I Want You to Become Headmaster

Hospital Wing

Harry lay in his hospital bed, his chest aching terribly, but he was still excitedly recounting his experience at the cemetery to everyone.

"William simply pointed his wand, and that massive cliff... was blasted open... and hurtled towards the Death Eaters like a meteorite..."

"It's so big... just how big is it?" Ron in the next bed couldn't help but ask.

Everyone else glanced at him, Ginny even rolled her eyes, clearly disliking Ron.

In this short time, he kept interrupting Harry's speech, disrupting the flow of the story.

If you want to interrupt, can't you wait until no one's around?

However, Harry just kept waving his hands and gesturing, sometimes saying it was this big, sometimes that big, and he couldn't explain it clearly, which was really frustrating to listen to.

"It's probably four times bigger than our castle... no! Seven or eight times bigger!" Harry exclaimed dramatically.

"And then?" Bill asked.

William punched Voldemort so hard he vomited blood and crashed into a tombstone.

But not a single Death Eaters dared to move; they all hid in fear.

Everyone gasped. This didn't sound like a wizard at all; it sounded more like a boxer who lacked any sense of martial ethics.

Charlie thought to himself, "I didn't expect William to have this skill. I might want to challenge him to a duel sometime."

Harry was pleased with everyone's expressions and continued:

"You didn't see it, but the two of them then fought each other to the death, spell against spell, explosion against explosion, lighting up the sky."

I stood right behind William and watched them fight for half an hour, from the cemetery all the way up to the hillside.

William's hand moved swiftly and decisively, without even blinking!

Ron tried to interrupt tactically by asking if his eyes were dry, but Ginny glared at him fiercely.

"That scene... that was huge!"

Harry spat everywhere, even landing on Charlie and Bill's faces beside the bed.

As he spoke, he became infected by his own words... his spirited demeanor was as if he were still battling Voldemort.

Ah... I'm starting to connect with it!

Mrs. Weasley handed him a bowl of Potions, saying softly, "Drink it quickly, Harry, it's getting cold."

Harry took a big gulp, as if he were drinking, and then he held up a finger and clicked his tongue, saying, "Voldemort... You-Know-Who almost died there."

"If the Auror hadn't come, William would definitely have killed him!"

If William were here, listening to Harry's boasting, he'd probably get a stomachache and want to Muffliato.

"Harry, how did you get injured? Was it also from fighting with the You-Know-Who?" Ron deliberately brought up the very thing he didn't want to hear.

Harry was embarrassed.

He was so embarrassed.

Harry broke his ribs.

If it was Voldemort who did it, that would be understandable, but Voldemort wasn't involved; it was William who kicked him!

At that moment, to prevent Harry from being hit by Voldemort's curse, William kicked him.

The force was well controlled, but the angle was bad. As Harry flew sideways, he accidentally hit a rock, and then his bones broke.

Harry wasn't upset about the kick from William, after all, it was to save him.

He's William's number one sycophant now.

But, to put it another way, nobody wants their epitaph to read:

"Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, died during the battle between Voldemort and the Stark."

Cause of death: He was accidentally kicked to death by Stark while he was in the crowd.

This way of dying is just too... grand and imposing.

And... Harry always felt that that kick could have been avoided.

If it were Hermione instead, William definitely wouldn't kick her; he would choose to carry her in a princess carry instead!

The door to the ward opened again, Dumbledore, William, and Hermione walked in, followed by Professor Snape face was grim.

"I think you all already know what has happened," Dumbledore began.

Everyone looked at William.

"There's some work to be done," Dumbledore said. "Arthur... if I'm not mistaken, I can count on you?"

"Of course, Professor." Arthur stood up from beside Ron's bed. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Dumbledore said with satisfaction, "The situation is urgent. I need you to contact those in the Ministry of Magic who aren't as short-sighted as Cornelius."

"No problem, I'll go right now!" Arthur said.

"You must be careful not to let Fudge think I'm interfering in the Ministry of Magic."

"I understand, Professor."

Arthur put on his cloak and strode out of the room.

"Poppy," Dumbledore said to Madam Pomfrey, "Could you go to Professor Moody's office?"

You'll find a House-elf named Winky there, then go find Judy Crouch.

If she wants to keep Winky, that's fine; if not, take Winky to the kitchen. I think Dobby will take care of her for us."

"Alright, alright." Madam Pomfrey seemed somewhat surprised, and then she left.

Dumbledore he was sure the door was closed.

"Now," he said, "The two of us should reconcile."

Sirius... can you turn back to your normal self?

A black dog crawled out from under the hospital bed, looked up at Dumbledore, and then transformed into Sirius.

Mrs. Weasley cried out and backed away from the bedside.

"Sirius Black!" she pointed at him and shrieked.

Snape neither screamed nor flinched, but his expression was a mixture of anger and hatred.

"Hmph!" He glared at Sirius and roared angrily.

Sirius's face showed the same disgust. "What's he doing here?"

"I invited him," Dumbledore said, looking at the two of them. "And you, Severus. I trust both of you."

Now, you should set aside your past differences and trust each other.

Sirius and Snape glared at each other fiercely, their faces filled with extreme hatred.

"For the short term," Dumbledore said, a hint of impatience in his voice, "I'll be satisfied as long as you don't openly oppose each other."

You might as well shake hands. Now you're on the same side.

Time is of the essence. We, the few who know the truth, must unite, or we will all be doomed.

Sirius and Snape walked up very slowly and shook hands.

But they still glared at each other fiercely, as if each wished the other to be cursed.

They quickly released his grip. Snape looked as if he were afraid of being bitten by a dog; Sirius seemed to smell the stench of hair and fear being poisoned.

"That's more like it," Dumbledore said, stepping between them once again.

"Now you both have tasks, Severus." Dumbledore turned to Snape.

"You know what I'm going to tell you to do. If you have no objections... if you're ready..."

"No problem," Snape said.

His face appeared paler than usual, and his cold, dark eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

"Well then, good luck." Dumbledore sighed.

"As for you... Sirius, you, William, Hermione leave. They have something to tell you," Dumbledore said.

"Let's go." William looked at Hermione, Hermione nodded and led the way out of the ward.

The three quickly left the ward, Sirius asked in a low voice:

"William, Snivellus... I mean, where is Snape going?"

William glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "Don't bother asking. It's the same classified mission as yours."

"What? A top-secret mission!" Sirius jumped for joy. "I'll do anything as long as I'm not stuck at home!"

"This mission is very important, Sirius," Hermione said seriously. "We can't afford any problems."

Seeing Hermione's expression, Sirius also stopped smiling, "What mission?"

"We need you to become a Death Eaters," William laughed.

"What?" Sirius was startled.

Hermione escaped the key and opened Professor McGonagall's office.

In the corner, there was a large box.

"I had Hermione and Professor McGonagall catch him; he was trying to escape." William crossed his arms, watching Hermione open the box.

"What is it?" Sirius asked curiously.

William is becoming increasingly mysterious; he previously ordered him to capture Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch Jr.

Then, he actually fought a great battle with the resurrected Voldemort.

I wonder what they're going to do now!

Hermione opened the box, and the three of them looked down. Sirius screamed in surprise.

At the bottom of the box was a large pit, like a basement. A person was lying on the floor, which was about three meters deep.

Karkaroff.

"I want you to become Karkaroff and become the principal of Durmstrang."

William smiled.

Bite!

I'm closer to the positions of the principals of the three schools now.