v5 Chapter 227： I want you to be the principal

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Harry was lying on the hospital bed, and although his chest hurt, he was still excitedly telling everyone about the cemetery experience.

"William's wand pointed like this, and such a big cliff... was blown up... like a meteorite, smashed towards the Death Eaters..."

"So big...how big is it?" Ron in the next bed couldn't help asking.

Everyone else glanced at him, and Ginny rolled her eyes, a little disliked to see Ron.

For a while, he kept plugging in Harry's mouth, interrupting the continuity of the story.

You want to cut in, can't wait when no one is there?

However, Harry was waving his hand there, and it was so big for a while, and it was so big for a while, and it was unclear and unclear.

"Probably four times bigger than our castle... no! Seven or eight times!" Harry exaggerated.

"And then!" Bill asked.

"William made Voldemort vomit blood with one punch and he hit the tombstone.

But none of the Death Eaters dared to move, they all hid in fear. "

Everyone took a deep breath. It didn't sound like a wizard, but a boxer who didn't speak martial arts.

Charlie thought: "I didn't expect William to be able to do this. When you have nothing to do, you can ask him to learn from him."

Harry was very satisfied with everyone's expressions and continued:

"Did you not see that the two of them fought each other next, spell to spell, explosion to explosion, illuminating the sky.

I stood right behind William and watched as they fought from the cemetery to the hillside, back and forth for half an hour.

William raised the knife and fell, and the knife fell, without blinking a single glance! "

Ron tried to interrupt again tactically and asked if his eyes were dry, but Ginny gave him a stern look.

"That guy, that scene... that's pretty big!"

Harry spit all over, all over the faces of Charlie and Bill beside the bed.

While he was talking, he was actually infected by his own words... His spirit was high, as if he was fighting Voldemort at the time.

Ahhh...a sense of substitution!

Mrs. Weasley handed over a bowl of potion and whispered, "Hurry up, Harry, the medicine is getting cold."

Harry took a gulp, as if drinking, and he stretched out a finger and tutted, "Follow... The You-Know-Who almost died there.

It's not the Auror coming, William can definitely kill him! "

If William was here, listening to Harry's boasting, he would probably also have a stomachache, and he would like to give himself a "closed earplugs".

"Harry, how did you get injured, and was it also caused by the fight with the mysterious man?" Ron couldn't lift the pot.

Harry was embarrassed.

He was so embarrassed.

Harry's ribs were broken.

If Voldemort did it, that's fine, but Voldemort has nothing to do with it, William kicked it!

At that time, in order to prevent Harry from being hit by Voldemort's curse, William gave him a kick.

The force is well controlled, but the angle is not good. When Harry flew sideways, he accidentally hit a rock and the bone broke.

Harry certainly wasn't dissatisfied with the kick from William, it was to save him after all.

He is now William's number one licking dog.

But what should I say, no one wants their epitaph to read:

"Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived, died during the war between Voldemort and Stark.

Cause of death: While watching the crowd, he was accidentally kicked to death by Stark. "

This is also a way to die too... majestic.

And... Harry always felt that that kick could have been avoided.

If he was replaced by Hermione, William would definitely not take a kick, but would choose the princess to hug her!

The door to the ward was opened again, and Dumbledore, William and Hermione walked in, followed by a gloomy Professor Snape.

"I think you all know what happened," Dumbledore began.

Everyone looked at William.

"There's some work to be done," said Dumbledore. "Arthur . . . if I'm not mistaken, can I count on you?"

"Of course no problem, Professor." Arthur stood up from Ron's bedside. "Tell me what to do!"

Dumbleley said with satisfaction, "The situation is urgent, and I need you to reach out to those at the Ministry of Magic who are not short-sighted like Connelly."

"No problem, I'll go now!" Arthur said.

"You have to be careful not to let Fudge think I'm messing with the Ministry of Magic."

"I understand, Professor."

Arthur put on his cloak and strode out of the room.

"Poppy," Dumbledore said to Madam Pomfrey, "could you come over to Professor Moody's office?

There you'll find a house-elf named Winky, and then go to Judy Crouch.

She'd be nice if she wanted to keep Winky; if she didn't, she'd take Winky into the kitchen. I think Dobby will take care of her for us. "

"O-Okay." Madam Pomfrey looked surprised, and then she left.

Dumbledore was sure the door was closed before he spoke again.

"Now," he said, "the two of us should be reconciled to each other.

Sirius... can you change back to your usual appearance? "

A black dog emerged from under the hospital bed. He looked up at Dumbledore, and then transformed into a Sirius.

Mrs Weasley screamed and stepped back from the bed.

"Sirius Black!" she screamed, pointing at him.

Snape didn't scream or flinch, but the expression on his face was a mixture of anger and hatred.

"Humph!" he growled angrily, staring at Sirius.

The same disgusted expression appeared on Sirius' face, "What is he doing here?"

"I invited him," said Dumbledore, looking at them both, "and you too, Severus. I trust both of you.

Now, you should put aside your old differences and trust each other. "

Sirius and Snape stared at each other fiercely, expressions of extreme hatred on their faces.

"In a short time," said Dumbledore, with a hint of impatience in his voice, "as long as you don't openly hostile each other, I'll be satisfied.

You might as well shake hands. Now you belong to the same camp.

Time is running out and the few of us who know the truth must stand united or we are all hopeless. "

Sirius and Snape walked slowly forward and shook hands.

But they still glared at each other viciously, as if wishing for the other to be cursed.

They quickly let go. Snape's expression seemed to be afraid of being bitten by a dog; Sirius seemed to smell the stench of his hair and was afraid of being poisoned.

"That's more or less," Dumbledore said, once again standing between them.

"You both have tasks now, Severus." Dumbledore turned to Snape.

"You know what I'm telling you to do. If you're okay with...if you're ready..."

"No problem," Snape said.

His face was paler than usual, and those cold, dark eyes flashed strangely.

"Good luck, then." Dumbledore sighed.

"As for you... Sirius, you left with William and Hermione They both have something to tell you." Dumbledore said.

"Let's go." William looked at Hermione, who nodded and led the way out of the ward.

The three quickly left the ward, and Sirius asked in a low voice:

"William, snot... I mean, what's Snape doing?"

William glanced at him, shook his head and said, "Don't ask, it's the same secret mission as you."

"What? There is a secret mission!" Sirius jumped up. "As long as you don't stay at home, let me do anything!"

"This mission is very important, Sirius." Hermione said solemnly. "There can be no problems."

Looking at Hermione's expression, Sirius also restrained his smile: "What mission?"

"I need you to be a Death Eater." William laughed.

"What?" Sirius was taken aback.

Hermione escaped with the keys and opened Professor McGonagall's office.

In the corner, there is a large box.

"I asked Hermione and Professor McGonagall to catch this. He was about to escape." William crossed his arms and watched Hermione open the box.

"What is it?" Sirius asked curiously.

William is really becoming more and more mysterious, having previously directed him to catch Barty Crouch Jr.

Then, he fought the resurrected Voldemort again.

I don't know what to do now!

Hermione opened the box, the three looked down, and Sirius screamed.

At the bottom of the box is a big pit, like a basement. A person was lying on the floor about three meters deep.

- Karkaroff.

"I want you to become Karkaroff and go to Durmstrang to be the headmaster."

William smiled.

Ding!

It's even closer to the position of the principal of the three schools.

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(Ask for a recommendation ticket, everyone.)