Since the war began, Slughorn has moved home sixteen times in just three months.

This old slug is slippery and very cunning.

So if you want to find him, it is better to be early rather than late, otherwise he will run away directly.

But before looking for Slughorn, William still has to go to Harry's house.

With William's attraction, he tempted the old professor to go into business again and worked as a teacher with both moral integrity and art at Hogwarts.

But, inviting Slughorn is not a problem, and the subsequent "small video" of memory is the most troublesome.

That short video, starring the young Tom, has no horses throughout the whole process, and records the number of Horcruxes.

But Slughorn only cares about treasures and is unwilling to let others watch.

This requires someone to trick the short video.

Today, when the war is getting fiercer, neither William nor Hermione has time to do such long-term work.

If William wants to participate in the war, he has to return to Ifamoni to deal with Tom on a daily basis.

Hermione also has the task of Order of the Phoenix, and she is also an intern assistant to Minister Bones, and she has a lot of work to be busy.

They are no longer just students and have no time to deal with Slughorn.

Dumbledore believed that such a chore could be handed over to Harry and asked to attack Slughorn.

Therefore, it is necessary to bring you a familiar face.

Of course, William is not optimistic about this matter... After all, Harry is not a psychologist.

He couldn't even chase Qiu, let alone deal with old slippery guys like Slughorn.

But this did not affect William following Dumbledore's instructions and taking him to Slughorn.

After the summer vacation, Harry has lived in his aunt's house, located in Huijin Community in Surrey.

This is the first time William has been here.

Walking through a particularly neat lawn, he rang the doorbell.

The door was opened soon and a fat man walked out.

He had a beard and looked like an Afghan hound with only 502 glue.

Dursley narrowed his eyes and looked at William vigilantly.

He has outstanding appearance and excellent temperament... and those decent clothes are very expensive at first glance.

He is not old, like a student.

This kind of existence should be someone in his son Dudley's circle of friends, right?

In Dursley's opinion, Dudley knew such outstanding friends at school every day, not bad friends.

As for Harry... such a gangster, friends must be trash!

(Ron: You can just report my ID number)

Dursley smiled and said, "Is there anything wrong with you? Are you looking for my son Dudley?"

"Good evening, Mr. Dursley." William smiled:

"My name is William Stark, and I'm here to find Harry Potter."

The smile on Dursley's face disappeared, and even when he heard Harry's name, he seemed to have been treated by the Thunder Mage's electric shock.

He first looked around to prevent being heard by his neighbors, and then the blue veins on his temples were exposed, and the light changed his face at the speed of light, glaring at William:

"There is no such person here. You are looking for the wrong place, boy!"

He was about to close the door with great force, but he found that the door was stuck and could not push it.

"I thought Harry had told you, but it seemed he didn't." William said softly:

"But I have indeed written a letter to him in advance for this visit."

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Dursley narrowed his eyes.

"Don't rush to deny it." William said calmly: "I will take Harry out of here in the next summer and will not come back.

How about it?"

This proposal seemed to make Dursley very moved. He stared at William and suddenly widened his eyes and said:

"Are you William Stark?"

William said inexplicably: "Yes, I've said it just now..."

"I know you!" Dursley was a little excited.

“I saw you in the news last year and said you saved a boat in Vienna.

There was also the London earthquake some time ago, and you saved the Prime Minister.”

William nodded.

These are indeed things he has done. It seems that his reputation is not only in the magic world, but also in the Muggle world.

But William was proud of himself for less than three seconds and became astonished.

Just listen to Dursley continue:

"A few days ago, in order to thank you for saving the Queen at Buckingham Palace, she invited you to her family gathering..."

"I read the news and say that the Queen's favorite granddaughter Zara Phillips is chasing you.

He also said in front of the reporter that he fell in love with you at first sight, isn’t it true?”

“…”

Zara Phillips... is one year younger than William, the queen's granddaughter, and the tenth order heir to the throne.

The problem is not here, but...William didn't know about this?

Fuck (a posture)

Babuling, a dead woman, has done such a thing recently with his face?

William thought that at most she would pursue the female student and tease the female Auror...it would be fine.

Unexpectedly, she had a lot of fun!

"So, do you really know the Queen?" Dursley returned to his politeness.

"It's just a friend who has forgotten his age." William talked nonsense expressionlessly.

"I really like the black tea made by Elizabeth, and it has endless aftertaste."

Vernon Dursley instantly felt awe-inspiring, as if William was also an amazing figure.

It is really amazing to be able to chat and laugh with the queen.

He immediately shouted into the house:

"Harry, get out of here quickly, Mr. Stark is here to see you.

You guys, you dare to let others wait, do you think you are the Prime Minister!

What a rude!!”

Harry was shouted in a daze, and only came to the living room after accepting Dursley's scolding.

After entering the living room, he was stunned.

I saw William sitting on the sofa, his aunt who had always hated wizards, making tea for him respectfully.

What I took out was still tea that I couldn't bear to use normally.

Uncle Vernon also leaned against one side, and looked pleased, standing like a minion.

"Ah, good evening, Harry." William took a sip of the black tea.

"William, why is it you, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry said in surprise.

"The principal is very busy. I will pick you up tonight. Have you packed up the things?" William glanced at his watch.

"Oh...sorry, I'm only half packed up. I'll go now, it's only ten minutes." Harry hurried back upstairs.

Dumbledore wrote to Harry during the day, and he still had to pack up now.

The little curse like procrastination... should be sold to a student like Harry.

While Harry was packing his things, Dursley asked again whether he would stay for dinner.

He also asked his son Dudley to take William to visit the room.

Dudley's big yellow head poked outside the collar of his striped pajamas, and it looked like it didn't look on his body.

He looks like three hundred pounds, and his body is as exaggerated as Bobo Tea.

Dudley was also surprised and scared, his mouth wide open, looking a bit like Trisomy 21 syndrome.

That is, one more chromosome 21 than a normal person.
To be continued...