Professor Targaryen in America!

Babbling never said it, but William was quite certain that she was actually a vile... vampire.

Babbling's wine gave her away.

Every day she carries a glass of blood-red liquid that looks very much like wine, with a lot of Potions added to mask the smell.

But as a man who had dealt with two fire dragons, William was certain that it contained dragon blood.

Babbling has long silver hair, a stunning appearance, and may even have some Veela ancestry. Of course, only Phoebe can confirm this.

But William never imagined that Babbling could be related to Slytherin.

She's truly a rare Half-blood creature!

Dumbledore seemed to have a particular fondness for sending all sorts of strange teachers to Hogwarts.

Leaving aside the smugglers, Death Eaters, and swindlers in the Defence Against Dark Magic position, let's just talk about Hagrid...

William didn't believe that his unusual height meant he didn't have some kind of Giant blood.

And then there's Professor Flitwick, short in stature and with an odd appearance, who must have Goblin blood.

Giant, Goblin, vampires, Veela... Dumbledore even worked to get Centaur to teach Divination.

William wouldn't be too surprised if one day he discovered that a teacher was Werewolf!

Think about it again... Our Professor Snape, who had been in love with Lily Evans for decades, wrote a letter every day that he could never send, and kept it in his desk.

It's certainly touching, but if you think about it carefully, what he's been thinking about year after year is actually Potter's wife.

Not to mention Dumbledore, who once formed Blood Pact with Grindelwald; there might even be some British-flavored post-coital stories involved.

Is that really true?!

The professors at Hogwarts are actually made up of such a team?!

It seems there are hardly any normal people among them.

Are you scared?!

William wanted to ask about Babbling's background, but she showed no interest in going into details. William could only remain silent.

Babbling downed the red liquid in her glass in one gulp, staring intently at William, and whispered:

"William, with your abilities, you should have graduated long ago."

In my opinion, you should be the one handling things in United States. You've dealt with Tom before, you have more experience, not Newt or me."

"With great power comes great responsibility," William said, half-jokingly.

"Great ability?" Babbling glanced at William sideways, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"With the Ravenclaw Ring, your abilities already surpass those of most wizards, but Dumbledore doesn't want you to go to United States and insists on waiting until you come of age."

"Yeah, I'm still a child," William joked.

Babbling remained calm. "William, let me tell you, Tom Riddle's matter isn't that simple."

He will establish himself in United States, inciting unrest; he will build a new power in Ilvermorny; he will be more powerful than Voldemort.

"But we can't stop him. We need him to break free of his Horcrux symbiote relationship with Voldemort," William said calmly.

"That's the only way to truly kill them."

It's like wanting to kill Voldemort but having to resurrect him first—it sounds contradictory, but it's the most frustrating reality.

Babbling smiled. "So I devised a new plan to help you obtain a new identity in the United States."

"What do you mean?" William raised an eyebrow.

"William, your fame is too great now, and the speed at which your reputation has been built is so fast that even Dumbledore is astonished."

In his original plan, you would grow quietly and earn the Order of Merlin, Second Class, which could be attributed to good luck. However, the Paris nuclear crisis made you famous all over the world.

With great fame comes a problem: once you go to United States, you'll be under strict surveillance by the Magical Congress, just like Newt.

It's hard to go unnoticed when you do things, and it's inconvenient to do anything.

"When Grindelwald went to United States to find the Obscurial, he became Percival Graves, a high-ranking United States Congress official. He was not discovered until the very end."

This gave me a great inspiration.

Who have you become?

Babbling's smile grew wider and wider. "Guess?"

William squinted and asked, "The Director, or the Head of the Auror Office?"

"I've joined Ilvermorny as a professor of Ancient Runes; of course I can't become one of these high-ranking officials."

Babbling reached up and smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead, her smile intoxicating. "Actually, I used Human Transfiguration to transform into your appearance."

"... But I'm only fourteen."

"So I became like you at eighteen... Compared to your photos, I'm also much taller than you are now, and my facial features are more handsome."

Babbling said softly, "It will definitely look different from what you looked like at eighteen. Next time we meet, I'll touch your skull, and it will look more like you."

"..."

"Wouldn't Tom be startled to see you?" William asked after a moment of silence.

"He will, but he'll soon find out that 'I' just look like you," Professor Babbling said smugly.

William understood what Babbling meant.

The diary first appeared in Ron's hands, then suddenly disappeared and appeared in Lockhart's hands.

At the time, Dumbledore and William deduced that there must be a mole within Hogwarts, Tom.

Tom went to United States, and according to Dumbledore's guess, he wouldn't take the little spy with him; he would only stay at Hogwarts as an informant.

This is a great opportunity to turn the tables on this piece!

Babbling, with a face resembling William's, appeared in United States, while William himself remained at Hogwarts.

The mole will give Tom a definite piece of information, a perfect alibi, proving that the two are not the same person.

This plan is indeed brilliant and highly feasible.

"But Professor, Tom will definitely investigate your background as well."

"Investigate," Professor Babbling said confidently. "The identity I provided is perfectly legitimate. At Durmstrang Institute, they can check my student records, family background, name, and even my grades in each subject."

"How did you get involved with Durmstrang Institute again?" William asked in surprise.

"William, I've lived for many years."

Babbling reclined on the sofa, saying lazily, "Even a pig can come up with a lot of plans."

To put it another way, I'm secretly one of Durmstrang's seven School Governor.

"..."

"Once Tom discovers that I have no connection to you, he'll definitely become very interested in me and then take the initiative to approach me."

Just because you look a lot like me?

Babbling snapped her fingers and laughed, "That's right, we look alike, so he can use me to impersonate you..."

William finally understood.

Babbling not only wants to establish a new identity and gain a foothold in the United States, but also wants to become a double agent and join Tom's new organization.

By the time William goes to United States, Babbling will likely be Tom's confidante...

How creepy!

With William's handsome face, trying to seduce Tom? William felt something was off.

"I've already set up the stage, but you still need to practice your acting a bit, otherwise you'll easily be exposed."

"For example?"

"You should at least know how to teach Ancient Runes, right? You don't even have teaching experience, how are you going to take over my disguise in the future?"

William nodded slightly.

It seems that Babbling's decision to have him teach Ancient Runes was not a spur-of-the-moment thing, but rather a carefully planned scheme.

"But I'm too busy to teach five grades."

"I don't need you to teach all grades, just third grade is fine. With a little experience, you'll be a completely United States... Professor Targaryen!"

William for a moment, then nodded and said, "Then there's only one last thing left for us, Professor."

"What's up?"

"How are we going to split our wages?" William tapped the Phoenix Book, looking like he was short of money and trying to be stingy.

"I teach your students, but you don't come to class. It's not fair that you take all the salary."

Babbling rolled her eyes and snorted, "How are you going to divide it?"

"At least a 30/70 split, right? I'll take 70%!"

"Okay, do as you please."

William did a quick mental calculation and said, "You get 100 Galleon a month, that's 1200 Galleon a year. We'll split it 30/70, so you'll have to pay me... 840 Galleon. Thank you for your patronage!"

"Wrong!" Babbling stretched, revealing her ample bosom, and held up a slender finger, saying:

"I've taught five grades, you only need to teach third grade..."

"That's 168 Galleons."

"You've forgotten one thing," Babbling said with a sidelong glance at William.

"The difficulty level of teaching varies from grade to grade. You don't think that a teacher who teaches third grade gets the same salary as a teacher who teaches fifth, sixth, or seventh grade, do you?"

"If we estimate based on my level of difficulty, your monthly salary would only be... one Sickle."

"..."

So you're trying to fob off a beggar?!

That damn vampire.

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