Is Harry Potter the Mole? (Second update! (5/10))

The principal wouldn't let William leave, so he had no choice but to stand quietly in the corner, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Fudge glanced at William, his face growing even redder, as if he'd been drinking fake alcohol.

William seemed to suddenly take an interest in Fawkes's bird's nest; he lowered his head and examined it closely.

Fawkes isn't home; he's probably out for a walk.

William rummaged through its nest but found no phoenix eggs or fallen feathers. Instead, he discovered a lot of Bobocha snacks hidden in a corner.

When did those two start dating?

Strangeness!

Also, Fawkes has been with Dumbledore for decades, so why doesn't he have any children?

If you can't afford to raise the child, or find taking care of the child too troublesome, William can help raise the child for free.

Even if the child isn't Fawkes's, William won't mind. He'll treat it as Fawkes's own child and never let it suffer any injustice.

Seeing that William really wasn't leaving, Fudge paused for a moment, then lowered his voice slightly and said:

"Albus, this time it really isn't the Dementor' fault. They discovered Black's trail, otherwise they wouldn't have disobeyed your orders and entered Hogwarts."

"And it turns out they weren't mistaken; Black sneaked all the way into the Gryffindor Common Room..." Fudge sighed.

"Thank you, Merlin. Luckily, it's Halloween today, and the students are all attending the banquet."

Black must have been out of his mind. He'd been on the run the whole time, never expecting that last night was Halloween Eve, and he'd come up empty-handed.

"I do not agree with your view, Cornelius," Dumbledore said sternly.

"Dementor have entered the castle without permission. With so many students here, you should know what kind of disaster a riot involving hundreds of Dementor would cause, right?"

"But the situation was urgent, wasn't it?" Minister Fudge said, slightly firming his stance. "I think Black is more dangerous than Dementor."

Do you remember thirteen years ago?

He destroyed an entire street with a single curse.

At that time, I was the deputy minister of the Department of Magical Catastrophes, and I was among the first to arrive at the scene after Black had killed so many people.

I will never forget that scene. Sometimes I even dream about it.

There was a huge crater in the middle of the street, so deep that it had broken the sewer pipes below. Corpses were everywhere. Muggle were screaming.

Black stood there laughing maniacally, with Pettigrew Peter's remains right in front of him... a pile of blood- Scabbers robes and a few pieces.

"Black spent so long in Azkaban, but he wasn't weakened; his magic remained powerful."

"Otherwise, how could we have dealt with so many Dementor, causing over two hundred of them to disappear?"

Forgive my bluntness, but although they are said to be missing, I believe that those Dementor have actually perished.

We should award the Dementor a Order of Merlin, Second Class in recognition of their bravery.

And take even bolder measures...

"What measures?" Dumbledore asked calmly, his arms crossed.

"Get them back to their peak numbers as soon as possible." Fudge's eyes gleamed.

"I know you don't like them, but this is a crucial time, and they're very useful."

"We should lift the restrictions on Dementor breeding and allow multiple births."

My personal secretary, Umbridge, calculated that we only need to double the original amount.

"Cornelius, your idea... I can only say, it's very original and imaginative," Dumbledore said sarcastically.

"Albus, trust them this once. Even the Dementor have a heart that wants to be positive."

"When did they develop such extravagant ideas?" Dumbledore said coldly.

"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you. Let's leave it at that for today."

Fudge sighed, stood up, picked up the green top hat from the table, and put it on his head.

"Oh, William, we meet again."

Fudge smiled warmly, opened his arms, and gave William a big hug.

It's here!

Minister Fudge's unique way of showing enthusiasm was with a passionate hug.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, William grabbed a few more strands of hair from him.

"William, you heard everything just now, didn't you?" Fudge hesitated for a moment.

"Yes, Minister, I can't believe it, I'm so shocked!" William shook his head. "Are there really so many Dementor missing?"

Fudge nodded.

William clasped his hands together, suppressing a laugh, and prayed:

I hope he's alright!

The minister echoed:

I hope he's alright.

"William, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone about this, it will cause unnecessary panic," Fudge said in a low voice.

Do you understand?

"Of course, I quite like Dementor, and I hope they reproduce quickly," William chuckled.

After Minister Fudge left, William sat down in a chair.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples and asked, "A cup of coffee, please?"

"Thank you." William nodded.

The headmaster waved his wand, and two cups of coffee appeared on the table.

William gazed at the rising steam and asked, "Minister Fudge, aren't you afraid the Dementor will get out of control by allowing them to multiply on such a large scale?"

"William, Fudge is a politician. His first concern isn't about things getting out of control, but about protection."

"Protect the people?"

"No, it's about making people believe they are protected," Dumbledore said.

"But Dementor are evil creatures; they reproduce by absorbing happy memories."

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't care about good or evil, only about order or chaos." Dumbledore a sip of coffee.

He said dismissively, "They don't mind cooperating with dark creatures to achieve their goals."

"Come on, William, let's talk about last night. Where did you and Hermione go?"

"The Room of Requirement"

"Of course, I thought of that place." Dumbledore said calmly, as if he had expected it.

William quickly recounted his experiences from yesterday, including his Room of Requirement, particularly the issue of the mole.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Dumbledore suddenly said:

"William, could you keep an eye on Ron for me?"

"Professor, you've also noticed Ron's unusual behavior?" William frowned. "What happened yesterday doesn't seem like something he would do."

Selling photos of Professor Snape in drag outside the Slytherin Common Room... Would Ron really dare to do something like that?

He might have thought about it, but he definitely wouldn't have the guts to do it.

"Was he Imperius Curse by an inside man?" William asked.

"It's not the Imperius Curse... it's not that serious," Dumbledore explained.

"It must be some kind of manipulative magic, meant to embolden Ron and make him blindly arrogant."

"That sounds a lot like someone taking a large dose of Felix Felicis." William frowned.

After taking large Felix Felicis, one may exhibit characteristics of blind arrogance, doing things that one desires to do but dares not do.

It has a similar catalytic effect to alcohol; after all, alcohol emboldens the timid.

This kind of inductive magic is not as obvious as the Imperius Curse, and it is impossible to detect it afterward.

Even Ron himself would only regret his actions yesterday, but would not feel the slightest bit manipulated.

Selling photos at Slytherin House was something he had always wanted to do, but he just hadn't dared to!

So the question is, why was the mole specifically targeting Ron? What made him special?

When Ron got his hands on the diary, the mole and Tom struck up a conversation.

This time, the mole has approached Ron again.

This at least shows that he was right next to Ron, and they were very familiar with each other, even to the point that he knew Ron's inner thoughts.

Having spent every day with Ron, and knowing him quite well... William felt he was about to discover who the mole was.

I'm just missing a little inspiration.

Wait... that perfectly matches this condition.

It's just Harry!

So, Harry Potter is Tom Riddle's mole?

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