Tom, Have You Ever Longed for a Father's Love?

Standing in the elevator, Malfoy frantically pressed the button labeled "Main Hall".

The door closed slowly, and he gradually rose.

At that moment, Malfoy felt so at ease that he smiled like an eight-year-old child.

Although twelve people came, three of them escaped; although he didn't catch Potter, he still managed to escape from a group of young wizards...

However, getting the Prophecy Orb is not a loss; in fact, it's quite profitable.

Malfoy consoled himself with this thought.

He held up the Prophecy Orb, eager to see its contents, given that it involved Prophecy concerning the Dark Lord and Potter.

Knowing this will help us choose our positions in advance.

As for the Prophecy's veracity, the fact that the Dark Lord was so anxious and mobilized so many people to steal it shows that it's highly credible.

But Malfoy restrained himself; no one can fool the Dark Lord, and he didn't want to court death.

Gazing at his reflection in the glass, he began to ponder how to report his mission upon meeting his master.

The Giant definitely deserve a lot of attention; otherwise, why would they retreat when faced with a group of junior wizards, especially given their superior numbers?

And the Order of the Phoenix...

For the first time, Malfoy so desperately hoped to meet one or two, so that he could shamelessly say:

He was surrounded by members of the Order of the Phoenix, fought his way in and out of the crowd seven times, and finally escaped exhausted.

What an impressive task report!

The gate creaked open, but Malfoy, still lost in thought, didn't immediately step out of the elevator.

He felt Goyle nudge him with his elbow and said impatiently:

"I understand, I'll be leaving now, you guys go out first!"

"Lucius... Lucius..." Crabbe stammered.

Malfoy sensed something was wrong. He looked up and froze.

His dream came true... he really fell into the encirclement of the Order of the Phoenix.

Ten wizards were blocking the elevator entrance, all raising their wands and pointing them at them.

"..."

Malfoy's lips twitched. He finally understood why that brat had wanted to sign a magical contract with him.

So that's where they were waiting.

His smile was more like a grimace, and he raised his hands, saying, "Don't attack! I surrender!"

Let's just survive first...

Mr. Weasley emerged from the crowd, took Malfoy's wand, and asked fiercely:

Where are my son and daughter?

Seeing Arthur's ferocious expression, Malfoy feared he might become too agitated and commit a crime of passion, so he quickly said:

"Relax, relax! They're all fine, it's just that your youngest son broke his leg."

But it has nothing to do with me, he fell down on his own...

Mr. Weasley raised his hand and delivered a hard punch to Malfoy.

When William led Cedric and the others to the hall of the Ministry of Magic, they happened to see members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Mr. Weasley walked over, handed the Prophecy Orb to William, and whispered, "Where are the Death Eaters?"

The effects of the Polyjuice Potion had worn off, and William changed back into his own clothes.

He took the Prophecy Orb and said:

"They're all in the Department of Mysteries, and I've already taken them under my control. Go and arrest them."

Kingsley, standing to the side, waved and led a few wizards into the elevator.

Mr. Weasley didn't go; instead, he anxiously went to his children and checked their injuries.

The twins puffed out their chests proudly, seemingly showing off their recent battle with the Death Eaters.

Ginny also hugged her father and started acting spoiled.

Ron, however, pitifully pointed to his leg; he was too embarrassed to say that it had been broken by the shelf.

William tossed the Prophecy Orb, put it in the Safety Watch, and walked toward the corner.

Malfoy was lying on the ground, his whole body bound, his face covered in blood, and one of his front teeth knocked out.

"It's only been a few minutes, and we meet again, Malfoy." William smiled.

"I didn't capture you; I didn't break any magical oaths."

Malfoy looked up at William, his brow furrowed, his speech slightly slurred, and said irritably:

"You've become your sister?!"

"Yes, you're right," William said in a low voice.

"By the way, what punishment will your master give you for failing the mission?"

"I..." Malfoy, sounding somewhat frustrated.

If Stark was already here, then Merlin Memorial Hall... must be fake.

This is a trap!

"I tried my best, I tried my best... Master won't punish me! This is a trap!" Malfoy said weakly.

"Really?" William suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

"Tom, Malfoy said you won't punish him." He chuckled.

"When did you become so kind that you can forgive even such a mistake?"

Malfoy was startled and struggled to look up.

Not only Malfoy, but all the remaining wizards in the hall couldn't help but look over.

A tall, thin man with a snake-like face, dressed in a long black robe, walked in barefoot.

Voldemort glanced at Malfoy and said coldly:

"The Dark Lord's mercy is reserved only for diligent servants, not for incompetent cowards who try to shirk their responsibilities!"

Someone screamed, Ginny clung to Luna in fear.

Ron was also trembling as he looked at that figure.

No matter how Harry told him that Voldemort was coming back, only seeing it with his own eyes could evoke that almost ingrained fear.

Mr. Weasley stood at the forefront, his voice trembling as he said:

"Cedric, if a fight breaks out, you take them and hide in the elevator, then run downstairs!"

Voldemort looked around, his gaze falling on Weasley, then on the students, and finally on Harry.

Finally, he stared intently at William with his narrow, slit-like crimson eyes.

"Months of preparation, months of effort... and you've gotten in my way again... Stark..."

Voldemort suppressed his anger:

"Give me the Prophecy Orb!"

William took a glass ball from the Safety Watch.

He gripped it with one hand, his fingers applying slight pressure, and with a surge of magic, the ball exploded with a bang.

A white shadow appeared in mid-air, but when William waved his wand, the shadow vanished completely without solidifying.

William looked directly at Voldemort and smiled:

"The Prophecy are all in my mind. Want to know them? Come and get them!"

"Stark, you're testing my patience!"

Voldemort stared intently at William with his scarlet, cold eyes.

He gripped his wand tightly and whispered:

"But I'm still curious... we actually have no grudge against each other, so why do you keep going against me?"

"Ever since I possessed Quirrell, you've always been causing me trouble."

He suddenly raised his wand and roared, "Avada Kedavra!"

William didn't make many moves, but the shattered Prophecy Orb closed up again, flew into the air, and blocked the green light.

Voldemort waved his wand, and the golden wizard statue in the fountain came to life.

He jumped off the pedestal and landed on the floor with a thud, heading straight for Harry and the others.

Voldemort looked at William and said mockingly:

"Look at that, Dumbledore knew it was a trap, but he still let these students come."

"Just to use Potter as bait to capture my servant."

He sneered:

"Dumbledore has never hesitated to sacrifice those close to him, yet he claims to care for them deeply."

The Dark Lord's voice was deep and slow.

"Tell me, William, how did he trick you into willingly opposing me?"

The path he sends you is only death.

Mr. Weasley kept casting spells in an attempt to stop the statue, but the spells landed on his chest and had no effect.

William raised his wand and aimed it at the centaur statue in the fountain.

The man and horse landed on the ground, holding flaming whips. With a hiss, the whips snaked towards the golden statue, coiling around it and pinning it to the ground.

Mr. Weasley quickly pulled the people behind him away.

William cast a spell, not answering Voldemort's question, but instead mocking him:

Tom, you seem to dislike Professor Dumbledore?

Can you tell me why?

William ran to one side, dodging another Killing Curse, and laughed:

"Ah, I know why... When you were a child, Dumbledore went to the orphanage to pick you up."

Let me tell you, you're a wizard... not an ordinary person.

"He told you everything?" Voldemort roared in fury, unleashing a beam of black light.

William dispelled the spell and continued the verbal exchange:

"Dumbledore like a ray of light, guiding you away from the orphanage and into the magical world."

He is so strong, yet mature and composed.

William, fending off Voldemort's attacks, continued:

"You tried so hard to please him, but didn't you also, in the dead of night, when you were lonely and alone, lying in your Slytherin dorm bed, think about...?"

Is it enough that he's your father?

"Not the Muggle who gave you the Riddle name?"

William laughed heartily:

Tom, have you ever longed for... a father's love?

But Dumbledore looks down on you; he's wary of you.

You hate him so much?!

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