The man behind Hogwarts

Hermione didn't wait long before the club door opened again.

William and Evelin walked in. They were talking and laughing, and Evelin had a smile on her face.

"Looking for you..." Evelin poked William, then sat on her chair and pretended to read, but actually listened quietly.

"Sit down." William greeted Hermione.

Hermione said all the words of thanks she had conceived, and she was even a little nervous when she said it. Fortunately, William didn't have any impatience and always nodded seriously in response.

"Thank you very much for helping me. If you hadn't saved Fred, I really don't know how I would have faced Ron."

Hermione's eyes were slightly red when she said this.

That night I was just focused on escaping and had no time to think too much. When I returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed, the fear suddenly came in waves.

Fred was the partner they were looking for. If he really died that night, not only her, but also Harry might not be able to face Ron.

"Fortunately..." Hermione raised her eyebrows quietly and found that he was listening carefully.

Her heart warmed, and she unconsciously changed the lines she had prepared, and began to talk eloquently.

He also said that he wanted to find a gift to thank him, but couldn't find the right one...

"If you want to thank me, you don't need any gifts. You can just do me a favor." William smiled brightly and gave her a notebook with her confused eyes.

"Collection of Professor Snape's Quotes?" Looking at the name on the cover of the book, Hermione could understand every word in it, but the combination was incomprehensible.

"Open it and take a look," William said.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death..."

"Remember which college you are from, don't embarrass me..."

"Do you think you can write professional articles with just the meager knowledge in your little heads?"

"This...are these...?" Hermione stuttered, pointing at the notebook.

William nodded with a smile, "Yes, this book records some of Professor Snape's classic quotes. As for why it was made, I can only tell you that Professor Snape once hurt me, and I want to take revenge." , not too much, right?”

Uh……

So your method of revenge is so unique?

Hermione, who originally hated Snape very much, felt a little sympathy for Snape after seeing this quotation book.

If this quotation book is completed, his expression will definitely be wonderful.

"It's not too much, so you want me to help record it too?"

"Absolutely correct!" William said warmly: "You must also know your situation. As long as Harry is here, the probability of Professor Snape saying the classic quotation is very high. I think only you can complete this important task."

Hermione smiled awkwardly, that was the reason, she thought...

After thinking about what he said, Hermione nodded in agreement. Anyone who cared about it knew that Snape was targeting Harry.

For example, he once said: "Tsk-tsk-it seems that fame does not mean everything."

Hermione thought this sentence must be considered a classic. After asking William, he agreed and added this sentence to the back of the book on the spot.

"By the way, Fred said you want to join the Gem Club?"

"Yeah, she said I should be able to..."

"Of course." William nodded firmly and said, "I understand your abilities. If you are willing to join, our club will definitely be waiting for you. I believe you know the process, and you will be ready soon."

"Okay." Hermione nodded, wringing her fingers.

After Hermione expressed her intention to join the Gem Club, a familiar reminder sounded in William's mind.

The power of cause and effect increases.

He took a deep look at Hermione and confirmed his suspicion.

In the magic world, if you want to obtain the power of cause and effect, you need the help of the three little ones. It doesn't mean that others can't do it, but it's just not as obvious as the three little ones.

In order to cultivate Malzahar, William used up 13 of the only 10 strands of causal power, and originally had 3 strands left.

But when Hermione expressed her stance just now, she directly added 1 strand.

This gave William a bigger idea. If he directly eliminated the three little ones, who knows how much causal power he would gain? Of course this was just a thought, he couldn't do such a thing.

After talking about the matter, Hermione was about to get up and leave. Before leaving, she asked where to buy a sofa like theirs.

"I didn't buy it. It was originally an ordinary sofa. We added the magic effects ourselves."

"Added it yourself?"

Hermione's pupils widened and she looked at him and then at the sofa. Do they still have this ability?

"Ian has studied how to make this kind of thing before, and he even reported it in newspapers. If you want, I'll ask him to make a few for you."

"Uh...thank you."

……

Halloween is here in a blink of an eye.

Hogwarts held a Halloween banquet, and the decoration in the auditorium was similar to what William had experienced the previous year.

But what surprised the little wizards was that the banquet was about to start, so why haven't Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape arrived yet? No, not the two of them, not even Professor Quirrell, who loved the party the most.

"Where's Professor Quirrell? Why hasn't he come yet?"

Hagrid was sitting on the teacher's chair on the high platform. He used to be next to Quirrell, but he waited for a long time and saw no one.

"Wait a while, they should go to work."

Professor Flitwick sat calmly. He knew the real reason, but it was not convenient to reveal it.

After another ten minutes, the little wizards in the auditorium were basically all there, and the four rows of tables were full of people.

Dumbledore looked at the time and was about to announce the start of the banquet when McGonagall and others finally appeared.

Counting, there are quite a few people showing up.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Quirrell.

The three of them walked in from the gate in a hurry. McGonagall had a slight smile on her face and nodded gently to Dumbledore. Quirrell walked last, and his condition seemed a little abnormal.

"Professor Quirrell looks a little uncomfortable..."

"It's not just uncomfortable, it's like I haven't slept for three days and three nights. Why does it look familiar?"

"I know. Professor Quirrell was attacked by a giant red bee last year and was hospitalized. He seemed to be in the same state!"

"hiss--"

The little wizards all took a breath and thought to themselves, could it be that Quirrell was stung by the giant red bee again? But wasn't the Red Giant Bee taken away by people from the Ministry of Magic?

William looked at Quirrell carefully.

Although Quirrell forced a smile, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes could not be hidden, proving that he had suffered something painful.

"It seems that this is true Quirrell. In other words, Paul is basically cool."

He looked towards the high platform, and Crohn's wink confirmed William's suspicion.

"It turns out that Hogwarts is not so easy to invade." William shook his head and stopped paying attention to Quirrell. As long as Paul died, he was obsessed with studying magic recently and really had no time to think about it.

……

After the banquet, several teachers and professors followed into the principal's office.

"We rescued Quirrell in an old castle. There was a person guarding him at the time. After investigation, it was found that the guard was the owner of a wizard tavern."

"As for the person who pretended to be Quirrell, he has been handed over to the Ministry of Magic and will probably be imprisoned in Azkaban."

McGonagall recounted recent operations, and Snape added from time to time.

Dumbledore nodded calmly, turned to Quirrell and asked:

"Professor Quirrell, how is your physical condition?"

"It's not too bad. I've been locked up in a stone prison for the past few days, but I haven't suffered much torture." Quirrell replied with a forced smile, "The biggest injury is that Paul used the Cruciatus Curse to torture him for a while, okay. It didn’t last long and caused no irreparable injuries.”

The Cruciatus Curse?

Everyone present was shocked, and Dumbledore's face suddenly turned as gloomy as ice.

If he had to choose the most disgusting curse among the three unforgivable curses, Dumbledore thought he would choose the Cruciatus Curse.

Because the only function of this curse is to torture people!

"He was wanted by the Ministry of Magic for attacking the wizard's market. It is said that he also killed many wizards. In addition, he used the Unforgivable Curse. I'm afraid he will be locked up in Azkaban for the rest of his life."

"Alas, Professor Quirrell, you have suffered."

"Please suspend your classes for a while and take good care of yourself first."

"No need, Principal." Quirrell didn't seem to want to rest. "After experiencing this, I have a deeper understanding of Defense Against Dark Arts, and I just happened to have a deep understanding of it during the teaching."

"But your body...?"

"I'm just mentally exhausted. I think if I get some more rest at night, I should get better."

Dumbledore glanced at the other professors and finally agreed.

……

Afterwards, McGonagall told Dumbledore what happened alone. At this time, she went into depth about the causes and consequences of Paul's invasion of Hogwarts.

The focus was on why he chose to invade the school:

I want to get the method of refining the Sun Bracelet.

"Since his target was William, why did he attack Harry?"

"You may not believe it..." Not knowing what he thought of, McGonagall chuckled and said, "Paul was frightened by William and thought that it would be very dangerous to cause trouble with William. In addition, the benefits of kidnapping Harry are also It’s big, that’s why.”

"By the way, he also has a lucky turtle. I guess it's because the lucky turtle gave divination."

It turned out to be the case.

Dumbledore muttered to himself.

He knew that the Lucky Turtle was quite rare. Because of its strange abilities, few wizards knew about it. If Hogwarts hadn't had a long history, it would have been difficult for him to know about this animal.

"Fortunately, he didn't go looking for trouble with William. Otherwise, I'm afraid he would have been solved by William before we could rescue Quirrell."

"No way..." Hearing Dumbledore's words, McGonagall was very confused. Is it such a high evaluation?

"I believe William has hidden strength, but Paul is a well-known wizard after all. Can William threaten him?"

"No, Mag, you said the opposite."

Dumbledore said solemnly: "It's not that William can threaten Paul, but that Paul may be able to threaten William. In my opinion, William's strength is far higher than him."

"How, how is it possible...?"

Dumbledore sighed. It was indeed hard to believe what he said. If it weren't for the fact that he was the principal and had the highest control over Hogwarts, he wouldn't have discovered it.

Moreover, Dumbledore also discovered clues from fate...

A terrifying figure was born in my school.

"You were still so weak back then...how could you grow to this point without paying attention?"

"It seems it's time to talk to him about where the future destiny will lead..."

He didn't say much to Mag, but just told her that William's current strength must not be taken lightly, and he could not even see his true strength clearly.

What reassures him is that William is currently performing well.

He neither indulged because of his strength nor indulged in the blind pursuit of strength and gave birth to dark thoughts.

"Why don't we just open the restricted book area to him so that he doesn't have to sneak in and read it at night? I still have to sleep, old man."

……

The next day.

Dumbledore asked William to go to his office.

Here, Dumbledore had a candid conversation with him for the first time. The key questions included exploring his strength and what is his so-called ideal?

To be honest, Dumbledore rarely talked about these things with his students, especially about ideals.

Because the ideals of ordinary people are indeed very ordinary, even if they have very grand ideals, they must eventually return to reality.

But William is different. He has the strength to realize his ideals.

Dumbledore just hoped that his ideal would not be to eliminate Muggles or something like that...

"William, today's conversation is not between the principal and the students. You might as well treat me as an equal friend. I guess I didn't particularly emphasize the majesty of the principal in my previous job.

I'm curious, why did your strength improve so quickly? "

Dumbledore meant what he said, he really asked in the tone of a friend.

From the look in his eyes, William understood what he meant.

In the past, William's strength was not so exaggerated, and Dumbledore was not interested in exploring his secrets, but it is different now, maybe he feels threatened...

"Principal, do you know my strength?"

"To be honest, I just have a vague feeling. This is Hogwarts' wake-up call for me."

"It turns out that it's because of this. Hogwarts is a magical creation."

William exclaimed, marveling at Hogwarts. He continued: "As for your question, I can't give an accurate answer. Because I don't know how strong I am.

As long as I study deeply, my strength will automatically increase.

Plus some special abilities, I really don’t know much about them. However, Professor Crohn and I had a discussion at the beginning of the semester, and I was slightly better. "

"Win Professor Crohn..." Dumbledore repeated several times.

He stroked his beard and said, "I probably understand. I have to say, you amaze me!"

"I have never liked prying into other people's privacy. This was true when I was young, and now that I am older, I don't like it even more. William, what I want to know is, do you have any plans for your future life?"

Dumbledore looked closely into William's eyes when he asked this question.

He tried to find something in it, but he could only see deep, invisible pupils.

Even Dumbledore couldn't see through these eyes.

"Future plans..."

William pondered for a moment, and his eyes inexplicably became a little distant and empty...