Chapter 474 What Do You Want?

"Professor William, what did you do to him?"

After the quarreling Professor McGonagall and the fighting Snape left, Moody asked curiously - he really didn't understand why Snape struck first, but left coldly without any explanation. When he arrived, William actually didn't stop him, and didn't even complain to Professor McGonagall first.

"I didn't do anything."

William spread his hands, but his expression was not very confident, "To be precise, Professor Dumbledore should have done something to him. I just made a feasible guess."

"Then that doesn't make sense." Moody casually used his wand to clean his wooden leg. Although there was no mud on it due to magic, he still checked it very carefully. "It doesn't make sense. What on earth did you propose?" What suggestions were given?”

"that is…"

William quickly explained his proposal in a low voice. As he described the feasible plan bit by bit, the corners of Moody's mouth began to twitch crazily, and in the end he couldn't hold back his grin.

"No wonder, no wonder!"

He even laughed so hard that he couldn't stand still. "You are too wicked. With such an idea, no wonder Snape wants to fight you. If this paper is published, he-"

Moody's laughter stopped, "No, if he only heard that he was mad at you a few times - could it be possible that he really agreed?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible - what magical potion did Albus pour into him, or did he use the Imperius Curse? How could that guy Snape agree to such an outrageous thing?"

"Does he have some conspiracy, so he endures such humiliation to please Albus?"

Moody's eyes became dangerous, "I said Karkaroff seemed to be having a secret conversation with him once. Previously, I just thought Karkaroff was planning to poach people, but now it seems -"

"Poach?"

What's going on with poaching?

Is Karkaroff poaching Snape to form a traitor alliance of Death Eaters?

William had such an idea in his mind, but he soon realized that it was not impossible - even though Snape was the dean of Slytherin and held a high position of power, at Hogwarts he had already There is no room for improvement.

I'm afraid even Snape himself has to admit that Professor McGonagall is the next Headmaster of Hogwarts, and with Dumbledore's body, strength, and magic power, I'm afraid he can survive Snape's head. To put it bluntly - basically all the top wizards have a long lifespan, and this is without using life extension methods...

In other words, he didn't even hope to become the vice-principal. As for Durmstrang, with Snape's qualifications, it was not impossible to become the vice-principal directly, let alone Durmstrang itself. The paradise of Lytlin thoughts - only purebloods are admitted there, black magic is allowed to be taught, and most importantly, there are no curses in any of the courses.

"It seems really possible..."

William murmured to himself, and Moody nodded, "But it doesn't look like it at all now - Karkaroff has become very strange recently. As his old opponent, I can almost conclude that he has a guilty conscience. Running performance.”

"Guilty?"

"Well, I feel guilty," Moody nodded, "It's completely different from when I came here, so I mainly focused on keeping an eye on him during this period, but now it seems that there is something wrong with Snape. According to His character should refute that ridiculous plan without mercy, instead of accepting a mission to come to you for a duel to vent his grievances..."

At this point, Moody couldn't help laughing again - there was nothing he could do about it, Snape was talking serious nonsense.

"Seriously, Professor William, you should have a definite method that can be implemented -" Moody said with a smile, "I don't believe you would come up with such a plan that has no chance of success..."

"This is true," William shook his head. "I originally planned to say it after Professor Snape clearly refused - you know, many individuals tend to accept things after they clearly refuse something that goes beyond the bottom line. Something a little more convergent.”

"Um?"

"To put it simply, it's like we are applying for a large-scale joint course. We are worried that the funds approved by Professor McGonagall are not enough, so we can double the project and triple the budget quotation - there is no doubt that it will If the budget is rejected, then if our original budget is submitted again, it will probably be passed."

Moody's eyes widened - obviously, this upright and cunning Auror had never learned in this area, and he knew everything about William.

"If you weren't a professor, you would definitely be imprisoned in Azkaban for fraud."

"What are you talking about? This is a perfectly normal suggestion. How can the threshold of Azkaban be so low..."

William complained back angrily.

"So, what was the suggestion you originally planned to make?"

"It's nothing - let the person who can't refute take the blame. Professor Snape can provide circumstantial evidence." William spread his hands, "Just say that the Dark Lord specially developed the potion in order to attract pure-blood support. But not all of them were successful, so the prescription has been kept by his most trusted Death Eater, Umbridge. Umbridge was not good at making potions, so she gave the prescription to the man we just arrested named——"

"Thompson, that herbal supplier."

"Yes, he was the one who came here and left it to him to perfect, hoping that after it was completed, Umbridge could use it to gain the secret support of the pure-blood family. But unfortunately, his talent was limited, and he didn't figure it out until he was caught - and then Things are simple and clear. We got the prescription, and then Professor Snape perfected the potion while studying its effects and discovered its true effect..."

"In order to show that he has no intention of blackmailing others, Professor Snape decided to generously disclose this prescription so that it can benefit the entire wizarding society."

"You call this tactful?"

Moody's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for William's operation as he dyed the black things into white ones, added one more crime to Umbridge, convicted Thompson, and helped Snape become famous. Dumbledore did not understand the behavior given to him by the chief of staff.

"This is definitely not too tactful. After all, we bumped into each other. The main reason is that, as you know, there are three people in our office, and he doesn't like him. It's not too much to be a little disgusting."

William spread his hands - Dumbledore's level of persuasion was so high that Snape actually agreed to the previous outrageous request.

"Now what?"

Moody asked curiously.

"I don't know either," William rubbed his forehead - he had just finished the duel, and it seemed a bit too low to talk about the plan directly. How about waiting for Snape to finish writing the aggrieved words before going to play a game, and then Tell him generously that we came up with a backup plan?

He briefly described the matter to Moody, discussed whether it was feasible, and then said very firmly, "Believe it or not, after we finished playing and took off his wand, he would be reluctant to thank us?"

The two laughed wildly together, then pulled out their wands and pointed at a tree by the black lake.

The laughter between the two of them just now was suddenly mixed with a small, uncontrollable laugh. Although the other party stopped it in time, William and Moody still noticed something was wrong at the same time.

Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads almost instantly - just one person didn't notice it or they were careless, but if they didn't notice it at all...

"Sorry, Alastor, Professor William."

Dumbledore stood up from behind the tree with an innocent look on his face, as if he just happened to be passing by by accident. "The main reason is that you guys are laughing too happily. I really can't bear it..."

…

William and Moody looked at each other helplessly and put their wands back - what else could they say if Dumbledore found out? There was no need to think about Snape's image of struggling to say thank you.

"So you just watched him demolish the castle?"

Villain William complained first and asked.

"Ah...I just thought that he really had to tear down something in this matter. Anyway, we have plans to renovate the classroom this summer," he said as he took out a candy bag and handed it to William, "But I have to admit, Si Professor Nepp’s growth in strength is somewhat beyond my imagination.”

William took the bag, picked out a candy and gave it to Dumbledore, then gave Moody another, and finally put the bag into his arms naturally - Dumbledore's inventory was indeed good.

"I was shocked when he flew up!"

William pretended to be frightened, "And he really attacked with dark magic, Headmaster!"

"That bag of candy—"

"It's not a problem with candy, it's a problem with black magic! It's a very powerful spell, and it ranks among the best among black magic that is not a death curse!"

"Okay, okay, Professor William, this is indeed Professor Snape's problem,"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly - obviously, the idea of ​​having sex for free was out of the question.

"What kind of spell do you prefer?"

"The one that Professor Snape flies is pretty good..."

William began to ask for a high price - however, to his surprise, Dumbledore's brows tightened, but only tightened.

"Not recently... maybe next year. Next year, I will probably have time to do some research in this area. Black magic always has disadvantages of one kind or another. I think that flying may be really useful in some situations."

…

William and Moody looked at each other - obviously, this is the strength of the first white wizard.

The theory is feasible and there are examples of practical applications, so it can be studied in practice.

'If the Dark Lord hadn't held back most of Dumbledore's energy...'

William took a breath - he could no longer imagine what miracles Dumbledore could create without any hindrance.

After paying a promise, Dumbledore quickly left with a smile, and William was very relieved about it - he was worried about other people's spells having backdoors or affecting their mentality. The flying spell that Dumbledore personally promised, that's for sure There is no problem.

Although the use of his broomstick is indeed not very good - but the flying magic is different. That doesn't rely on the talent of the broom, right?

"What agreement did Albus make with Snape?"

Moody looked at the direction in which Dumbledore was walking away, "How could he persuade Snape to resist such a name and be willing to pay such a high price for a good plan."

"Don't erase my contribution, Professor Moody." William shook his head, "After all, I am a tenured professor hired by the appointment letter."

After making a joke, William became serious, "What kind of busyness can make Professor Dumbledore suspend even things like flying and focus on dealing with it?"

The two shook their heads at the same time. Obviously, Dumbledore, who was naturally good at keeping secrets and liked to command, would not reveal his plan now.

"By the way - I'm still taking the exam over there, and by the way, I have to catch the guys who didn't handle the battle well before and give them a special training. I'm so nervous after just a small fuss, but if I get into the exam room, I won't be all nervous forgotten?"

Dumbledore couldn't think deeply about it, so William had no choice but to return his attention to the original exam. He simply pulled Moody on without any hesitation.

"Professor Moody, you don't have class today, right?"

"No, Karkaroff doesn't seem to be doing much. I'm quite free at the moment."

"That would be great. Let's fight all the way back - reenact the battle. The children who are too nervous will be caught and given special training. This will prevent them from having an unstable mentality during the exam."

"Shall we fight?"

"No, I will pretend to be Professor Snape, and you will be responsible for chasing me. Just watch their reactions when I pass by."

…

To see the reaction, you have to pretend to be Snape being beaten by me, right?

But Moody wasn't disgusted by this - Snape's map cannon was aimed at the entire Self-Defense Office, and it wasn't too much to ask for more when repaying debts.

"But we can't fly, and you got his hair or something?"

"Just put on some makeup - maybe it means something. Polyjuice potion is just the most convenient way to disguise, but it's not the only one..."

"As for flying, I still have a fishing line here, hang it on the broomstick, and then use the Disillusionment Charm to hide the broom - it doesn't look good anyway, so I'll just give it a try..."

"Can you control a broom with a fishing line?"

Moody's eyes were a little uncertain - he really hadn't heard of it.

'After all, not everyone can use ropes to assist during practice...'

William ignored the topic, "No problem, if there are no other doubts, let's get started?"

"good."

——

"Professor Moody is riding a broomstick to kill Professor Snape!"

"Oh my god, they're going to break into the classroom!"

The fifth grade students who were hurriedly comforted by Professor McGonagall and were staying in the empty classroom next door were suppressing their excitement when they completed the paper. They discovered the New World. They raised their heads and looked out the window, and then quickly put on their protection. Only then did they have a few A group of people who could not restrain their curiosity gathered around the window.

However, Snape, who failed to control his flying speed, rushed towards the castle, used magic to open the window at the front of the classroom, and crashed in.

The students endured their excitement and hid behind the professor by the door, and then watched Moody rush in on his broomstick. The two of them took out their wands at the same time, and then started fighting amidst everyone's excited expressions.

I actually saw two professors fighting in one day... That's a lot of money!

Most people had such thoughts in their minds. However, the professors all stopped mid-fight. Snape ignored Moody's threats and made a very familiar voice in their doubtful eyes.

"Byron, Elf, Joan...Nellie, Karami, the nine of you, come out!"

"The battle has already happened and you are still standing there stupidly. What do you want?"