This Wizard Was Clearly Weak but Excessively Reckless

One thousand five hundred cycles, more than four years.

If we include the first cycle, William has spent nearly seven years there, and he has been attending Hogwarts for almost nine years.

Keep in mind that Professor Snape only taught at this school for twelve years.

William has become the longest-serving student at Hogwarts, breaking and continuing to hold numerous records.

Of course, if there were internet and cell phones, William could stay for another four years without any problem... He felt that Hogwarts needed reform, and when he became the headmaster, he would definitely have to install internet access.

This is called aligning with international standards.

During this time loop, William learned a great deal, making significant progress in both Ancient Runes and Alchemy.

He had a lot of fun, but he was also very tired, so he decided to leave.

It was another morning. William woke up, got dressed, and headed towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

William will have George play in his place, and while he's at it, he'll wait for Harry to appear in the Gryffindor Common Room and then follow him to the Restricted Section.

"Pig nose!" William shouted the command.

The Fat Lady looked at William and muttered, "What are you doing in the Gryffindor Common Room, a Ravenclaw student?"

"Because I love Gryffindor. Our house only has one door knocker, and we lack an elegant lady like you..."

The Fat Lady chuckled a few times, winked, and cheerfully opened the door.

"If Gryffindor students were as sweet-talking as you, they'd be too rude and not at all like gentlemen."

William chuckled, "I'm not just being sweet-talking, I'm just stating the facts. Haven't you heard of my nickname, 'The Honest and Reliable Young Man'?"

The Fat Lady winked again, contemplating whether she should apply to be stationed permanently in Ravenclaw.

William then crawled into the hole.

As long as there's a secret order, the Fat Lady will open the door, but she always makes things difficult for students from other departments who try to enter.

William knew how to get the Fat Lady to open the door in the shortest amount of time, without questioning him.

You can just lie and praise the Fat Lady, but you can't praise her singing voice.

William said this once, and the other person kept pestering him, wailing and howling for half an hour.

When William entered the twins' dormitory, they were still asleep.

Fred and George look exactly alike, but their sleeping positions are completely different.

George's bed was covered with a large number of alchemical items, and various orders were scattered everywhere.

Fred's bed wasn't cluttered with many things; he was lying sprawled out, his underwear half-off.

Of course, you could also say it's a half-worn state.

Although the posture is the same, these two state words, one representing before the event and the other representing after the event, are completely different in nature.

Niffler was also sleeping, with only its tail and two hind paws showing, while most of its head was tucked into Fred's underwear.

It's truly an eyesore.

William woke the two men up and told them what had happened.

They were certainly willing to help William play, and George went happily.

After William got ready, he stayed in the Gryffindor Common Room and waited for Harry to come out.

He needed to figure out why Harry had suddenly gone to the fourth-floor Restricted Section.

About ten minutes later, Hermione came out with her roommates and then left the common room to go to the Great Hall for dinner.

About half an hour later, Harry and Ron finally came out of the dormitory.

William had already cast Disillusionment Charm and quickly followed behind the two.

William walked down the corridor and glanced towards a corner where Malfoy stood, staring blankly at Harry.

"Who do you think will win?" Ron asked after leaving the Gryffindor Tower.

"It's hard to say. Ravenclaw's players aren't good enough, but William is too strong."

"And then there's Cho, she's quite capable. Ravenclaw has a great chance," Harry analyzed from a professional perspective.

"Yes, I really hope Ravenclaw can teach Slytherin a lesson..."

Ron hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Harry, what do you think about me participating in the Quidditch selections next year?"

Harry scratched his head. He didn't want to say anything that would hurt his friend, but given Ron's skills, there was absolutely no hope of winning from the sidelines.

The Gryffindor team is all on the rise. Although they are unlikely to win the championship this year, even captain Wood is mentally prepared. But if they work together well, the future looks promising.

Ron's greatest strength is as a goalkeeper, but his form is inconsistent. Captain Wood is also a goalkeeper and is only in fifth grade... Ron has no hope.

Seeing Harry's expression, Ron sighed.

"Oh, okay, I know... I can't be a starter, but a substitute... our team needs a few substitutes, right? Even just waving a towel on the field is fine..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill behind him; it must have been a ghost.

"Who's behind me? Is it Nearly Headless Nicolas?"

He turned his head and was startled to see it was Quirrell!

William raised an eyebrow; he had also been ignoring Quirrell.

Quirrell floated in front of Harry, staring at him, his voice trembling as he said, "Harry, go to the fourth floor, the Restricted Section... The Dark Lord... wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone during the tournament... I tried to stop him and got killed... Hurry, or it'll be too late..."

After saying that, Quirrell floated into the sky.

Harry seemed to be deep in thought.

Ron stared at him incredulously. "Harry, you don't actually believe Quirrell's nonsense, do you?"

"Don't forget, during the Quidditch Match, he cast a curse on your broom, trying to kill you!"

"But what if Quirrell is telling the truth?" Harry said seriously, "That's the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort could come back to life..."

Ron shuddered, but still firmly objected. "Quirrell died in the Restricted Section, Harry, you don't really think we can get through the checkpoints and stop You-Know-Who, do you?"

"We can go find Professor Dumbledore first," Harry suggested.

But the two couldn't find Dumbledore. William knew that the headmaster had received a letter that morning from the Ministry of Magic.

This letter was obviously a forgery, intended only to lure Dumbledore away.

Later, Harry and Ron ran into Professor McGonagall again, but were scolded by McGonagall while she went to watch the game.

With no other option, Harry and Ron had to go watch the game too.

On the field, looking at the two teams in the sky, Harry finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"I'm going to stop Voldemort." Harry's face was pale, but his eyes shone brightly.

"You're insane!" Ron said. "You can't do this!"

"You'll be expelled! Professor McGonagall warned you," Hermione advised.

"So what?" Harry retorted angrily. "Don't you understand? If Voldemort gets his hands on the Philosopher's Stone, he'll regain his powers!"

I'm going to stop him!

Harry convinced Ron and Hermione, and the three of them quietly left the Gryffindor stands and went straight to the fourth-floor Restricted Section.

Watching the three figures walk away, William was somewhat speechless.

No wonder Harry died.

This wizard is clearly weak, yet he is excessively reckless.

Was this Dumbledore's purpose? Was he cultivating Harry's courage?!

(Thanks to "Hell Cat" and "Fengling Shiwu" for their generous donations)