After saying goodbye to Hagrid, William returned to the castle alone.

He decided to go to Professor McGonagall to see how the Firebolt inspection went.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Professor McGonagall's technique, he is... well, he just thinks McGonagall is unprofessional!

What to do if he broke his big baby.

What's wrong? The vice-principal is amazing, isn't it? Dean Gryffindor is awesome, isn't it?

William got to see the broom today!

It's so tough!

He walked to the door of the office and found Wood already inside.

William had to stand in the corner, waiting for the two to finish talking before he interrupted.

Seeing William coming, Wood seems to have the courage to speak up in front of McGonagall

"Professor, you must return the broom to Harry today, we must win, there is no way to win without the Firebolt!"

"I also want to win." Professor McGonagall said calmly: "But that Firebolt may have Black's magic."

Wood waved his arm, seemingly ignoring Black.

"There's no way Black can buy the Firebolt! He's been on the run!

The whole country is searching for him! How could he walk into a Quidditch boutique to buy a broom? "

"Listen carefully," said Professor McGonagall, "as I said, that possibility does exist.

I'm not going to gamble, three Firebolts, an Invisibility Cloak... It involves the lives of four students, Mr. Wood! "

"I don't care, Professor, we haven't won the Quidditch Cup for seven years in a row.

I am graduating this year and this is my last chance. ' Wood was a little exasperated, he said aggressively.

"I don't care if the broom throws Harry to the ground, as long as he can ride it and catch the Snitch first."

William looked at Wood with his mouth open, and moved back again, afraid of being splattered with blood.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and stared at Wood. Her lips trembled with anger, like an angry lion, and roared loudly:

"Wood, you must distinguish the importance of the matter. Do you think winning the trophy is more important than William's life?!"

Wood seemed to wake up a little and stammered. "Professor, I... apologize to you. I've been under a lot of stress lately, and I'm a little out of spirit, so—"

"Your spirit is very good, sir," she said, "and my tolerance for nonsense is not so good!

Now,

go out! "

Wood bowed his head and left.

William hid in the corner, shivering. Wait, why is he here?

After Wood left, Professor McGonagall looked at William, who glared at him with angry eyes.

"What about you? Mr. Stark, also came to me for Firebolt?!"

Professor McGonagall's murderous eyes, it seems that William dares to say "yes", he will immediately take out his wand, and let him lose this opportunity forever before he has an accident with the Firebolt.

This is probably what the legend says: kill the hostages before they are harmed.

Will William give in so quickly?

Of course not, he resisted for 0.05 seconds before cowardly.

"No, Professor, I think Nimbus 2000 can also be used. It doesn't matter if the broom is good or not. The key is personal strength."

Mag raised his eyebrows, his tone softened a lot, and asked, "Then why are you here?"

William thought for two seconds and said wisely, "Do you know where the Fat Lady is?"

Since Halloween, Gryffindor's portrait has become Sir Cadogan, and the Fat Lady doesn't know where to hide.

Only Professor McGonagall knew.

The portraits in the castle told William that the Fat Lady had been doing counselling.

He wanted to ask the Fat Lady now what happened on Halloween.

"The fat lady is in the corridor on the fourth floor, where the restricted area used to be." Professor McGonagall urged:

"You'd better be careful with your words. She has been emotionally unstable recently and seems to be suffering from depression."

William suddenly realized that the fat lady had been seriously injured.

After leaving the office, William saw Wood standing by the corridor window, his arms outstretched, as if wanting to embrace the blue sky like a bird.

Of course, the final result may be like bird droppings, hugging the earth.

Poor baby.

Just jump off.

William wouldn't have to worry about the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

He quickly came to the restricted area on the fourth floor.

Since the Sorcerer's Stone incident, this place has been deserted, and because Quirrell died, no one usually comes here.

Before reaching the restricted area, William heard extremely arrogant singing.

The Fat Lady was trying to sing.

Is this what Professor McGonagall calls depression?

The fat lady obviously took the opportunity to strike and was going to rest for a year and a half.

After William approached, she immediately shut up, showing a gloomy look, as if she also wanted to commit suicide.

"Aunt Fat, your singing is still so beautiful." William shamelessly complimented.

Madam Fatty spit, "Bah ah ah, who's auntie? If you say that, I don't want to hear it, and you call out my crow's feet."

William smiled cheerfully.

He has years of experience dealing with the Fat Lady, especially during the time loop, letting her open the door to Gryffindor is a technical job.

"What, what's the matter with me?"

The fat lady glanced around and didn't see Mag, so she stopped covering it up, took out a small mirror, and smoothed the crow's feet for herself.

"I want to ask, did you open the door for Blake on Halloween?"

"Of course not!" The fat lady looked insulted. "Blake doesn't have a password, and I won't open the door at all.

Even if he had a password, I wouldn't give him a call... The unscrupulous little bastard, he and three **** roamed at night.

When it wasn't my mother who opened the door for them, she actually cut through my picture frame. "

The Fat Lady cursed, cursing Black for being single for life.

"Then how did he get into the Gryffindor lounge?" William frowned.

After Black entered the lounge, he was attacked by the armored guards.

The door was not opened by Mrs. Fatty, it could only be opened by someone else.

"Someone suddenly pushed me from the lounge, and Blake rushed in," recalled the fat lady.

"Someone pushed open the door?"

William thought about it carefully, and he finally figured out what was going on on Halloween.

The inner ghost stayed in the Gryffindor lounge, and when he heard the movement outside, he deliberately let Black in so that the guards could entangle him.

Then, the inner ghost used a disillusionment spell, or an invisibility cloak, to secretly lure the Dementors into the school, preparing to kill Black completely.

It's just that those Dementors were stopped by William and Hermione, otherwise the inner ghost would have succeeded and Black would have died.

At the time of the attack, William did not see his name on the Hogwarts map.

This shows that the inner ghost knows the obscure tracking spell and knows how to erase his name from the map.

An inner ghost who hated Blake, stayed by Ron's side for a long time, and knew the tracking spell...

After thinking about it, William could only think of Peter Pettigrew, who was believed to be dead.

And his own Animagus, happens to be a mouse.

If Christmas was just a doubt, William is now 100% sure:

Peter did not die, but infiltrated the Weasleys' house as a rat.

Peter's movements are very secret~lightnovelpub.net~ not even leaving too many traces, but last year's ghost thing... finally exposed him.

Twelve years!

Terrible!

Think about it, a mouse in your house is actually a wizard?

And Ron also shared the same bed with this mouse for three years!

The next thing is simple, find Da Hei first, and further corroborate William's speculation.

Just when he was about to go to the library to find Hermione, the door to the restricted area suddenly opened.

Annie came out.

The two stared at each other.

The little girl turned around and ran back to the restricted area!

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