You're Dating the Queen's Granddaughter?

Since the start of the war, Slughorn has moved sixteen times in just three months.

That old slug is slippery and very cunning.

So you should go find him sooner rather than later, otherwise he'll run away at the slightest sign of trouble.

But before searching for Slughorn, William had to go to Harry's house.

William's charm was enough to tempt the old professor to return to teaching and become a respected and virtuous teacher at Hogwarts.

However, inviting Slughorn wasn't the real problem; extracting the memory "videos" from him was the real challenge.

That short video, starring a young Tom, was completely uncensored and recorded the number of Horcrux.

But Slughorn only cared about keeping it to himself and was unwilling to let others see it.

This requires someone to trick people into sending short videos.

With the war escalating to a fever pitch, neither William nor Hermione has the time for such long-term work.

William has to participate in the war, and he also has to return to Ilvermorny daily to deal with Tom.

Hermione also has missions with the Order of the Order of the Phoenix; she's also Minister Bones's trainee assistant, so she has a lot of work to do.

They were no longer just students and didn't have time to deal with Slughorn.

Dumbledore thought that this chores could be given to Harry so that he could focus on strategizing against Slughorn.

Therefore, it's essential to bring them along to help them become familiar with the place.

Of course, William wasn't optimistic about this... after all, Harry wasn't a psychotherapist.

He couldn't even catch Qiu, let alone deal with an old fox like Slughorn.

But this did not prevent William from following Dumbledore's instructions and taking him to see Slughorn.

After the summer holidays, Harry stayed at his aunt's house in Little Whinging Surrey.

This was William's first time here.

He walked across a meticulously manicured lawn and rang the doorbell.

The door was quickly opened, and a large, fat man walked out.

He had a beard that made him look like an Afghanistan hound with a beard glued on with superglue.

Dursley squinted his small eyes, eyeing William.

She has outstanding looks and an excellent temperament... plus her well-fitting clothes, which look very expensive.

They weren't very old, like students.

This person must be someone from Dudley's circle of friends, right?

In Dursley's view, Dudley made these excellent friends every day at school, not his fair-weather friends.

As for Harry... a scoundrel like him, his friends must all be useless!

(Ron: Just give me my ID number.)

Dursley smiled and said, "Excuse me, is there something you need? Are you looking for my son, Dudley?"

"Good evening, Mr. Dursley," William said with a smile.

"My name is William Stark, and I'm here to see Harry Potter."

Dursley's smile vanished, and upon hearing Harry's name, he seemed to be healed by a lightning bolt.

He first looked around to avoid being overheard by the neighbors, then his temples bulged with veins, his expression changed drastically, and he glared at William, saying:

"There's no such person here, you've come to the wrong place, kid!"

He was about to forcefully close the door when he found it was stuck and he couldn't push it open.

"I thought Harry had already told you, but it seems he didn't," William said softly.

"However, I did write to him beforehand for tonight's visit."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Dursley squinted his small eyes.

"Don't rush to deny it," William said calmly. "This summer, I'll take Harry away from here and we won't come back."

How about it?"

This suggestion seemed to greatly appeal to Dursley. He stared at William, then suddenly widened his eyes and said:

"Are you William Stark?"

William, puzzled, said, "Yes, I already said that..."

"I know you!" Dursley, somewhat excitedly.

I saw a news report about you last year, saying that you saved a boatload of people in Vienna.

And during the recent London earthquake, you saved the Prime Minister.

William nodded.

These are indeed things he did. It seems his fame extends beyond the Wizarding World; he's quite well-known even in the Muggle world.

But William's smugness lasted less than three seconds before turning into astonishment.

Dursley continued:

"And just a few days ago, to thank you for saving the Queen at the Buckingham Palace, she invited you to her family gathering..."

"I saw on the news that Zara Phillips, the Queen's favorite granddaughter, is pursuing you."

He even said in front of reporters that he fell in love with you at first sight. Is that true?

"..."

Zara Phillips... one year younger William, is the Queen's granddaughter and tenth in line to the throne.

The problem isn't there, but rather... how come William didn't know about this?

Fuck (a posture)

That damned woman, Babbling, actually did something like this while wearing his face?

William thought that at most she would just chase after female students and flirt with female Auror... and that would be it.

Surprisingly, she has quite a few creative ways to play!

"So, you really know the Queen?" Dursley regained his previous politeness.

"Just a friend despite the age gap," William said nonchalantly, his face expressionless.

"I really enjoy the black tea that Elizabeth brews; it has a wonderful aftertaste."

Vernon Dursley was instantly filled with respect, as if William were also a remarkable figure.

To be able to chat and laugh with the Queen is truly impressive.

He immediately roared into the house:

"Harry, get out here right now, Mr. Stark is here to see you."

You brat, you dare keep people waiting? Do you think you're the prime minister?!

How rude of me!

Harry was bewildered when he was called down, and after receiving a scolding from Dursley, he finally arrived in the living room.

Upon entering the living room, he was immediately stunned.

William was sitting on the sofa, and his aunt, who always hated wizards, was respectfully making him tea.

What they took out was tea leaves that they usually couldn't bear to use.

Uncle Vernon also stood to one side, looking ingratiating, like a lackey.

"Ah, good evening, Harry." William took a sip of his black tea.

"William, it's you! Where's Professor Dumbledore?" Harry said in surprise.

"The principal is very busy, so I'll pick you up tonight. Have you packed your things?" William glanced at his watch.

"Oh... sorry, I've only finished half of it. I'll be right there, it'll only take ten minutes." Harry hurriedly ran back upstairs.

Dumbledore wrote a letter to Harry during the day, and he still hasn't finished packing.

That little curse of procrastination... should be sold to students like Harry.

While Harry was packing, Dursley asked again if he wanted to stay for dinner.

He also had his son Dudley show William around the room.

Dudley's large, blond head protruded from the collar of his striped pajamas, making it seem as if it weren't even part of his body.

He looked to weigh around 300 pounds, his physique as exaggerated as Bobocha.

Dudley's mouth was wide open in surprise and fear, making him look somewhat like someone with Down syndrome.

That is, they have an extra chromosome 21 compared to normal people.

It's understandable that Dudley was surprised; he had never seen parents like this before.

However, the kid in front of him was indeed very handsome, the type he had hated since childhood.

This has seriously jeopardized his good looks!

It took Harry ten minutes to finish packing his things.

William finished his tea and smiled:

"Madam, the tea you brewed is just as excellent as Elizabeth's."

Harry was so excited to see his aunt that he almost cried; he truly admired her.

William can even easily handle his own aunt.

Sharp!

With the Dursley seeing them off, William led Harry away from the neighborhood.

Harry couldn't wait to gossip:

"William, are you really dating the Queen's grandson? That's what the Muggle newspapers are saying."

William was exasperated and warned, "Harry, when you see Hermione later, don't say anything out of the ordinary, and whatever you do, don't mention this."

When they get back, William is going to kick Babbling out, and he's not kidding... He's never seen such a terrible teammate.

"Okay..." Harry glanced at William, feeling that the world was unfair.

William is such a womanizer.

Harry also heard Ron often speak jealously of that Veela named Phoebe, who seemed to be a good friend of William's...

Harry himself is so one-dimensional; he only likes Cho, but can't win her over.

It really is Les Misérables.

Go back and write a letter to Qiu, flatter her again, be humble a little... maybe Qiu will be moved.

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