Hogwarts of a certain magic

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Harry was lying on the hospital bed. Although his chest hurts, he was still excitedly telling everyone about his experience in the cemetery.

"William's wand just pointed it, and such a big cliff... was blown away... like a meteor, smashed towards the Death Eaters..."

"That's so big... how big is it?" Ron couldn't help asking in the bed next door.

The others looked at him, and Ginny rolled her eyes, some of them didn't want to see Ron.

In this moment, he always inserted Harry's mouth and interrupted the continuity of the story.

You want to interrupt, can't you wait for no one?

But Harry just waved his hand there, one moment so big, another moment so big, unclear and unclear, it really made people worry.

"Probably four times bigger than our castle...no! Seven or eight times!" Harry said exaggeratedly.

"Next!" Bill asked.

"William hit Voldemort and vomited blood with one punch, and he hit the tombstone.

But none of the Death Eaters dared to move and hid in fear."

Everyone took a breath. It didn't sound like a wizard, but like a boxer who didn't speak martial arts.

Charlie thought to himself: "I didn't expect William to do this again. When I'm fine, I can talk to him."

Harry was satisfied with everyone's expressions and continued:

"You haven't seen it, the two will fight each other next, curse to curse, explosion to explosion, lighting up the sky.

I stood behind William and kept watching. They beat from the cemetery to the hillside for half an hour.

William raised the knife and dropped it, and he didn't even blink!"

Ron wanted to tactically interrupt again, asking whether his eyes were dry, and Ginny glared at him.

"That guy, that scene...that's pretty big!"

Harry's saliva splashed all over the faces of Charlie and Bill by the bed.

While he was talking, he was actually infected by his own words... that high spirits, as if he was fighting Voldemort at the time.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh a sense of substitution!

Mrs. Weasley handed over a bowl of potion and whispered softly: "Hurry up, Harry, the medicine is almost cold."

Harry took a big gulp, as if he was drinking, he stretched out a finger and tut: "Fuck the ground... the mysterious man almost died there.

It's not that the Auror is here, William can definitely kill him!"

If William were here, listening to Harry's bragging, he would probably have a stomachache. I want to give myself a "closed earplug".

"Harry, how did you get hurt by fighting the mysterious man?" Ron opened which pot or not.

Harry was embarrassed.

He was too embarrassed.

Harry's rib was broken.

If Voldemort did it, that would be fine, but Voldemort has nothing to do, it was William kicked it!

At that time, in order to prevent Harry from being hit by Voldemort's curse, William gave him a kick.

The strength is well controlled, but the angle is not good.When Harry flew sideways, he accidentally hit a rock and his bone broke.

Harry certainly did not feel dissatisfied with the kick from William, after all, it was to save him.

He is now William's number one licking dog.

But how to put it, no one wants his epitaph to read:

"Harry Potter, the boy who survived a catastrophe, died during the battle between Voldemort and Stark.

Cause of death: While watching the crowd, he was accidentally kicked to death by Stark."

This way of death is too... majestic.

And... Harry always felt that that kick could be avoided.

If he were replaced by Hermione, William would definitely not give a kick, but would choose the princess to hug her!

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

"I think you all already know what happened." Dumbledore began to speak.

Everyone looked at William.

"There is some work to be done," Dumbledore said. "Arthur... If I am not mistaken, can I count on you?"

"Of course no problem, Professor." Arthur got up from Ron's bed."Speak up, let me do!"

Dumbled said with satisfaction, "The situation is urgent. I need you to contact those at the Ministry of Magic, not short-sighted like Connelly."

"No problem, I will go now!" Arthur said.

"You must proceed with caution and not let Fudge think that I am interfering with the Ministry of Magic."

"I understand, Professor."

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

"Poppy," Dumbledore said to Mrs. Pomfrey, "could you come to Professor Moody's office?

You will find a house elf named Shining there, and then you will find Judy Crouch.

It is good if she is willing to keep Shining; if she doesn't, take Shining to the kitchen.I think Dobby will take care of her for us."

"Okay-okay." Madam Pomfrey looked a little surprised, and then she also left.

Dumbledore was convinced that the door was closed before speaking again.

"Now," he said, "the two of us should get together again.

Sirius...Can you change back to your usual appearance?"

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

Mrs. Weasley screamed and stepped back from the bed.

"Sirius Black!" she screamed, pointing at him.

Snape didn't scream or flinch, but the expression on his face was mixed with anger and hatred.

"Huh!" He glared at Sirius and growled angrily.

Sirius's face also showed the same disgusted expression, "What is he doing here?"

"I invited him," Dumbledore said, looking at the two of them. "The same goes for you, Severus. I trust you both.

Now, you should abandon your old differences and trust each other."

Sirius and Snape stared at each other fiercely, expressions of hatred on their faces.

"In a short period of time," Dumbledore said, with a hint of impatience in his tone. "As long as you don't openly host each other, I will be satisfied.

You might as well shake hands.Now you belong to the same camp.

Time is tight, and the few of us who know the truth must unite, otherwise we will all be hopeless."

Sirius and Snape walked forward slowly and shook hands.

But they still stared at each other fiercely, as if they all hoped that each other would be cursed.

They released their hands quickly.Snape's expression seemed to be afraid of being bitten by a dog; Sirius seemed to smell the smell of his hair, afraid of being poisoned to death.

"That's pretty much the same," Dumbledore said, once again blocking between them.

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

"You know what I am telling you to do. If you have no opinion... if you are ready..."

"No problem," Snape said.

His face looked paler than usual, and those cold black eyes shone strangely.

"Then, good luck." Dumbledore sighed.

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

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

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

"William, Sniff...I mean, Snape, what is he going to do?"

William glanced at him, shook his head and said: "Don't ask, anyway, it's the same secret mission as you."

"What? A secret mission!" Sirius jumped for joy."As long as you don't stay at home, let me do anything!"

"This task is very important, Sirius." Hermione said solemnly."There must be no problem."

Seeing Hermione's expression, Sirius also reduced his smile: "What mission?"

"You need to be a Death Eater." William laughed.

"What?" Sirius was taken aback.

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

In the corner, there is a big box.

"I asked Hermione and Professor McGonagall to catch this. He was about to escape." William folded his arms and watched Hermione open the box.

"What is it?" Sirius said curiously.

William is really becoming more mysterious, before instructing him to catch Barty Crouch Jr.

Then, he and the resurrected Voldemort had a battle.

I don't know what to do now!

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

The bottom of the box is a big pit, like a basement.There was a person lying on the floor about three meters deep.

--Kakaroff.

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

William smiled.

Ding!

The position of the principal of the third school is closer.

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