A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 851 Courage is the best-sounding synonym for stupidity

This is a dimly lit room with only an oil lamp.

Voldemort stood in the shadows, his right hand gripping the back of the chair, his fingers charred black as if they had been roasted.

Although the Dark Lord remained expressionless, those who knew him knew that he was extremely angry at this moment.

He was truly furious... He was about to leave England, and all the things he had arranged before leaving had gone awry!

The Death Eaters broke out of prison... but only a handful managed to escape.

He fought Stark and only managed to injure him slightly, without gaining any further advantage.

Sending Malfoy and Avery to steal the prophecy ball also failed!

This was one of the things that angered Voldemort the most!

Lukwood knelt before the chair, trembling.

This has nothing to do with him; he just escaped from Azkaban.

That's right. Although he missed the Dark Lord's ride, Lukewood drifted for a day and a night before finally reaching the shore.

Then, he immediately found his organization and returned to the Dark Lord's side.

Before I could even warm myself up, I was summoned immediately.

"So, we've been doing nothing all along?"

Voldemort finally spoke, his voice sharp and cold.

"Master, please forgive me..." Lukwood kowtowed repeatedly.

"None of your business, Lukewood," Voldemort said in a cold voice.

He reclined his chair, approached the trembling man, and looked down at him, saying:

"Is your intelligence reliable, Lukewood?" Voldemort asked again.

"Reliable, Master... After all, I worked in the Bureau of Mysteries... I'm quite certain..."

"But Avery and Lucius told me that Bode could produce the prophecy ball."

"Broad is impossible to obtain, Master." Lukewood shook his head.

"Only those mentioned in the prophecy can obtain the prophecy orb from the Department of Mysteries."

Since that prophecy involves you and Potter, only the two of you can touch it.

Voldemort remained silent.

This explains why, when Malfoy cast the Imperishable Curse on Baldur, Baldur didn't get the Prophecy Orb and instead got injured.

"Stand up, Lukewood," Voldemort said softly.

After Lukewood stood up, he still bowed deeply, glancing fearfully at the Dark Lord.

"Your intelligence is timely..." Voldemort said. "Very good...it seems I wasted several months of my time...but it's alright...we can start over now."

That's what he said, but Lukewood could feel the Dark Lord's anger building up!

"By the way, did you really not see Bella?" Voldemort asked.

"No." Lukwood shook his head. "I separated from Rodolphs and immediately ran towards the shore."

Voldemort remained silent.

He also inquired with the other servants who had managed to escape, but none of them had found Bella.

Where is she?

"Master, that prophecy orb...we still need to go there..." Lukewood immediately took on the task.

"No need, no need to bother anymore," Voldemort said with a sinister laugh.

"Didn't you say that only those who are prophesied can get the prophecy ball?"

Potter will help me with this; I know the kid.

Courage is the best-sounding word to describe foolishness. And in matters of heroism, he has always been very Gryffindor.

Ha! Foolish lion.

Voldemort slowly paced forward and said:

"Alright, go and call Lucius and Avery in."

Lukwood shuddered.

Malfoy and Avery, danger!

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

Second floor ward.

The small room was filled with wizards.

Besides William and Hermione, there are the Weasleys, and Harry.

This is Mr. Weasley's hospital room. He is lying in bed after being bitten by a rune.

William, dressed in a long coat and acting as a makeshift healer, handed over the prepared potion.

Mrs. Weasley carefully took it, blew on it to warm it, and walked to the bedside, saying:

"Arthur, it's time for your medicine!"

Mr. Weasley was leaning against several pillows, holding the Daily Prophet in his hand.

George and Fred quickly got up, helped their father up, and put a backrest under him.

Mr. Weasley took the medicine, pinched his nose, and forced it into his mouth.

"How are you, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked with concern.

"I feel great!" Mr. Weasley smiled, trying to sound relaxed, despite the bitter taste in his mouth.

Mrs. Weasley was relieved and leaned down to kiss her husband's cheek.

"We should be able to remove the bandages now, William?" Ginny suddenly asked from the corner.

"You'll have to ask Amy. I was just helping to brew the antidote," William said with a smile.

Amy, the therapist who was busy working nearby, glanced at the medical record and nodded:

"That's about enough. Finish this last course of treatment."

"Thank you, Miss Bond," Ron said, blushing.

He's been spending a lot of time at the hospital lately, and he's developed feelings for this beautiful therapist.

Amy shook her head, looked at William, and said admiringly:

"We have to thank Mr. Stark for providing the antidote in time."

William shrugged.

"I've seen that kind of snake before, and I've made many antidotes from it. I always carry them with me."

He not only saw them, but also kept one as a pet snake.

This snake was caught in Albany, when it was with Voldemort.

After Voldemort escaped, he took the snake eggs with him, and also had a nymph with him.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts can also prepare the antidote, but they don't know which type of snake venom it is, so it's not as quick as William's.

Amy smiled brightly, her eyes narrowing, and said playfully, "Mr. Stark, are you sure you don't want to work at St. Mungo's?"

I heard you got expelled from school. You're perfect timing to come to our department; you'd definitely be a head of it.

Ron's mouth tasted bitter... Why did all the girls he liked seem to have feelings for William?

What kind of nonsense is this!

Upon hearing Amy's words, William sighed.

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast.

He had barely been fired when he made headlines in newspapers around the world, overshadowing even the Death Eaters' prison break.

Overnight, it seemed that wizards all over the world knew that the famous William Stark had been expelled from Hogwarts.

It's really known all over the world now... because William has received more than a dozen invitations in just the last two days.

They are all magic schools, and they are willing to offer William a full scholarship, hoping he will transfer to their schools.

Why is everyone so excited?

Since William went, he'll definitely be a renowned alumnus!

He's so rich, he should at least donate money to the school after graduation, right?

And those shady magic schools...

That's right. In addition to the eleven officially registered magic academies with the International Wizarding Federation, there are many other dubious schools in the magical world.

For example, an Akali intensive course... that's definitely a shady, unqualified educational institution.

William's arrival will immediately raise the school's profile, and he might even be promoted to a full-fledged position, gaining recognition from the International Confederation of Wizards.

In addition, Mrs. Maxim was also adding fuel to the fire, deliberately stating in the newspaper:

Stark can help you find a partner if you enroll; Beauxbatons has no shortage of beautiful women.

And then there's Sirius Black, who, instead of focusing on how to deal with Voldemort, gave an interview:

If William is willing to become a professor, he will be offered triple salary and a large year-end bonus.

Durmstrang had given up on a brilliant wizard years ago, and he didn't want to give up on this one as well.

Even major clubs have joined in the banter, expressing their willingness to hire William as a ball chaser.

The Quidditch World Cup champion, The Chaser, has offered to play as a substitute if William is willing to come.

Suddenly, recruiting William, a dropout, became a trend.

Every industry wants to jump on the bandwagon.

Anyway, just rub against it.

It's free.

William could only console himself: who among the real big shots goes to seventh grade?

Look at Grindelwald, look at Newt Scamander, look at Hagrid... cough cough, let's skip this one.

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(End of this chapter)