v6 Chapter 127： Courage is the best word for stupidity

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This is a dim room with only oil lamps.

Voldemort stood in the shadows, his right hand clutching the back of the chair, his fingers charred as if they had been charred.

Although the Dark Lord was expressionless, those who knew him already knew that he was extremely angry at this moment.

I am really angry... He is about to leave the UK, and all the things he arranged before he left have all been messed up!

The Death Eaters escaped...and only a few people escaped.

He fought Stark in a battle, but he was only injured a little, and he did not take advantage of it.

Let Malfoy and Avery steal the prophecy ball, but also fail!

This is Voldemort's furious thing!

Rookwood knelt in front of the chair, also shivering.

This matter has nothing to do with him, he just escaped from Azkaban.

That's right, although he missed the Dark Lord's ride, Rookwood floated for a day and a night, but still came to the shore.

Then, immediately found the organization and returned to the Dark Lord.

Unexpectedly, the body has not yet been warmed up, and he will be summoned.

"So, we've been doing useless work?"

Voldemort finally spoke, his voice sharp and cold.

"Master, please forgive me..." Rookwood kowtowed.

"It's none of your business, Rookwood," said Voldemort in a grim voice.

He let go of the back of the chair, approached the shivering man, looked down and said:

"Is your information reliable, Rookwood?" Voldemort asked again.

"Reliable, Master... I worked in the Department of Mysteries after all... I'm pretty sure..."

"But Avery and Lucius told me that Bird can get the Prophecy Ball out."

"Bold can't get it, Master." Rookwood shook his head.

"Only those mentioned in the prophecy can get the prophecy ball from the Department of Mysteries.

Since that prophecy involves you and Potter, only the two of you can touch it. "

Voldemort was silent.

This can also explain why Malfoy cast the Imperius Curse on Bode, and Bode did not get the prophecy ball, but was injured instead.

"Stand up, Rookwood," said Voldemort softly.

Rookwood stood up, still bowing, gazing fearfully at the Dark Lord.

"Your information is timely..." said Voldemort. "Very good...it seems I've spent months in vain...but that's okay...we'll start over now."

That being said, Rookwood could feel the Dark Lord's anger, and it was about to fill up!

"By the way, did you really not see Bella?" Voldemort asked.

"No." Rookwood shook his head. "I was separated from Rodolphus and immediately ran towards the shore."

Voldemort was silent.

He also asked several other servants who had escaped by chance, but found no Bella.

Where exactly is she?

"Master, that prophecy ball... we have to go..." Rookwood immediately took it up.

"No, don't bother." Voldemort sneered:

"Didn't you say that only those in the prophecy can get the prophecy ball?

Potter will do this for me, I know the kid.

Bravery is the best word for stupidity. And he's always been Gryffindor when it comes to heroism.

Ha ~ stupid lion. "

Voldemort paced slowly:

"Okay, let's call Lucius and Avery in."

Rookwood shuddered.

Malfoy and Avery, Danger!

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St Mungo's Witch's Hospital,

Ward on the second floor.

The small room was full of wizards.

In addition to William and Hermione, there are the Weasleys and Harry.

This is Mr. Weasley's ward. He was bitten by a rune snake and was lying in bed at this time.

William, who was wearing a coat and was a guest therapist, handed over the prepared potion.

Mrs. Weasley took it carefully, blew the heat, and walked to the hospital bed and said:

"Arthur, it's time to drink the medicine!"

Mr. Weasley was leaning on some pillows, the Daily Prophet in his hand.

George and Fred quickly got up, helped their father up, and gave him a backrest.

Mr. Weasley took the medicine, pinched his nose, and forced it into his mouth.

"How is it, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked concerned.

"I feel good!" Mr. Weasley smiled feigning relief despite the bitterness in his mouth.

Mrs Weasley was relieved and leaned over to kiss her husband on the cheek.

"It should be possible to remove the bandage, William?" Ginny in the corner asked suddenly.

"You have to ask Amy, I'm just helping to brew the antidote potion." William laughed.

The therapist Amy, who was busy beside him, looked at the medical record card and nodded:

"It's almost there, and then finish the last course of treatment."

"Thank you, Miss Bond." Ron blushed.

He has been in the hospital recently, and he has a good feeling for this beautiful therapist sister.

Amy shook her head, looked at William, and said with admiration:

"Thanks to Mr. Stark, who provided the antidote in time."

William shrugged.

"I've seen that kind of snake, and I've brewed a lot of antidote, and I always carry it with me."

He has not only seen it, but also keeps a rune snake.

The snake was caught in Albany, following Voldemort.

After Voldemort escaped, he took the eggs with him, and he also had a rune by his side.

St. Mungo's Magic Hospital can also be equipped with an antidote, but I don't know what kind of snake venom it is. Naturally, it is not as fast as William.

Amy squinted and smiled brightly, and said playfully, "Mr. Stark, are you sure you won't come to St Mungo's to work?

I heard that you were expelled from the school, and you just came to our department. You can definitely be a director. "

Ron's mouth was bitter... Why does the girl he likes have a crush on William?

What is this called!

Hearing Amy's words, William sighed.

It's really good things don't go out, and bad things travel thousands of miles.

He was only expelled here, and there were headlines in newspapers all over the world, and even the Death Eaters' escape from prison was suppressed.

Overnight, it seemed that wizards all over the world knew that the famous William Stark was expelled from Hogwarts.

The whole world really knows...because in the past two days alone, William has received more than a dozen invitation letters.

They are all magic schools, willing to give full scholarships, hoping that William will transfer to school.

Why are you so excited?

Because William is gone, it is a well-known alumni!

He is so rich, why should he donate money to the school after graduation? ‘

And those pheasant schools of magic...

That's right, in addition to the eleven magic academies registered by the International Federation of Wizards, there are many pheasant schools in the magic world.

For example, the Akali sprint class... This is a proper pheasant education institution.

William went, and immediately raised the school's popularity, and maybe he could become a regular and be recognized by the International Federation of Wizards.

In addition to this, Madame Maxime is also causing trouble, deliberately saying in the newspaper:

As long as Stark comes to school, he can help solve the problem of the object, and the most important thing in Beauxbatons is beautiful women.

And Sirius, instead of thinking about how to deal with Voldemort, he was interviewed:

As long as William is willing to be a professor, he will pay three times the salary and a lot of year-end bonuses.

Durmstrang gave up a talented wizard back then, and he didn't want to give up this one again Even major clubs came off the field to ridicule, expressing their willingness to recruit William as a Chaser.

The Chasers of the Quidditch World Cup champions have all offered conditions that as long as William is willing to come, he is willing to play as a substitute.

For a time, it became a trend to recruit William, an undergrad.

Which industry wants to come to rub the heat.

Anyway, rub a bit,

And don't want money.

William had to comfort himself, the real boss, who is in seventh grade?

Look at Grindelwald, look at Old Man Newt, look at Hagrid... ahem, forget it.

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