From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

'The last one refers to the wizard who created the Horcruxes, the last Horcrux created by the Dark Lord?'

'That's true... After that, he lost the ability to create Horcruxes. The magic used on them is all high-level magic. I can use it, but if I were any weaker, it would be difficult. The Dark Lord is clearly not that terrifying...'

'...'

'So…the headmaster is telling me that Harry is a Horcrux, which is why the Dark Lord could be born from him?'

'Yes, the soul grows spontaneously, absorbing the host's magic. Although the books don't explain how Horcruxes work, that's probably how it works... The Horcrux was activated, but Harry killed it...'

'But the last one—yes!'

'There's no reason he could have met Harry beforehand. After all, Sirius said Harry had been well protected before, so there's no reason for him to risk choosing Harry as the vessel for a Horcrux. Objects are actually safer and more reliable than people…'

'So when Dumbledore said Harry was the last one, he was referring to the creation time. After that encounter with Harry, he was no longer able to create Horcruxes…'

'Given his personality, how could he not have created a Horcrux beforehand? That means he at least had—'

William paused for a moment, then laughed to himself—he remembered the crown that had troubled him for so long before he finally gave it to Dumbledore, and now it seemed that it was clearly one of the Horcruxes.

'That madman… what happened to him…'

William stood up, pausing his thoughts—the matter had reached a dead end; he couldn't possibly have guessed that the Dark Lord would create several Horcruxes.

However, he understood that the Dark Lord was able to withstand the attacks thanks to the Horcruxes, but as for why the Horcruxes went out of control, he, like Dumbledore, had no clue.

'Let's celebrate with some chocolate—Dumbledore was right, Harry really is the most troublesome one…'

If the Horcrux hadn't deliberately revealed itself, who knows how long it would have taken them to discover it, or what price they would have had to pay to remove it...

'Huh? Fireworks?'

William glanced out the window instinctively and saw that someone had set off celebratory fireworks—exquisite fireworks that spun and transformed in the air into all sorts of beautiful shapes…

"Ok?"

William realized something was wrong—the shape of the fireworks seemed to be controlled by magic, not just by themselves.

"boom!"

A giant portrait of Dumbledore appeared in mid-air, and golden and white fireworks exploded, filling half the sky.

'Wow, that's awesome—who did this?'

William couldn't help but praise him—the other party was definitely a master of transformation. Based on his understanding of students, probably no one could transform into such a realistic pattern so easily in the short time it took for fireworks to go off.

To be precise, he's always a second late – that's a huge gap, not so easy to catch up with.

'Is Professor McGonagall setting off fireworks?'

This was the answer that came to his mind immediately—there was no other way, Professor McGonagall was widely recognized as the second most skilled Transfiguration user in the castle.

'Interesting, let's go down and take a look.'

Since William couldn't sleep anyway, he opened the window and used magic to jump out—it was nighttime, so he didn't have to worry about the students going astray.

-

"hey-hey!"

The twins looked excitedly at the sky, each with one of them on each side of Karkaroff's shoulder. "Look, that's how it should be! The bigger the fireworks, the better the celebration!"

"Beautiful, isn't it? One more!"

"I can conjure up anything!"

"I'm so happy today, the Dark Lord is dead!"

Taking advantage of Karkaroff's self-indulgent enthusiasm, the twins quickly presented their pre-designed structure, which Karkaroff then personally demonstrated with a spell.

'He's drunk. The Dark Lord has been dead for over a decade; isn't this celebration a bit too late?'

The two exchanged glances and then proposed the next model.

Chapter 482 The Holiday Ends

"Pfft... Hahahaha..."

At the dinner table, Adams was trying very hard to suppress his laughter.

He pointed at William, grinning from ear to ear, "You actually went and set off fireworks with them... and even tried to make all sorts of ugly fireworks..."

"Laugh if you want to, don't hold it in..."

William rolled his eyes and started seriously dealing with the potato.

Is it his fault for setting off fireworks?

Yesterday, or rather, the early hours of this morning, was indeed a day worth celebrating. Putting aside that, how many people could resist seeing such beautiful fireworks exploding in the sky with such dazzling brilliance?

Not to mention, there's Karkaroff's own demonstration of Transfiguration techniques right there; who could resist trying it themselves?

You have to understand that the time from when fireworks fly into the air to when they explode is so short. You have to come up with a good design, adjust the spell, and dance the wand precisely. Only after completing all of these can you have the foundation to modify the fireworks design. Just getting started is enough to stump a huge number of wizards.

Karkaroff himself was still showing off his Transfiguration skills without any attempt to hide them, and William was watching everything clearly. Under these circumstances, it would be crazy for him not to set off fireworks and try it himself. How could he possibly give up the opportunity to learn on his own?

"Oh, by the way, after Professor McGonagall stormed out and arrested you guys in the middle of the night, didn't she give you a lecture?"

Adams, always eager for gossip, was determined to get to the bottom of the matter.

"No, she even gave me a raise..."

William shrugged, but his expression wasn't very happy.

"A raise?"

Adams paused for a moment, then finally remembered William rushing into the Gryffindor common room to save people. "But why are you so unhappy—is it because of those two kids who got a reprimand?"

"They were only punished by cleaning toilets for three days—what's so strange about that? The frequency is relatively low this year, isn't it?"

William glanced at Adams. "I regret that if Professor McGonagall had arrived half an hour later, I probably would have fully mastered the technique of performing Transfiguration on fireworks. Now, if I practice alone, it will probably take me a week to figure it out..."

“Ah…” Adams shook his head dramatically, “Those kids are so unlucky to have run into a professor who can’t stand not taking the blame for them…”

“Come on…” William cut off a small piece of fish fillet. “If we weren’t here, they wouldn’t have been gone for three days, they would have been gone for seven.”

-

In fact, Adams was wrong. The twins had no time to be sentimental at that moment. After taking a short nap, they spent the whole morning just sitting in the lounge.

In theory, the two should have gone to conduct their magic experiments as they had planned when they stayed at school, but now neither of them wanted to move.

"You're kidding, right..."

Fred looked serious, his eyes fixed on the table. If anyone saw him like this, they would all think they had encountered fake twins.

"No one would joke like that with us, right?"

George also looked serious, but his gaze never left the table.

On the table, or rather, on the pile of glittering gold on the table, lay the exquisite wallet they had acquired in the early hours of the morning, and beneath it, a small mountain of Galleons weighed down the table, making it creak.

Why don't you give me a slap, Fred?

George suggested quietly, but when he realized his brother was seriously preparing to use all his strength, he finally came to his senses—"Stop, I was just giving you an example, you don't need to push yourself so hard!"

Fred looked regretful, but his attention was quickly drawn to the pile of adorable golden toys on the table.

"At least a thousand Galleons, right?"

"How should I know? I've never seen so much gold before!"

"Me too... Are the guys at Durmstrang really that rich?"

"He's the principal, my brother, a real big shot... And isn't it said that Durmstrang's tuition has always been outrageously high, sometimes even used as a way for those people to look down on each other..."

"But this is too much, compared to our pile of... junk..."

Although they disliked calling their product that, compared to a bunch of Galleons, even the Weasley brothers, who were always confident in their product, weren't so confident anymore...

"Let me hug you a little longer... One of my biggest dreams in this life is right here..."

"Okay, then I'll return it around noon..."

After a firm discussion, the two buried their heads in the table.

"Oh right, I remember, Langman had a camera, shall we take some pictures?"

"It's not safe, I dare not leave the house, I'll just stay here..."

After their conversation, the two buried their heads in the table and lay down in the pile of galons.

-

"Hey, pay me back?"

When Karkarov saw the two boys from the previous night again, he couldn't immediately recall what had happened.

In fact, as the principal of Durmstrang, no matter how vigilant he was, he wasn't that careful with his personal belongings anymore.

“Yes, that’s too much, Mr. Karkaroff. We can’t accept such a huge sum…”

As the twins revealed their money pouches, Karkaroff finally remembered the stupid thing he had done—he had simply tossed his money pouch, which he had prepared for his escape, to two complete strangers!

Moreover, he made an overly generous statement—"I want to buy half of the fireworks!"

If the deal goes through, this would truly be the most expensive fireworks display in the magical world…

"what…"

If it weren't for the sheer amount of money inside, he would have even been willing to painfully part with his money and generously declare that he had never regretted paying for anything.

嗏

'I can only pay a high price that no one will disagree with, and then launch a campaign of praise... Last night was indeed too much...'

Just do it.

He took his wallet, pulled out a handful of Galleons, and then added another handful. "This is the money for yesterday's fireworks—a truly brilliant idea, they're absolutely worth the price."

"And your sincerity touched me—I remember you mentioned yesterday that you wanted to open a small shop to sell your own joke products?"

“A fantastic idea! Your excellent quality and top-notch products have convinced me. I will set aside a shop for you in the magical village near Durmstrang Castle. I personally guarantee that you can open the shop there—of course, my advice is that it's best to do so after graduation.”

"Shop?"

"Of course, the storefront."