There's something wrong with Professor Babbling.
Well, she wasn't human at all, just an older vampire.
She's so pretty, and probably has Veela blood.
It is said that people are not human anymore, and it is not a big deal to be a little perverted in their hearts.
But ah, Grandma Treasure... Since we like girls so much, can we start with those single women?
For example... the old house girl Trelawney, the queen of gambling, Professor McGonagall, the female version of Runtu Sprout...
Let's not say anything else at Hogwarts, an older single professor... that's a lot.
William seriously doubts that one of Professor Dumbledore's recruitment criteria:
single.
Well, we can't start with single women, at least not now.
William is very worried that Babelin is playing too much, and has used his face to hook up with many girls in Ilvermorny.
When he went to the United States, he suddenly found that his personality was: a scumbag.
The kind of dozens of ex-girlfriends.
Of course, William did not refuse the request of Professor Babbling to stay overnight.
She sleeps in Hermione's room, William sacrifices a little, so Hermione can sleep in his room... What a big deal.
Babbling obviously said casually that she couldn't really stay. Otherwise, little Tom's side is prone to mistakes.
Before leaving, she made another excessive request.
"Give me Terene Sand."
"Professor, do you think I can agree to your unreasonable request?" William directly refused.
"Don't get me wrong." Babling stared at William discontentedly with burgundy pupils.
"I need a helper," she said angrily.
"Didn't Newt help you?"
"Newt... Forget it, with his fame, he's almost as eye-catching as you." Babbling shook her head.
"When Queenie was young, she could help me, but she's too old now, and I still like that little girl very much."
Professor Babbling licked her bright red lips.
Queenie... Newt's sister-in-law, with a natural Legilimency ability.
But William still shook his head.
"Trene and I are just friends and can't decide whether or not she goes or stays.
Besides, she doesn't like to do that either. "
"William, you underestimate her too much." Professor Babu Ling smiled.
"The night of the attack, I observed her for a long time... She was brought up to kill.
She can do this kind of thing like a duck to water... Besides, I just let her help collect information, and I don't let her get close to Tom, what are you afraid of? "
William rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.
Professor Babbling left soon.
Hermione was still looking down at a map, looking for the address provided by Professor Babling.
"Did you find anything special?" William asked with his head lowered.
"No, there is only one village, the most famous is probably the Wu's office building." Hermione hesitated.
"There shouldn't be anything special about this small village, right? You said that the mysterious man's father lives near Gaunt's old house..."
"Maybe where Tom lived as a child," William guessed. "I heard Dumbledore say that Tom grew up in an orphanage."
"However, there is no orphanage around here."
"Maybe it's been demolished, it's been decades since then." William said softly.
Hermione nodded, her head resting on her arms.
William continued: "When the principal comes back, talk to him again."
"That's the only way." Hermione nodded slightly.
Little Tom appeared in a sea and must be looking for something. Only the principal can investigate.
After all, he is scheming... ahem, he is well-informed.
"What about the International Conference of Wizards, is it still being held?" Hermione asked again.
William shook his head: "It is estimated that the delay will continue. After all, there was a Death Eater attack."
William also sighed, a conference has been postponed for the second time, and it will be postponed until next year.
A year of troubles and troubles.
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Before school started, William and Hermione left home for a trip to Diagon Alley.
It's not really shopping this time.
As evil landlords and landlords, William and Hermione need to collect the bills.
Hermione urged William several times, in her words:
"The money is always owed, and if it is owed for a long time, it will not come back."
Before the trip, both of them were decorated, wearing sunglasses and high-necked robes to prevent people from being recognized.
With their current fame, as long as they are recognized...in an instant, it will be a siege.
William didn't eat hot pot either, to avoid being robbed by hemp bandits again. Scratch music is the pain of his life.
Behind the long counter, the goblins sat on high stools and received the first customers of the day.
William and Hermione walked towards a goblin who was examining a thick gold coin through his glasses.
William stepped forward and tapped the table.
"Are you depositing money or withdrawing money..." The goblin Griphook looked up and asked.
"Neither save nor take..." William grinned and took off his sunglasses. "I'm here to ask for money!"
"Mr. Stark!" Griphook shuddered. "Ah! You—you—what can I do for you today?"
"You want money...you Gringotts lost to me 5.2 million Galleons, 13 ticks and 14 nuts.
I am generous, and I touched it. There is still 5.2 million Galleons, which can be given. "
"This...but..." Griphook's voice trembled.
"Why, you Gringotts want to default on your debt?" William raised his voice, and many people looked towards him.
"It's not reneging on the debt... you should be quiet..." Griphook hurriedly said.
"That's... Can I ask you for a few days of grace... We haven't received our current account yet."
"Are there a lot of bad debts?" Hermione wondered.
"Yes, Miss Granger..." said Griphook anxiously.
"Ludo Bagman, the director of the sports department, owes us 250,000 Galleons... He gave us 20,000 Galleons that day, all of which are Leprechaun's gold coins."
William remembered the night of the World Cup final, when Ludo was indeed haunted by a group of goblins, who he claimed were looking for Crouch.
Definitely an old liar.
Although Gringotts is now in the village, after the attack in the finals, many wizards want to default.
Even, there are many professional old Lai.
If you can't get it back, it's a bad debt...
For Gringotts, it didn't matter if there were bad debts in the past. After all, they earn more and can collect them slowly.
But this time... William made five million Galleons all at once, and the hole was much bigger.
"Can you give me a few more days?" Griphook pleaded in a low voice We will definitely get the account back soon. "
Griphook was about to cry, and it was always Gringotts who went to chase the bills... This is the first time that someone was blocking the door to ask for money! !
Embarrassed!
"What does this have to do with me." William shook his head. "Hurry up and make money, the wizard's family has no food left."
"It's not that you have no money." Hermione pouted and muttered softly:
"Our family can't open the pot. My sister Annie... can't afford textbooks, so I can only use my second-hand textbooks."
Hermione's words were true, Anne was indeed using Hermione's second-hand textbooks.
After all, it is filled with the notes of the scholar, which is a precious strategic resource.
Hermione's acting skills have always been very high. She started crying in the lobby of Gringotts, and she almost burst into tears.
She wanted the "family" to quarrel and ask for debts, so the boy naturally wanted to keep his tone calm and take care of his face; but the girl didn't have to, she had to cry hard.
It's a two-pronged approach...the effect will be better.
The pull tab completely collapsed.
William suddenly waved his hand and shouted at the door: "Malfoy, you came just in time, pay back the money!!"
"..."
Seeing William, Lucius Malfoy covered his face in pain, why did he come to Diagon Alley today!
His shoulders couldn't help twitching.
"Dad, what's the matter with you?" Draco asked nervously.
Malfoy was tempted to say:
Prodigal son, don't call me dad, you are my dad.
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(Ask for recommendation votes, everyone.
Thanks for the reward from the "Mouse in the Mud" boss.
Thanks for the 10,000-coin reward from the head "Deep Sea Turtle".
Owe number 10086
At present, I owe thirty chapters, and I am coding in the coffin. )