Harry, You Need to Pull Yourself Together!

After seeing Missandei and her party off, William and Hermione walked down the corridor toward the Ministry of Magic's main hall.

There were many other things to do in Austria, and Soros and his team naturally couldn't stay there indefinitely.

After providing testimony, they immediately left using the official Portkey.

Upon arriving in the lobby, William discovered that the reporters who had intercepted the two earlier had all disappeared.

It seems they were all driven away by Fudge.

Unexpectedly, William and Hermione saw Mr. Weasley and Malfoy near the fountain statue in the hall.

The two were locked in a standoff once again, but they managed to avoid a physical fight due to the presence of wizards around them. However, their verbal sparring became increasingly intense.

Malfoy stared at Mr. Weasley and asked coldly:

What are you doing here, Arthur?

"I can be wherever I want!" Mr. Weasley said irritably.

"Isn't your office on the second floor?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Your tiny, run-down office can barely fit three people."

"What's it to you?!" Arthur glared at him. "Your manor is certainly large enough to house a lot of Death Eaters, isn't it?"

Malfoy glared at him and sneered, "Let me give you a heads-up: stop going against Minister Fudge."

Otherwise, you might not even be able to keep your meagerly paid job.

Malfoy looked at the fountain to the side.

At the bottom of the pool of that famous magic fountain, there are many Winky Silver Sickle and Knut, and next to it, a small, Scabbers sign reads:

All proceeds from the Fountain of Magical Brethren are donated to the St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Malfoy feigned surprise and said:

"Arthur, you're not thinking of stealing Knut from the fountain to supplement your family income, are you?"

Mr. Weasley's face flushed red, and he was about to retort angrily when a voice rang out from not far away.

"No, Mr. Weasley is donating to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries to treat your master's hand injury."

"Who?!" Malfoy turned around, but his face quickly paled when he saw who it was.

William and Hermione walked in side by side, and William continued:

"Malfoy, how's Old Tom? Is his hand injury any better?"

How dare you...!

"How dare you call your master by his name?" William chuckled. "I almost killed him that night."

how?

You forgot?

Malfoy took a few steps back, a hint of fear on his face.

When he thought back to that night at the cemetery, it felt like a dream.

The Dark Lord was actually fighting the young wizard in front of him to a standstill, and even suffered some injuries.

Has the Dark Lord become weaker, or is Stark too strong?

"Don't be afraid, I was helping you get revenge that night." William smiled.

"I saw Voldemort's soles rubbing against your hair... By the way, you don't have athlete's foot on your scalp, do you?"

Mr. Weasley's mouth dropped open slightly, looking quite shocked.

Goodness, you always keep your hair so shiny and slicked back, and you even mock others for being bald... Turns out, your hair is some kind of "virgin territory" reserved for You-Know-Who.

It was specifically designed to be rubbed by him.

Malfoy's face showed anger, whether from William's words or from Weasley overhearing him, it was unclear.

He retorted, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Never mind if you don't know..." William stared into Malfoy's eyes and asked bluntly, "What are you doing at the Ministry of Magic?"

Malfoy deliberately lowered his head to avoid William's gaze, then shook his pocket, the gold inside jingling.

"It's some private matter with Minister Fudge, of course. It's none of your business, Stark!"

Malfoy turned and left, not giving William the chance to Legilimency.

Watching his retreating figure, William suddenly spoke, his tone neither too loud nor too soft:

"That diary... it was very important to him, as important as his life!"

Malfoy staggered, glanced at William in alarm, and then hurriedly ran away.

"Did you see that?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"No, he was very wary, probably because he knew I could Legilimency," William said.

Voldemort has a new task for Malfoy, which is why Malfoy comes to see Minister Fudge.

But Snape investigated for a long time without obtaining any information.

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Malfoy clearly knew how to Occlumency and was adept at avoiding eye contact.

But it doesn't matter, William still has Malfoy's weakness in his hands.

That's a diary!

Malfoy certainly didn't know what a diary was, otherwise he would have thrown it into Hogwarts too.

But that didn't stop him from being afraid.

After all, it was a valuable item that Voldemort entrusted to Malfoy to keep safe, and it could even open the Chamber of Secrets, so it must be extraordinary.

But now, it's ruined!

How could Malfoy not be filled with apprehension, and even more afraid that one day Old Voldy would suddenly ask:

Where is my diary?

William was deliberately reminding Malfoy that the diary was important, thus intensifying his fear.

Even with William's deliberate reminder, Malfoy might still be able to discover that the diary is a Horcrux.

After all, if Regulus could find out, why couldn't Lucius?

What would Malfoy do if he knew he had destroyed the Dark Lord's Horcrux?

Should we report this to the Dark Lord?

Of course not, Malfoy cared more about his own life and the lives of his wife and children.

He was determined to keep it a secret.

William would naturally not tell Voldemort about this, but he could use this secret to control Malfoy.

As the daylight grew increasingly gloomy, the night of vigilance was about to begin.

With the help of his servants, the ruthless Dark Lord will rise again.

Coldness breeds resentment, and resentment leads to betrayal.

When three traitors appear, death is inevitable... death is inevitable...

Two years later, Professor Trelawney made this Prophecy, and William still remembers it.

From the current perspective, the Dark Lord has risen again, and the servant who is helping him refers to Wormtail.

But Wormtail had long been Little Tom's man; he had betrayed Voldemort.

Three traitors have emerged... Of the two, William pondered for a long time and concluded that they were Wormtail and Professor Snape.

As for who the third one is, he hasn't figured it out yet.

But here's the problem: Prophecy are ethereal and sometimes you even have to create them yourself.

During the incident involving the White Dragon in Venice, Death appeared to William in a dream, telling him that the Holy Grail was burning at the bottom of the tomb.

But in fact, the Holy Grail didn't just wait there; it was William and Hermione who "voluntarily" brought Holy Grail there.

There is a subjective initiative involved here.

Similarly, since William doesn't know who the third traitor is, he'll just create one himself!

Even if it turns out that the third traitor isn't Lucius, they can still use that to blackmail him and get some benefits.

William was also a master at manipulating people's hearts.

He's a master of manipulation!

Just then, Professor Snape appeared. He strode over, his long black robes billowing, like a giant bat.

A mysterious smile played on his lips; he seemed to have never been in such a good mood.

Mr. Weasley rushed forward, anxiously asking, "Professor, how is Harry?"

"He's behind you, go ask him!" Snape strode away, seemingly wanting to find a secluded spot to savor his pleasure. (Fastest updates on mobile:)

Harry did come out, but he looked utterly dejected and walked with a listless gait.

He tripped over the fountain steps and fell directly into the water.

Holy crap!

Judging from Harry's expression, is he really going to be expelled?

Mr. Weasley rushed over and pulled him out of the water, asking, "Harry, how are you?"

Harry sobbed, "I don't know what to do. The future looks bleak."

"You got fired?" William asked, frowning.

"No, but it's worse!" Harry covered his face.

"I'd rather be expelled from the Ministry of Magic! That beast Snape, he just... to me in the trial room... sob sob."

Harry burst into tears, as if Professor Snape had done something terrible to him.

"Harry, don't do that, you need to straighten up!" Mr. Weasley comforted him.

But Harry could only sob and couldn't say a word.

Just then, several jury wizards passed by, and Mr. Weasley quickly grabbed one of them, whom he knew well, and asked him what had happened.

The other party quickly gave a vivid and animated description.

After hearing this, William exclaimed that he was an expert.

Snape was simultaneously defending Harry and socially killing him.

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