The Youngest Member of the Wizengamot

According to Firenze:

At the center of the Cygnus is a supermassive black hole that emits powerful radiation when stimulated.

This ejected energy, attracting and combining with the most powerful interstellar medium, can give birth to something even more powerful...

Without Firenze elaborating further, William already knows... Whether this black hole is legitimate or not is another matter, but it's definitely very powerful.

However, according to him, the anomaly in Hydra is related to the recent Cygnus event.

That year, the Centaur observed that Epsilon Star of Hydra was getting brighter and brighter, even surpassing the brightness of the Heart of the Hydra.

Assuming the Centaur's Prophecy is correct, in hindsight, the Hydra event should correspond to Tom.

Because it was precisely on that night that Little Tom broke free from the diary and completed his resurrection from Horcrux to body.

According to Firenze's recent observations, the anomaly in Hydra many years ago was actually influenced by Cygnus.

An ancient and powerful force is slowly awakening.

If viewed in context, this suggests that Tom's resurrection was not an accident, but rather the result of interference from a more powerful force.

After much thought, William could only deduce this meaning.

After all, the Centaur never speak their minds completely; they prefer to leave things unsaid.

Of course, Firenze's Prophecy seems more like a ploy to secure funding.

In particular, he proposed building a large telescope so that he could observe the stars more closely and arrive at more accurate answers.

I have the design drawings, and after looking at the budget, wow... it'll probably cost around 50,000 Galleon.

Just before the start of the semester, Professor Trelawney approached Professor McGonagall and told her that she had invented a method of Divination using alcohol.

To paraphrase this old drunkard:

"This is a groundbreaking creation, the greatest method of Divination in the history of Prophecy."

Not only is it highly accurate, but it also has a long prediction time...

For the sake of all wizards, Professor Trelawney needs a winery.

Look... other people don't even mention buying alcohol, that's such a narrow-minded approach. She's solving the problem directly at its source!

Let's set up our own winery and specialize in producing sherry.

Seeing Firenze and Trelawney's outrageous demands, William figured that asking for 70,000 to 80,000 Galleon for cash wouldn't be a big deal for him, would it?

Therefore, during the dinner, he planned to inform Professor McGonagall of this reasonable request and ask the School Governor to approve it immediately, lest they be ungrateful...

However, he never got a chance to speak, because Hagrid started crying during the dinner.

Could it be that he also wants to scam... oops, I mean, get an advance on the funds?

Hagrid, an honest man, would never do such a thing. He was heartbroken because his Aragog was dying.

Professor Flitwick, who was sitting to the side, immediately expressed his concern.

Especially after he heard that Aragog was a fifty-year-old soul beast... oops, Acromantula.

It should be noted that, thanks to William's efforts, the news that the Acromantula could replenish kidney essence had already spread far and wide.

The black market is extremely expensive now, with prices several times higher.

And the longer the storage time, the better the effect...

Fifty years' worth of it—if you took it, wouldn't you immediately become incredibly vigorous?

Professor Flitwick claimed he didn't need it, but he had a friend who wasn't in good health...

Professor Slughorn was also so excited that he lost his composure.

He wasn't too concerned about whether it was for kidney tonification or not; after all, he was over a hundred years old, and even if he enjoyed that kind of thing, his body simply couldn't handle it anymore.

But the venom of those Acromantula can now be bought for a pint of one or two hundred Galleon.

The longer the aging period, the higher the quality and the more expensive the product.

Slughorn wanted to stock up on some and then make some extra money.

So, throughout the entire dinner, Flitwick and Professor Slughorn were concerned about Aragog's health.

Let's clink glasses, wishing it eternal health (or an early death).

After the dinner, William fulfilled his duties as president of the boys' council by sending the students home before going to the Headmaster's Office.

Upon arriving at the office, they were surprised to find that the principal was not there.

Photos of Hogwarts' past headmasters and principals hang on the wall. They usually pretend to be asleep when students arrive.

But they were so familiar with William that they didn't even bother with formalities and chatted away.

Don't assume that all the former principals are highly respected, concerned with national affairs, or worried about the country and its people.

But in private, he's actually quite frivolous.

William had previously seen a portrait of a school principal writing in his diary, and the content was basically similar to what Ji Lao had written, so he thought, "I need to get to know more girls."

What else could William say?

Low Emotional Intelligence naturally makes someone a lecherous old man, while high Emotional Intelligence is... genuine and unpretentious!

"The headmaster's out, Shidake!" Phineas Black said slyly. "He wants you to wait for him at Hogsmeade."

William rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think I'm blind?"

There was a Pensieve on the table, Dumbledore obviously watching porn in it again.

"Is Harry in there too?" he wondered.

The portrait of the former headmaster Armando Dippet, says, "Yes, Dumbledore said you can go straight in after you arrive!"

William nodded and walked toward the Pensieve.

"Shidake, where is my great-grandson? I haven't seen him for a year and a half!" Phineas Black asked again.

Although Sirius's name was removed from the family tree by his mother, Phineas, as the last male in the Black family, still quite liked this great-grandson.

William gave him the middle finger and said, "He's on a classified mission."

After he finished speaking, his body disappeared into thin air and entered the Pensieve.

If Harry were in there, then Dumbledore would definitely be showing him Tom's past right now.

Sure enough, after William landed on the ground again, he found himself in a familiar room.

The layout was incredibly familiar, because this was Slughorn's office.

However, this was a scene from fifty years ago.

Slughorn was still very young at that time, Voldemort was even more immature, only sixteen years old.

The memory was coming to an end, and the students got up to leave, while Tom deliberately lagged behind.

After everyone had left, Slughorn urged:

"Hurry up, Tom, you don't want to get caught being outside during lights-out time, do you? You're the Prefect..."

"Sir, I'd like to ask you something."

"Then ask quickly, child, ask quickly..."

"Sir, I'd like to ask if you know anything about... Horcrux."

Suddenly, a thick fog filled the room, memories began to swirl, and Slughorn and Tom vanished.

William had seen this memory long ago, and these wisps of smoke were traces of Slughorn's clumsy alterations to it.

He concealed his true memories and gave Dumbledore a modified, false set of memories.

Sure enough, after the smoke cleared, Slughorn angrily and righteously rebuked:

"Tom, I know nothing about Horcrux, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Get out of here now, and don't let me hear you mention it again!"

William waited silently until the memory ended before walking towards the principal.

Dumbledore ago and smiled, "William, you've come at the right time. I'm just taking Harry to relive this secret from the past."

Harry, engrossed in his reading, only then noticed William. He exclaimed excitedly, "William! Did you have a good Christmas holiday? I saw the newspaper; Voldemort attacked you. Hope nothing happened..."

"It's fine," William smiled. "Nothing serious has happened, don't worry."

Harry spent this time at Snape's house.

I didn't see him at the dinner party either; he was probably just brought over by Professor Snape and then called to the Headmaster's Office by Dumbledore.

After chatting with Harry for a while, William took the initiative to ask:

"Professor, is there something you need from me?"

"I remember you were the Youth Representative of the Wizengamot, weren't you?" Dumbledore said.

William was taken aback, not expecting Dumbledore to bring this up suddenly. He nodded and said, "Yes."

In his third year, William became the United Kingdom Youth Representative of the Wizengamot.

At the time, William was vacationing in Paris when Newt was arrested. Dumbledore quickly gave him the identity to extradite Newt.

"Your status as a youth representative is probably coming to an end," Dumbledore said calmly.

William raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore didn't keep him in suspense; he went straight to the point:

Voldemort continued to assassinate members of the Wizengamot.

Before this summer arrives, I will suggest that you fill the vacancy and become a member of Wizengamot!

Harry, standing to the side, gaped. Eighteen-year-old Wizengamot... this was simply unprecedented.