A Gift for Voldemort

Black's Old House

Sirius was squatting in front of the toilet, his head stuck inside, straining desperately.

His face turned bright red, as if he were constipated, or as if he were savoring a top-quality Lao Ba- glazed mini hamburger.

He wasn't constipated, nor was he eating spicy food; it was simply because... the toilet was clogged.

I dare not use magic to clear the blockage.

He just used magic to cause sewage to back up into the toilet... like a flood, it completely submerged the toilet.

It was absolutely disgusting.

Sirius had reason to suspect that the toilet clog was secretly caused by that bastard Kreacher.

That House-elf is certainly capable of doing something like that.

That guy "accidentally" washed a huge hole in his underwear last time, making it look like open-crotch pants!

And what's more, they even found cockroaches and rats in the food!

Kreacher shamelessly added that it was cockroach and rat offal stew... Italy specialty.

Why don't you add cow dung and cow urine, and call it an India specialty?

If Sirius hadn't eaten that stuff, would he have gotten diarrhea? If he didn't get diarrhea, would he have been able to go to the toilet? And if he didn't go to the toilet... would he have gotten a blockage?

"You beast! You slut! You filthy and sinful bastard! Get out of here right now! You have defiled our ancestral home—"

Sirius was unclogging the toilet when he heard shouting and cursing coming from the living room.

The voice came from a portrait—that of Sirius's gentle and kind old mother.

"Shut up, or I'll smear this stuff in the toilet all over your mouth," Sirius yelled.

The portrait fell silent; she seemed to agree that... her unfilial son was capable of such a thing.

What a heartwarming scene of a loving mother and filial son!

Just then, a House-elf walked over.

"Young Master, you shouldn't speak to the mistress like that..."

"I'll say whatever I want, she's long dead." Sirius said impatiently, "If you have something to say, say it now. If not, don't show your face in my sight..."

"This is your letter... from your terrible friends."

Kreacher handed over a letter and immediately began to mutter to himself:

"It smells like a sewer and a criminal. The spendthrift's friend must be a scoundrel too."

Sirius ignored Kreacher; he saw William's name and quickly opened the envelope.

The contents of the letter did not disappoint him.

Catching Death Eaters is so exciting! It's much more satisfying than holed up in the toilet cleaning up the toilet bowl.

He absolutely adores William.

Sirius whistled and said happily, "Kreacher, I have to go out for a bit. You take care of the toilet; I hope it'll be unclogged when I get back."

That's right, fix this damn toilet by any means necessary! Otherwise, you'll be sleeping here from now on!

Sirius left happily, while Kreacher stood there, his eyes wide open.

It kept repeating:

"By any means necessary... the spendthrift young master ordered Kreacher to clean the toilet by any means possible..."

Kreacher smiled.

Use any method at your disposal, anything will do.

It deliberately misinterpreted Sirius's meaning and headed towards his room.

Kreacher picked up Sirius's sheets and blankets and went into the bathroom. He bent over and soaked the sheets in the toilet.

After clearing the blockage, Kreacher didn't even wash himself; he simply used magic to dry the sheets and put them back on Sirius's bed.

Sirius's bed had a uniquely alluring scent.

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Mrs. Longbottom, dressed in a long, outdated lace-embroidered dress, was chatting with her son and daughter-in-law.

But Neville's father stared at the ceiling with a worried expression, talking to himself, oblivious to his surroundings.

Neville's mother was playing with her hair, occasionally letting out a silly laugh.

The old man was talking to himself, while Neville stood silently to the side, clutching a letter.

William asked him to deliver the letter to his grandmother, who had just shown it to him.

Neville's hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

The old man talked for a long time, then finally laughed heartily and said, "I'm leaving now. I'll come back to see you two after I catch Crouch."

The old woman picked up a pointed hat decorated with a specimen of a vulture, and gently placed it on her head, looking somewhat comical.

As she brushed past Neville, she suddenly patted the child on the shoulder and smiled kindly, contrary to her usual demeanor:

"Let's go, I'll show you what Grandma's power is tonight."

Neville clenched his fists and nodded vigorously.

As the elderly woman walked further and further away from the ward, she straightened her back and muttered unhappily:

"I can handle Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch. all by myself, I don't need Alastor or anyone else's help... William, that kid, is always causing trouble."

Do you really think I'm a retired old lady?!

In Professor Snape's office, William held a list of Potions in his hand.

Snape glanced at it briefly before coldly asking, "You sneaked into my medicine storage room?"

"I didn't," William said innocently.

"Liar! These Potions were clearly brewed by me just now."

And these six Potions, I've never told anyone about them... How did you know?!

Snape stared into William's eyes.

But William looked directly into the professor's eyes without flinching.

With his current level of Occlumency, Professor Snape couldn't possibly see anything.

As for how he knew about these Potions... William certainly did.

Over the past eight years, he has practically drained Professor Snape dry.

Those Potions, including the brewing methods, were all obtained by William in exchange for "fire dragons"... When the professor agreed, he was secretly delighted, feeling that he had made a huge profit, and he couldn't hide his smile.

But he forgot about it the next day.

William could certainly make it himself now, but he needed it tonight, and there wasn't enough time.

Professor Snape, however, had some in stock.

"This is Professor Dumbledore's note. He requires that you give it to me, Professor." William handed over a note.

If the time loop is mentioned again, then a dragon is truly being given away. William doesn't have a dragon, so he can only bring up Dumbledore.

"I don't care whose approval slip it is!" Professor Snape was so angry his nose almost twisted.

No, what's wrong with Dumbledore? Does being the headmaster give him the right to seize things by trickery?

Is there no law anymore?!

Anyway, Snape just wouldn't give it to him!

To get the Potions, you have to exchange it for something of "equivalent value," and he doesn't need much, like... the corpse of a fire dragon.

"Really, Professor, I have a great use for these poisons... If you ask me for compensation again after tonight, I will definitely give it to you," William said confidently.

He believed that after tonight, Snape would definitely not ask for compensation and might even have to beg William for the poison.

That's right, William could use these Potions to mix and create another kind of poison.

This poison was a little gift prepared for Voldemort.

Harry has to see Voldemort tonight.

The reason is simple: Voldemort's resurrection is inevitable.

Preventing Winky from going to Voldemort would indeed stop Harry from going there and also prolong Voldemort's resurrection.

But how many days can it be delayed?

It's important to know that Harry isn't essential!

One of the recipes for the potion that resurrected Voldemort: the blood of an enemy was forced to be offered.

Almost all the wizards in the United Kingdom were his enemies.

If he can't get Harry, Voldemort, desperate to be resurrected, might very well use the blood of other wizards.

He will still be resurrected then.

Without Harry's blood, Lily's charm cannot be preserved. Harry's fate is sealed: death.

This is not what Dumbledore wanted to see.

Harry has a chance to survive only if Harry blood is used.

Given this, Harry going to Voldemort's side to cooperate with his resurrection seems like an inevitable thing.

Dumbledore also hoped that Harry could confront Voldemort and continue to hone his courage.

But we can't let Voldemort be resurrected so easily.

His strength needs to be weakened, greatly weakened.

That's easy.

William could immediately concoct a mixed poison that would slowly erode Voldemort's arm, suppressing his strength... causing him to slowly take effect.

Voldemort could certainly commit suicide immediately and then be resurrected.

But he wouldn't be willing to part with this body, after all, it contained Harry's blood and was protected by Lily's protective charm.

He couldn't bear to part with it!

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