William did know a lot of wizards invited by Professor Slughorn, or had a relationship.

This is actually quite normal.

There are only so many wizards in the UK, and there are not many really famous wizards.

William established the Akali Mystery Shop, where the high-end business consisted of expensive alchemical items and potions.

This is not for sale to ordinary families. Nor can they afford... potions such as elixirs.

So many wizards here have traded with him. Even if they don't match the number, they are familiar with each other after a few words.

Although Slughorn was lost, he immediately realized that this was his most important opportunity.

He must include William, a promising and rich young man, into his network system.

In this way, for decades to come, he will live the most comfortable life.

At this moment, Slughorn was indeed tempted.

Start thinking about whether to come back and return to Hogwarts.

Defence against the Dark Arts professor certainly can't be, whoever becomes whoever dies. Potions class has Severus, but can kick him away and teach Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Plan pass!

Just as Slughorn was thinking, William was already haunted by someone.

"Mr. Stark, my name is Elder Worper, the author of "Blood Brothers: My Life with Vampires"... This is my friend Bloody."

Worper, a small man with glasses, took William's hand, holding it eagerly.

The vampire Xue Ni was tall and thin, with dark circles under his eyes and a sleepy look.

His eyes kept glancing at the white and tender Cedric.

He looked curious and excited, as if he wanted to give Seid a sip.

"Mr. Stark, I'm so happy!" said Walpole, looking up at William's face with myopic eyes.

"I told Professor Slughorn the other day, where is the William Stark we've all been waiting for?"

"Interested in autobiography? I'd love to write this book - people are eager to know more about you, catch the Death Eaters, Paris, Venice legends."

For a moment, William seemed to see Rita.

But he has more integrity than Rita, and if it were Rita, her quill would have started to work.

"Dear Stark, if you could do a few interviews with me for four or five hours each time, it could be a book in a few months.

It won't cost you anything, I promise...Ask if Xueni is—Xueni, don't go! "

Worper's expression suddenly became stern, as the vampire rubbed at Cedric with excitement in his eyes.

Feeling someone touch his ass, Cedric was taken aback. Then, there was utter anger.

When he came to a banquet, someone wiped his oil.

Too much!

Aunt!

Hmm... this technique, this force... um... no... simple.

Have you been a scumbag on the bus?

Cedric turned around with difficulty, and was startled by the ugly face of the man behind him, and his limbs suddenly became weak.

He hiccupped and swallowed the mandrake that had been in it for half a month.

Grass! (Mandela)

"Here, eat a piece of sausage, go back and clean up you, Xueni."

Walpur walked over angrily, grabbed a piece of sausage from a tray of elf and stuffed it into Xue Ni's mouth.

Then, he turned his attention back to William.

"Mr. Stark, how much money can you make, you can't imagine—"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in money." William shook his head with a smile.

He suddenly discovered that not only the mermaid, but the vampire was also interested in Cedric.

But he was pale now, and he really looked like a vampire from America.

Malfoy, who had just entered the tent, heard William's words, and his whole body trembled as if struck by lightning.

"William, of course we know that you are not interested in Galleons. In recent days, you have made hundreds of thousands of Galleons just betting on football... Can you tell us the secret?"

Slughorn asked enthusiastically.

Everyone looked up at William, including Malfoy.

William babbled about the poisonous chicken soup and said: "You have to insist on gambling on football, how can you make a million Galleons without the courage to lose half a million?

Don't ever feel like you've lost 300,000 and never gamble again.

A man who hesitates will never succeed. "

"...Oh!" Malfoy mused.

Someone behind him coughed softly, obviously to show that he was suspicious and ridiculous about William's words.

Everyone turned their heads and found that it was a thirteen or four-year-old wizard. He has high cheekbones, dark skin, and long, slightly sloping brown eyes.

William recognized the student as Brace Zabini of Slytherin, a class younger than him.

Zabini blushed and stammered: "Stark...just luck...if you give me Garen...I can..."

"Shut up, Blaise, hurry up and apologize to Mr. Stark!"

In the distance, came a slender witch with gorgeous clothes, like a succulent peony.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of all the wizards, but no one dared to approach.

Especially the vampire named Xueni, who seemed to have been toyed with, was even more frightened.

William recognized the woman.

The famous Mrs. Zabini, she has been married six times and widowed six times.

Each husband died strangely and left her a large inheritance.

Mrs. Zabini came to the banquet, apparently looking for a seventh husband.

Mmmm... also looking for a seventh father for my son Zabini...

Zabini appeared to be afraid of his mother and was quick to apologize.

Hermione took William's arm and walked towards the corner, away from Mrs. Zabini, who was secretly looking for her.

William glanced out of the corner of the eye and saw the twins quietly leave, running towards Malfoy.

The two of them were clearly uneasy.

William and Hermione avoided the crowd and were about to find a quiet place to rest for a while, but accidentally saw Professor Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney was sitting in the corner, holding the sherry and trying to pour it.

After drinking a bottle, a house-elf next to him immediately handed over a bottle.

The whole process does not take twenty seconds.

"..."

In this way... either Trelawney died suddenly, or Professor Slughorn was 'bankrupt' and died of breathlessness.

"William, do you still have the kind of ring you sell?" Professor Trelawney burped.

"The kind that can hold a lot of stuff."

William had lost a ring with the Unmarked Stretch Charm.

"Don't worry... I'll give you the money..." Professor Trelawney said hehe: "I have a lot of money... Help me fill up with sherry."

She handed the ring to the house-elf.

"..."

All these years, she has been plucked by Professor McGonagall, and now it is finally her turn.

Professor Trelawney rambles about gambling.

They had to listen patiently.

"Hermione, you're here watching the professor."

After a while, William explained. "I'm going to the toilet and I'll be back in a while."

Hermione nodded, sat down on the sofa, then took out her book and began to ask the elf:

Do you have a job? How many people are there in the family? Do you know the elf who doesn't have a job?

She is serious like the aunt of the neighborhood committee who is checking the hukou (mistaken)...Miss.

The bathroom was on the right side of the tent. William locked the door and walked in.

Standing in front of the toilet, he was about to open his pants when he heard the wooden door being opened by magic.

Does anyone spy on the toilet? Can the world get better?

William turned abruptly, but was taken aback.

—Mrs. Zabini!

She locked the door again and walked towards him gracefully.

"Ma'am, this is the men's bathroom." William coughed, "Are you lost? You should go next door."

Mrs. Zabini is indeed a woman who can find six husbands. She looked at William, smiled sweetly, and said delicately:

"It's fine here, boy."

Have you met a hooligan?

Who will save me!

William sternly said with a very serious expression: "Auntie, Zabini is my classmate... You can't do this."

Mrs. Zabini held her heart, feigned resentment, and winked like a thread: "Just don't let him know. Or...you have your own opinions."

"..."

William suddenly remembered the sentence:

I call you brother, you call me dad!

The witch continued to walk towards William~lightnovelpub.net~ Autumn waves flowed, her face full of spring.

The witch suddenly turned her face, she gestured to raise her sleeves, rolled up a curl of hair on her temples, but grabbed her wand.

William seemed to have expected it, he was faster, and the wand had already appeared on his right hand.

For a time, the small bathroom was full of murderous intentions.

There was only one sentence in William's mind:

Can you wait for him to go to the toilet?

...

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(Ask for recommended tickets and monthly tickets, everyone.

Thanks for the reward from the leader "This life is short and tiring".

The second leader of the alliance, so I owe ten more, a total of 27 chapters!

People run away, just arrived on Mars, don't read. )