On the day I received the owl letter,

William had naively thought that he was taking Tony Stark's script.

Playboy, super genius, with billions of close people, a lot of money and a lot of talent...

No matter how bad it is, it has to be William Stryker.

If you can't be a positive character, you have to be a big villain, and you have younger brothers like Wolverine, Saber-toothed Tiger, and Deadpool.

Mixing up the three generations of Dark Lord Dangdang, you are pure blood, then I will come to a Muggle victory theory, and kill any superior Muggle mutant... ahem wizard, to death!

But he never expected that he was taking Bran Stark's template... He was hit by a critical attack at the beginning, and the next few years were either fleeing or on the way to escape.

In the first year of school, William met Tywin, a Death Eater, and two people died in the school.

Since then, he has been wandering... ahhh, the turbulent student era has kicked off.

He has endured too much every year, things he shouldn't have endured at his age.

During the summer vacation, I wanted to take a vacation and relax, but I was persecuted in various ways.

Now that I have finally come back, I want to watch Quidditch safely, and I can still encounter trouble.

That's right,

Professor Babbling is doing something! !

You're not in the US as your spy, and you broke into the winery...now let William go...kill someone?

"Professor, are you kidding me?"

William covered his chest with a look of fear. "I was bitten by a dog when I was a child, and I was timid."

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"Like, it's so similar!"

Babbling glanced coldly at William, pursed her lips, and showed her sharp edge.

Looking at the same face as himself, showing the look of a domineering president... William felt uncomfortable.

"Stop talking about this kind of joke." William ignored her eyes and said softly, "Professor, why are you back? Didn't you say you don't want to meet for the time being?"

"Ilvermorny organizes teachers to watch the World Cup. Do you think it's appropriate for me not to come?"

Babbling walked around twice to herself, she snapped her fingers, and a sofa with golden carvings appeared in the room. There is also a table.

She sat on the couch and poured her a birdie vodka from the wine glass.

"It's inappropriate."

William also sat down on the sofa, he sniffed the wine, there was no dragon blood, and he also brought himself a glass.

"Boy, can your reputation not increase so fast?"

Professor Babbling leaned lazily on the sofa, playing with the black glaze cup in his hand.

"I still want to keep a low profile and make a fortune in silence, but because you became famous so quickly and we look so alike, many people came to watch me."

William took a sip of the wine, rolled his eyes and said, "What does it have to do with me, I just want to participate in a meeting safely."

"Your meetings have flooded Venice. I just said that my identity is useful." Babelin raised her glass and said slowly:

"Do you think that with your current reputation, you can still go to the United States if you want? Newt has been detained for more than half a year, is it really just because the Thunderbird was lost?

If you go now, the treatment is basically the same as his, first find a reason to isolate for half a year. "

William said innocently: "I'm really a good person."

"Since she's a good person..." Babbling raised her glass and said softly, "Just help me kill someone."

"..."

This logic is invincible.

William did not continue to be hypocritical, but asked calmly, "Who to kill?"

"Tom Riddle."

William fell silent, and after a long time, he raised his glass and said softly: "... why do you kill him, you can't kill him.

Besides, aren't you approaching him? If you want to get close, I killed him, how can you get close to him. "

"If you don't kill Tom, how can I get close?" Professor Babbling's mouth evoked a smile: "Only if you kill him, he is helpless, so I can take advantage of the situation and become the brother of the adoptive father and adoptive mother with him. ."

"..." That makes sense!

"Isn't Tom in America? I'm going to America now, wait..." William opened his eyes wide: "He's coming to England?"

"That's right, do you think he'll miss out on such a good opportunity as the World Cup?" Professor Babu Ling held his cheeks lightly.

"It's not just him, I reckon Arya Grindelwald sent someone too."

William suddenly remembered that the magic carpet seller he met at noon was an Egyptian wizard.

Arya isn't going to be a magic carpet dealer, is she here to sell magic carpets?

Peter ran off with Voldemort too, and they probably came to the World Cup too...

Holy crap, tripartite talks!

It looks like Fudge's hopes are going to be dashed. If these people stay together, if they don't destroy the arena, they are already doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and black smoke rises from their ancestral graves.

William was silent for a moment, then smiled: "Teacher, I'm a little excited."

"I'm excited too."

Babu Ling squinted at him, suddenly reached out and grabbed William's face. Long, slender fingers caressed his face slowly and softly.

"..."

Babelin explained: "We still look a little different. I touch your bones, and it will slowly change and eliminate the final differences."

William's face was expressionless, and he let her touch it.

"Teacher, are you going back? Touching me with my face makes me feel... strange."

If nothing else, change back to that beautiful and outrageous Veela face first!

To that face, William would find it pleasing to the eye.

But with a face that looked very similar to himself, and he kept touching himself, William felt very uncomfortable.

"You think I don't respond?!" Babbling glared at William.

"Can you drink the compound decoction and become a soft and cute witch, so that I will feel more serious.

Why don't you... become Hermione's little girl, your sister Annie's girl is even better! "

"roll!!"

Babbling stretched, but still didn't change her face back. She gently rubbed William's cheeks and said with a chuckle:

"You have a nice face. I can attract a lot of Ilvermorny schoolgirls. I can find Tom, and that face makes a big difference."

"..." Hey, what strange character did you add to this identity? !

Stop soaking up a bunch of schoolgirls and let him clean up the mess in the end!

Seeing William cast his eyes, Professor Babbling ignored it and changed the subject: "Do it tomorrow night!"

"Is there a game tomorrow night?"

"Murder and competition are more compatible!" Babelin said calmly.

"How to prove my innocence?" William asked. "It's impossible for me not to be there for the first time. That's weird."

"Find someone to become you."

"Well, there will be a lot of people talking to me... That person has to know me, know everything about me, or it's easy to expose."

William asked himself, "Hermione."

"Then who became her?" asked Professor Babbling. "She's just as famous. You two are like conjoined twins. There's no reason she's not here."

"Inconspicuous Annie!"

"Very good." Babbling nodded and smiled: "I will pass on your evaluation to Little Annie... She will definitely be happy."

William rolled his eyes.

Babbling fumbled for a file from her pocket.

"Tom used the compound decoction to become a key keeper. I won't go to the game tomorrow night, I'll stay to watch the tent... By the way."

William took the file.

"Be careful, don't get caught by the Aurors, and don't disturb the two of you."

The breeze blew, and Babelin disappeared.

The door was pushed open, and Hermione sneaked her head out, but she was stunned when she saw a disappearing figure.

Is there anyone else in the room? Wouldn't it be Uncle Roy?

She remembered the embarrassment of being stuck in the room during last summer vacation, and hurriedly shrank back.

"No one, Hermione, don't hide."

After a moment, Hermione cautiously stuck her head out again.

"Just now... who was that?"

"Professor Babbling." William put down the document and waved at her, "The professor has something to do with me."

"Oh, didn't the professor tell you to find her, why did you come by yourself?"

Hermione walked in and closed the door. Uneasy, she locked it again.

The girl had probably just taken a shower, her hair was still wet, and she was only wearing a white suspender nightdress with two cute orange cat patterns on it.

"Probably know that I won't go to her."

Hermione just snorted, she threw off her shoes, jumped on the sofa, hugged a pillow, and sat cross-legged beside William.

William raised his wand, and the tip of the wand spewed a wave of heat, helping her to blow through her hair, and at the same time repeating what had just happened.

"Is it dangerous?" Hermione asked.

"It's not too dangerous." William stroked Hermione's tousled brown curly hair.

"Even if Tom is resurrected, he is just a Horcrux, and his strength is only sixteen years old... As long as he knows where he is, it is not too difficult."

What makes little Tom great is not his magical attainments, but his IQ. He is much smarter than the original Voldemort, and likes to use conspiracy.

"It's fine if it's not dangerous."

Hermione was relieved, she tilted her head, sniffed her nose, and asked, "It smells so good, what does it smell like."

"The Birdie Vodka from Professor Babbling's collection...very strong!"

William handed his cup to Hermione.

Hermione just took a sip before sticking out her tongue.

She leaned against William's shoulder, lay flat on the sofa, and suddenly asked:

"Would it be weird if you didn't go to the World Cup?"

William hummed.

Hermione took a few more sips of vodka and said slowly, "Someone has to use the compound decoction to look like you...but that person has to know you, at least the details of Venice.

Because someone is sure to ask..."

"Yup."

She turned around suddenly, her face blushing, her eyes shining with excitement: "I'll become you, no one knows you better than me. I can imitate it very much!"

"..."

William remembered inexplicably how Hermione was kissing Costa with her face up.

"Hermione, don't use my body to do strange things that will affect my reputation," William said.

"No!" Hermione agreed, turning around again, her head resting on William's lap~lightnovelpub.net~ She gulped down the vodka.

"Someone has to become me...well, Annie is fine...she's not famous...not very conspicuous."

William couldn't help laughing, and he followed Professor Babbling's example and said, "Well, Hermione, I will pass on your evaluation to Little Annie."

After waiting for a few seconds, and seeing that no one was speaking, William leaned over to look, and found that Hermione was flushed, biting her lip, and winking hazy.

She grabbed his collar and said drunkenly, "William~"

William sighed softly and picked her up from the sofa.

Not a good drinker, and still drinking so much alcohol!

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