Drinking When You Can't Hold Your Liquor!

The day I received the owl letter,

William naively thought he was living in a Tony Stark script.

Playboy, super genius, approachable with his wealth, multi-talented...

At the very least, it should be William Stryker.

If he can't be a hero, he has to be a major villain, with henchmen like Wolverine, Sabretooth, and Deadpool.

You want to become a third-generation Dark Lord? You're into Pure-blood, so I'll just go for the Muggle supremacy theory and wipe out any mutants... cough cough wizards who are superior to Muggle!

But he never expected that he would be using Bran Stark's template... He suffered a crushing defeat at the start, and for the next few years, he was either on the run or on the run.

In his first year, William encountered Tywin, a Death Eaters, and two people died at the school.

From then on, his dissolute... oops, his turbulent student life began.

He has endured far too much every year, things that shouldn't be his age to bear.

I wanted to go on vacation and relax during summer vacation, but I was subjected to all sorts of persecution.

Now that I'm finally back, I just wanted to watch Quidditch in peace, and I still run into troublemakers.

That's right.

Professor Babbling is just stirring up trouble!!

You weren't in the United States acting as a spy, and you successfully infiltrated the distillery... Now, let William... kill someone?

"Professor, you're not kidding, are you?"

William clutched his chest, looking frightened. "I was bitten by a dog when I was little, so I'm easily scared."

Do you think I'm joking?

"So alike, so incredibly alike!"

Babbling glanced coldly at William, pursed her lips, and revealed her sharp edge.

Looking at the face that resembled his own, with that domineering CEO expression... William felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Let's not joke like that." William ignored her gaze and said softly, "Professor, why are you back? Didn't we say we shouldn't see each other for a while?"

"Ilvermorny organized a trip for the teachers to watch the Quidditch World Cup. Do you think it's appropriate for me not to come?"

Babbling walked around twice on her own, then snapped her fingers, and a gold-carved sofa appeared in the room, along with a table.

She sat on the sofa, and a glass of bird-shaped vodka was poured for her.

"That's not really appropriate."

William sat down on the sofa as well. He sniffed the wine; there was no dragon's blood, so he poured himself a glass.

"Kid, can you please not let your reputation grow so fast?"

Professor Babbling leaned back lazily on the sofa, toying with the black glazed cup in her hand.

"I wanted to keep a low profile and quietly make my fortune, but because you became famous so quickly, and we look so alike, a lot of people come to watch me."

William took a sip of his drink, rolled his eyes, and said, "What does this have to do with me? I just want to attend the meeting in peace."

"Your meetings have flooded Venice. I'm just saying my position is useful, aren't I?" Babbling raised her glass and said slowly.

"Do you think you can just go to United States whenever you want with your current reputation? Newt was detained for over half a year, really just because the Thunderbird went missing?"

If you go now, your treatment will be basically the same as his; you'll first be quarantined for six months under some pretext.

William innocently replied, "I really am a good person."

"Since you're a good person..." Babbling raised her glass and said softly, "Help me kill someone."

"..."

This logic is unbeatable.

William didn't continue with his pretense, but calmly asked, "Kill whom?"

Tom Riddle.

William fell silent for a long time, then raised his glass and said softly, "... Why kill him? You can't kill him anyway."

Besides, weren't you trying to get close to him? Trying to get on his good side? If I kill him, how will you get close to him then?

"How can I get close to Tom if you don't kill him?" Professor Babbling smiled. "Only if you kill him, leaving him helpless, can I take advantage of his vulnerability and become his godfather and godmother's brother."

"That makes a lot of sense!"

"Isn't Tom in United States? I'm going to United States now, wait..." William's eyes widened. "He's in the United Kingdom?"

"That's right, the Quidditch World Cup is such a great opportunity, do you think he would miss it?" Professor Babbling gently rested her chin on her hand.

"It's not just him, I reckon Arya Grindelwald sent people too."

William suddenly remembered that the Magic Carpet seller he had met at noon was Egypt wizard.

Will Arya turn into a Magic Carpet merchant and come here to sell Magic Carpet?

Peter also ran away with Voldemort; they might have come to the Quidditch World Cup too...

Holy crap, a three-way meeting!

Laifu's hopes are going to be dashed. These guys just hanging around; the fact that they haven't destroyed the stadium is already a miracle, a blessing from heaven.

William paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Teacher, I'm getting a little excited."

"I'm very excited too."

Babbling squinted at him, then suddenly reached out and grabbed William's face. Her slender fingers slowly and gently stroked his face.

"..."

Babbling explained, "We still look a little different. If I touch your bones, they will gradually change, eliminating the last remaining differences."

William remained expressionless, letting her touch him as she pleased.

"Teacher, will you switch back? Touching me with my face feels... strange."

Putting everything else aside, just let her face return to that unbelievably beautiful Veela face!

William would find that face pleasing to the eye.

But William felt extremely uncomfortable with a face that looked so much like his own, which kept touching him.

"You think I'm not disgusted?!" Babbling glared at William.

"Could you drink the Polyjuice Potion and turn into a soft and cute witch? That way, I'll be more attentive when I touch you."

How about... you become Hermione, or even better, your sister Anne!

"Roll!!"

Babbling stretched, but still couldn't change her face back. She gently rubbed William's cheek and chuckled:

"Your face is quite good; it can attract many female students from Ilvermorny. It played a big role in my ability to find Tom."

"..."Hey, what weird character setting did you add to this identity?!

Don't let him end up cleaning up the mess after dating a bunch of female students!

When William looked at her, Professor Babbling ignored him and changed the subject. "We'll make our move tomorrow night!"

There's a match tomorrow night?

"Killing and competition go hand in hand!" Babbling said calmly.

"How can you prove my innocence?" William asked. "It would be too strange for me not to be present for the first match."

"Just find someone to become you."

"Yes, many people will be talking to me... That person must know me well, know everything about me, otherwise it's easy to be exposed."

William answered himself, "Hermione."

"Then who will become her?" Professor Babbling asked. "She's just as famous. You two are like conjoined twins; there's no reason she wouldn't be there."

"Unremarkable Anne!"

"Very good." Babbling nodded and smiled. "I will pass on your evaluation to little Anne... She will be very happy."

William rolled his eyes.

Babbling pulled a file out of her pocket.

"Tom used Polyjuice Potion to become the key keeper. He definitely won't be watching the game tomorrow night; he'll be staying to watch the tents... and cause some trouble while he's at it."

William took the file.

"Be careful not to get caught by the Auror. I won't bother you two anymore."

A gentle breeze blew by, Babbling disappeared.

The door was pushed open, Hermione peeked out furtively, but was stunned when she saw a figure disappear.

Are there other people in the room? Could it be Uncle Roy?

She remembered the embarrassment of being cornered in her room last summer and quickly shrank back inside.

"Nobody's here, Hermione, you don't need to hide anymore."

A moment later, Hermione cautiously peeked out again.

Who was that just now?

"Professor Babbling," William put down his documents and waved to her, "The professor wants to see me about something."

"Oh, didn't the professor tell you to go see her? Why did you come yourself?"

Hermione came in, closed the door, and then, not wanting to be too worried, locked it again.

The girl had probably just taken a shower; her hair was still wet, and she was only wearing a white slip dress with two cute orange cat patterns printed on it.

"She probably knows I won't go to her."

Hermione simply said "Oh," kicked off her shoes, jumped onto the sofa, grabbed a cushion, and sat cross-legged next to William.

William raised his wand, a burst of heat shooting from its tip to blow on her hair, while recounting what had just happened.

"Is it dangerous?" Hermione asked.

"It's not too dangerous." William stroked Hermione's messy brown curls.

Even if Tom is resurrected, he's just a Horcrux, only as strong as a sixteen-year-old... It shouldn't be too difficult to find out where he is.

Little Tom's strength lies not in his magical abilities, but in his intelligence. He is far smarter than Voldemort himself and enjoys using cunning schemes.

"As long as it's not dangerous."

Hermione relaxed, tilted her head, sniffed, and asked, "It smells so good, what's that?"

"Professor Babbling's treasured bird-shaped vodka... it's very strong!"

William handed his cup to Hermione.

Hermione only took a small sip, and the spiciness made her stick out her tongue.

She leaned against William's shoulder, lying flat on the sofa, and suddenly asked:

"Wouldn't it seem strange if you didn't go to watch the Quidditch World Cup?"

William hummed in agreement.

Hermione took a few more sips of vodka, savoring the taste, and slowly said, "Someone has to use Polyjuice Potion to become like you... but that person has to know you, at least the details of Venice."

Because someone will definitely ask about it...

"Yes."

She suddenly turned around, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'll become you! No one knows you better than me. I can imitate you perfectly!"

"..."

William inexplicably recalled Hermione's outrageous act of kissing Costa while her face was on top of his.

"Hermione, don't use my body for weird things; it'll damage my reputation," William said.

"No!" Hermione readily agreed, then turned around and rested her head on William's lap.

She downed the vodka in one gulp.

"Someone else has to become me... Hmm, Anne would be perfect... She's not famous... She's not very noticeable."

William couldn't help but laugh, mimicking Professor Babbling, "Well, Hermione, I'll pass on your assessment to Anne."

After a few seconds, seeing that no one spoke, William leaned down to look and found Hermione blushing, biting her lip, her eyes hazy with desire.

She grabbed his collar and slurred, "William ~"

William sighed softly and picked her up from the sofa.

He can't hold his liquor, yet he drank so much!

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