is mentioned again, then a dragon is truly being given away. William doesn't have a dragon, so he has to resort to Dumbledore.

"I don't care whose approval it is!" Professor Snape was so angry his nose almost twisted.

No, what's wrong with Dumbledore? Does being the headmaster give him the right to seize things by force and do whatever he wants?

Is there no law anymore?!

Anyway, Snape just wouldn't give it to him!

To get the potion, you have to exchange it for something of "equivalent value," and he doesn't need much, like... the corpse of a fire dragon.

"Really, Professor, I have a great use for these poisons... If you ask me for compensation again after tonight, I will definitely give them to you," William said confidently.

He believed that after tonight, Snape would definitely not ask for compensation and might even have to beg William for the poison.

That's right, William could use these potions to mix and create another kind of poison.

This poison was a little gift prepared for Voldemort.

Harry has to see Voldemort tonight.

The reason is simple: Voldemort's resurrection is inevitable.

Preventing Blink Dagger from going to Voldemort would indeed stop Harry from going there and also prolong Voldemort's resurrection.

But how many days can it be delayed?

It's important to know that Harry isn't necessary!

One of the recipes for the potion that resurrected Voldemort: the blood of an enemy was forced to be offered.

Almost all the wizards in Britain were his enemies.

If he can't get Harry, Voldemort, desperate to be resurrected, might use the blood of other wizards.

He will be resurrected in time.

Without Harry's blood, Lily's charm cannot be preserved. Harry's fate is sealed: death.

This is not what Dumbledore wanted to see.

Harry only has a chance to survive if his blood is used.

Given this, Harry going to Voldemort's side to help him resurrect is, by all accounts, a necessary thing to do.

Dumbledore also hoped that Harry could confront Voldemort and continue to hone his courage.

But we can't let Voldemort be resurrected so easily.

His strength needs to be weakened, greatly weakened.

That's easy.

William could immediately concoct a mixed poison. This poison would slowly erode Voldemort's arm, suppressing his strength... causing him to slowly take effect.

Voldemort could, of course, commit suicide immediately and then be resurrected.

But he wouldn't be willing to give up this body, after all, it contained Harry's blood and Lily's protective charm.

He couldn't bear to part with it!

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