A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 800 Harry, you need to get going!

After seeing Missandei and her party off, William and Hermione walked down the corridor toward the Ministry of Magic's main hall.

There were many other things to do in Austria, and Soros and his team naturally couldn't stay there indefinitely.

After acting as a witness, they immediately left using the official door key.

When William arrived in the lobby, he discovered that the reporters who had intercepted the two of them earlier had all disappeared.

It seems they were all driven away by Fudge.

Unexpectedly, William and Hermione saw Mr. Weasley and Malfoy near the fountain statue in the hall.

The two were locked in a standoff once again, but they managed to avoid a physical fight due to the presence of wizards around them. However, their verbal sparring became increasingly intense.

Malfoy stared at Mr. Weasley and asked coldly:

"What are you doing here, Arthur?"

"I can be wherever I want!" Mr. Weasley said irritably.

"Isn't your office on the second floor?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "Your tiny, run-down office can't even fit three people."

"What's it to you?!" Arthur glared at him. "Your manor is certainly big enough to house a lot of Death Eaters, isn't it?"

Malfoy glared at him and sneered, "Let me give you a heads-up: stop going against Minister Fudge."

Otherwise, you might not even be able to keep your meagerly paid job.

Malfoy looked at the fountain to the side.

At the bottom of the famous magic fountain pool, there are many glittering silver shiko and bronze knat, and next to it, a small, stained sign reads:

All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

Malfoy feigned surprise and said:

"Arthur, you're not thinking of stealing Nat from the fountain to supplement your family's income, are you?"

Mr. Weasley's face turned bright red, and he was about to retort angrily when a voice rang out from not far away.

"No, Mr. Weasley is donating to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts to treat your master's hand injury."

"Who?!" Malfoy turned around, but upon seeing who it was, his arrogant expression quickly vanished.

William and Hermione walked in side by side, and William continued:

"Malfoy, how's old Tom? Is his hand injury any better?"

"How dare you...!"

"How dare you call your master by his name?" William chuckled. "I almost killed him that night."

What's wrong?

"You forgot?"

Malfoy took a few steps back, a hint of fear on his face.

When he thinks back to that night at the cemetery, it feels like a dream.

The Dark Lord was actually fighting the young wizard in front of him to a standstill, and even suffered some injuries.

Has the Dark Lord become weaker, or is Stark too strong?

"Don't be afraid, I was helping you get revenge that night." William smiled.

"I saw Voldemort's soles rubbing against your hair... By the way, you don't have athlete's foot on your scalp, do you?"

Mr. Weasley's mouth dropped open slightly, and he looked quite shocked.

Goodness, you always keep your hair so shiny and you even mock others for being bald... Turns out, your hair is a "virgin territory" reserved for a mysterious person.

It was specifically designed to make him rub against it.

Malfoy's face showed anger, whether from William's words or from Weasley overhearing him, it was unclear.

He argued, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Never mind if you don't know..." William stared into Malfoy's eyes and asked bluntly, "What are you doing at the Ministry of Magic?"

Malfoy deliberately lowered his head to avoid William's gaze, then shook his pocket, the gold inside jingling.

"Of course it's some private business with Minister Fudge, it's none of your concern, Stark!"

Malfoy turned and left, not giving William the chance to use Legilimency.

Watching his retreating figure, William suddenly spoke, his tone neither too loud nor too soft:

"That diary...it was very important to him, as important as his life!"

Malfoy staggered, glanced at William in alarm, and then hurriedly ran away.

"Did you see that?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"No, he was very wary, probably because he knew I could use Legilimency," William said.

Voldemort has a new task for Malfoy, which is why Malfoy comes to see Minister Fudge.

But Snape investigated for a long time without obtaining any information.

Malfoy clearly knew how to use Occlumency and was also aware of the need to avoid eye contact.

But it doesn't matter, William still has Malfoy's weakness in his hands.

That's a diary!

Malfoy certainly didn't know what a diary was, otherwise he would have thrown it into Hogwarts too.

But that didn't stop him from being afraid.

After all, it was a valuable item that Voldemort entrusted to Malfoy to keep safe, and it could open the Chamber of Secrets, so it must be extraordinary.

But now, it's ruined!

How could Malfoy not be filled with apprehension, and even more afraid that one day Voldemort would suddenly ask:

Where is my diary?

William was deliberately reminding Malfoy that the diary was important, thus exacerbating his fear.

Even with William's deliberate reminder, Malfoy might still be able to discover that the diary is a Horcrux.

After all, if even Regulus could find out, why couldn't Lucius?

What would Malfoy do if he knew he had destroyed the Dark Lord's Horcruxes?

Should we report this to the Dark Lord?

Of course not, Malfoy cared more about himself and the lives of his wife and children.

He was determined to keep it a secret.

William would naturally not tell Voldemort about this, but he could use this secret to control Malfoy.

"As the daylight grew increasingly gloomy, the night of vigilance was about to begin."

With the help of his servants, the ruthless Dark Lord will rise again.

Coldness breeds resentment, and resentment leads to betrayal.

When three traitors appear, death will inevitably follow... death will follow...

Two years later, Professor Trelawney made this prediction, which William still remembers.

From the current perspective, the Dark Lord has risen again, and the servant who helps him refers to Wormtail.

But Wormtail had long been Tom's man; he had betrayed Voldemort.

Three traitors have emerged... Of the two, William pondered for a long time and concluded that they were Wormtail and Professor Snape.

As for who the third one is, he hasn't figured it out yet.

But here's the problem: prophecies are elusive and sometimes you even have to create them yourself.

During the incident involving the White Dragon in Venice, Death appeared to William in a dream, telling him that the Holy Grail was burning at the bottom of the tomb.

But in fact, the Holy Grail didn't just wait there; it was William and Hermione who "voluntarily" brought it there.

There is a subjective initiative involved here.

Similarly, since William doesn't know who the third traitor is, he'll just create one himself!

Even if it turns out that the third traitor isn't Lucius, they can still use that to blackmail him and get some benefits.

William is also a master at manipulating people's hearts.

He's a master of manipulation!

Just then, Professor Snape appeared. He strode over, his long black robes billowing, like a giant bat.

A mysterious smile played on his lips; he seemed to have never been in such a good mood before.

Mr. Weasley rushed forward, anxiously asking, "Professor, how is Harry?"

"He's behind you, go ask him!" Snape strode away, seemingly looking for a secluded spot to savor the moment.

Harry did come out, but he looked utterly dejected and walked with a listless gait.

He tripped on the fountain step and fell directly into the water.

What the hell!

Judging from Harry's expression, is he really going to be expelled?

Mr. Weasley rushed over, pulled him out of the water, and asked, "Harry, how are you?"

Harry sobbed, "I don't know what to do. The future looks bleak."

"You got fired?" William asked, frowning.

"No, but it's worse!" Harry covered his face.

"I'd rather be expelled from the Ministry of Magic! That beast Snape, he just... to me in the trial room... sob sob."

Harry burst into tears, as if Professor Snape had done something terrible to him.

"Harry, don't do this, you need to straighten up!" Mr. Weasley comforted him.

But Harry could only sob and couldn't say a word.

Just then, several jury wizards passed by, and Mr. Weasley quickly grabbed one of them, whom he knew well, and asked him what had happened.

The other party quickly described it in great detail.

After hearing this, William exclaimed that he was an expert.

Snape was defending Harry while simultaneously subjecting him to social death.

This is a true master of PUA!

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