Bravery Is the Nicest Word for Stupidity

This is a dimly lit room with only an oil lamp.

Voldemort stood in the shadows, his right hand gripping the back of the chair, his fingers charred black as if they had been roasted.

Although the Dark Lord remained expressionless, those who knew him knew that he was furious beyond measure.

He was indeed furious... He was about to leave United Kingdom, and all the things he had arranged before leaving had gone awry!

The Death Eaters out of prison... but only a handful managed to escape.

He fought Stark and only managed to injure him slightly, without gaining any further advantage.

Sending Malfoy and Avery to steal the Prophecy Orb also failed!

This was one of the things that enraged Voldemort the most!

Rookwood knelt before the chair, trembling.

This has nothing to do with him; he just escaped from Azkaban.

That's right, although he missed the Dark Lord's ride, Rookwood drifted for a day and a night before finally reaching the shore.

Then, he immediately found his organization and returned to the Dark Lord's side.

Before I could even warm myself up, I was summoned.

So, we've been doing nothing all along?

Voldemort finally spoke, his voice sharp and cold.

"Master, please forgive me..." Rookwood kowtowed repeatedly.

"None of your business, Rookwood," Voldemort said in a cold voice.

Baola baoLaIShIye.. He let go of the back of the chair, approached the shivering man, looked down and said:

"Is your intelligence reliable, Rookwood?" Voldemort asked again.

"Reliable, Master... After all, I worked in the Department of Mysteries... I'm quite certain..."

"But Avery and Lucius told me that Bode could get the Prophecy Orb out."

"Bode can't get it, Master." Rookwood shook his head.

Only those mentioned in the Prophecy can obtain the Prophecy Orb from the Department of Mysteries.

Since that Prophecy involves you and Potter, only the two of you can touch it.

Voldemort remained silent.

This explains why, when Malfoy cast the Imperius Curse on Bode, Bode didn't get the Prophecy Orb and instead got injured.

"Stand up, Rookwood," Voldemort said softly.

After Rookwood stood up, he still bowed deeply, glancing fearfully at the Dark Lord.

"Your intelligence is timely..." Voldemort said, "Very good... it seems I wasted several months of my time... but it's alright... we can start again now."

That's what he said, but Rookwood could feel the Dark Lord's anger building up to its limit!

"By the way, you really didn't see Bellatrix?" Voldemort asked.

"No." Rookwood shook his head. "I separated from Rodolphus and immediately ran towards the shore."

Voldemort remained silent.

He also questioned the other servants who had managed to escape, but none of them found Bellatrix.

Where is she?

"Master, that Prophecy Orb... we still have to go..." Rookwood immediately took on the task.

"No need, no need to bother anymore," Voldemort said with a sinister laugh.

"Didn't you say that only those Prophecy could receive the Prophecy Orb?"

Potter will help me with this; I know the kid.

Courage is the best-sounding word to describe foolishness. And in matters of heroism, he has always been very Gryffindor.

Ha~ Foolish lion.

Voldemort slowly paced back and forth, saying:

"Alright, go and call Lucius and Avery in."

Rookwood shuddered.

Malfoy and Avery, danger!

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St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Second floor ward.

The room, though small, was filled with wizards.

Besides William and Hermione, there are the Weasley family, and Harry.

This is Mr. Weasley's hospital room; he is lying in bed after Runespoor.

William, dressed in a long coat and acting as a makeshift healer, handed over the prepared Potions.

Mrs. Weasley carefully took it, blew on it to warm it, and walked to the bedside, saying:

"Arthur, it's time for your medicine!"

Mr. Weasley was leaning against several pillows, holding something in his hand.

George and Fred quickly got up, helped their father up, and then put a backrest under him.

Mr. Weasley took the medicine, pinched his nose, and forced it into his mouth.

"How are you, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked with concern.

"I feel great!" Despite the bitter taste in his mouth, Mr. Weasley forced a smile.

Mrs. Weasley was relieved and leaned down to kiss her husband's cheek.

"Should we be able to remove the bandages now, William?" Ginny suddenly asked from the corner.

"You'll have to ask Amy. I'm just helping to brew the Potions," William said with a smile.

Amy, the therapist who was busy working nearby, glanced at the medical record and nodded:

"That's about enough. Just finish this last course of treatment."

"Thank you, Miss Bond," Ron said, blushing.

He's been spending a lot of time at the hospital lately, and he's developed feelings for this beautiful therapist again.

Amy shook her head, looked at William, and said admiringly:

"We have Mr. Stark to thank for providing the antidote in time."

William shrugged.

"I've seen that kind of snake before, and I've made many antidotes from it. I always carry it with me."

He not only saw them, but also kept one Runespoor.

This snake was caught in Albania; it was with Voldemort at the time.

After Voldemort escaped, he took the snake eggs with him, and Runespoor was also with him.

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries can also prepare the antidote, but they don't know which type of snake venom it is, so it's not as quick as William's.

Amy smiled brightly, her eyes narrowing, and said playfully, "Mr. Stark, are you sure you don't want to work at St. Mungo's's?"

I heard you got expelled from school. You're perfect for coming to our department; you could definitely become a head.

Ron felt a bitter taste in his mouth... Why did all the girls he liked seem to have feelings for William?

What kind of nonsense is this!

Upon hearing Amy's words, William sighed.

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast.

He had barely been fired when he made headlines in newspapers around the world, overshadowing even the Death Eaters' prison break.

Overnight, it seemed that wizards all over the world knew that the famous William Stark had been expelled from Hogwarts.

It's really known all over the world now... because William has received more than a dozen invitations in just the last two days.

These are all magic schools, and they're willing to offer William a full scholarship, hoping he'll transfer to one of them.

Why is everyone so excited?

Because William went, he's definitely a prominent alumnus!

"He's so rich, he'll at least have to donate money to the school after he graduates, right?"

And those shady magic schools...

That's right. Besides the eleven officially registered magic academies with the International Confederation of Wizards, there are many other dubious schools in the Wizarding World.

For example, Akali's Intensive Class... that's a classic example of a shady educational institution.

William's visit will immediately raise the school's profile, and he might even be promoted to a full-fledged position, gaining recognition from the International Confederation of Wizards.

In addition, Madame Maxime was also adding fuel to the fire, deliberately stating in the newspaper:

Stark can help you find a partner if you enroll; Beauxbatons has no shortage of beautiful women.

And then there's Sirius, who, instead of thinking about how to deal with Voldemort, is giving interviews:

As long as William is willing to become a professor, he will be offered triple salary and a large year-end bonus.

Durmstrang had given up on a brilliant wizard years ago, and he didn't want to give up on this one as well.

Even major clubs have joined in the banter, jokingly saying they'd be willing to hire William as Chaser.

The Quidditch World Cup champion, The Chaser, offered him a deal: he'd be willing to be a substitute if William would come.

Suddenly, recruiting William, a dropout, became a trend.

Every industry wants to jump on the bandwagon.

An unusual rubbing,

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William could only console himself: who among the real big shots goes to seventh grade?

Look at Grindelwald, look at Newt Scamander, look at Hagrid... cough cough, let's skip that.