To prevent rumors like "some unknown sixth-year transfer student is actually a pervert who sneaks into the abandoned girls' bathroom at midnight," William grabbed his magic wand and began to think about how to cast a Forgetfulness Spell on each little wizard before the Head of Ravenclaw reacted—
Fortunately, before he acted, Professor Flitwick had already come up with an excuse for William.
"I think Mr. Richard is inspecting the sewers from the castle?"
"Ah... yes."
Unlike those little wizards who only knew they were conducting a "rat extermination" from the castle.
As one of the four heads, Professor Flitwick had of course already learned the general situation from his colleague, Professor McGonagall, such as the legendary hero who fought against the Death Eaters, the winner of the third-class Merlin Medal—Peter Pettigrew is likely the real Death Eater.
And the fugitive from Azkaban, the one everyone considered a traitor, Sirius Black is actually innocent.
If this case is successfully overturned, the social impact it would bring afterward...
Would be very serious.
This represents a severe oversight in the British Ministry of Magic, which has always been "fast in solving cases and extremely credible."
Although those who know the inside story are very clear that ten years ago, at the Wizengamot Court, Sirius Black, as a major suspect, completely confessed to all the crimes proposed by the councilors, as if after the downfall of the Dark Lord, the most "devout" undercover Death Eater had lost all desire to survive—
But the public and gossip media don't care about your bits and pieces; they'll first explode the Ministry of Magic!
Professor Flitwick can totally imagine, if Sirius's confessions were to spread outside the castle, how crazy the writers of the Prophet Daily would become; that day could even be a frenzy for journalists, whose favorite hobby is criticizing contemporary politicians and celebrities.
...Even if they are not confirmed.
But... when learning that Peter Pettigrew had escaped from everyone's sight, almost all knowledgeable people understood how difficult it would be to capture a rat with human thinking deliberately hiding in Hogwarts, such a complex castle.
That was indeed the case, if not for William inadvertently pointing out a "full map hang," Peter Pettigrew could have truly escaped justice this time—
Even according to the Poisonous Snake Green Pepper, during their pursuit, Peter had a chance to completely escape, but the latter clearly didn't seize it; otherwise, once the target left the secret chamber before they arrived, the magic Salazar Slytherin left in its mind to lock the secret chamber's intruder would lose effect.
At that time, Peter Pettigrew might really have the vast sea to leap as a fish.
So, when William heard those pessimistic remarks from Professor Flitwick, he could not help but curve his lips with a dragon's arc, "Professor, actually..."
"William Richard!"
A low shout came from the other end of the corridor. William turned to see a bat walking with a breeze—that is, Snape. He was quickly walking toward him, and not far behind him were several high-grade Slytherin little wizards, rummaging through the armors placed beside the corridor.
"Hey, give me my head back!"
William heard an armor holding a longsword grumbling discontentedly, then snatched its helmet back from Marcus's hand, avoiding the tragedy of becoming a headless knight.
And while William was in a daze, Snape had already walked up to him with a stern face; he first nodded as a greeting to Professor Flitwick, then glared with his pitch-black eyes, staring at William, his sharp mouth opening and closing, "Sirius Black, that damn criminal, is he with you?!"
"Your news is really well-informed, Professor."
William smiled and nodded but didn't insinuate continuing the topic.
Though he had completely guessed what Snape would say next, even...
"Give him to me!!"
...not a word amiss.
Without exceeding any expectations, Snape approached William with a fierce shout, and his previously pure eyes were now bloodshot; his right hand had already grasped his magic wand, as if a single word from William, he'd lose his mind and start attacking—
But the duel was impossible to happen because Professor Flitwick was present.
This short old man, not even one meter tall, had already squeezed between William and Snape, raising both hands to forcefully open the distance between them, "Garlic bird garlic bird, everyone's not easy..."
Originally, Professor Flitwick wanted to say to Snape: 'You can't win against him,' but considering the possibility of the Slitherin Head getting inflamed or even indignantly angry after hearing these words, he swallowed them back into his stomach in the end.
Ah, it's really hard to be a peacemaker...
And perhaps due to Flitwick's persuasion, Snape didn't raise his wand; William didn't simply shake his head and leave but instead asked back, "Why?"
"...This isn't something you should be involved in."
Snape gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"But Professor Dumbledore told me to keep a close watch on him, so I need a reasonable explanation."
William lowered his gaze and no longer maintained eye contact with Snape, instead turning his attention to a certain Niffler that had already crawled into Snape's cloak. Perhaps sensing something, Kabuda suddenly extended a paw from the folds of the robe and waved it, indicating it wasn't worried.
"He's a fugitive, you're harboring—"
"So what? Are you going to report me, get the Ministry of Magic to execute both me and Dumbledore?"
"..."
Snape seemed at a loss for words, as everything was still up in the air, and Dumbledore had assigned the guardianship of Sirius Black to this unyielding jerk standing before him. This completely shattered all the revenge plans Snape had been brewing in his mind—
If Sirius was sent back to Azkaban, it would be utterly hopeless.
Of course, Snape had heard the shocking revelations from Sirius, but he didn't believe a word of it. To Snape, it seemed like nothing more than an excuse conjured up by that damn fugitive to escape his own guilt.
"You don't really believe that lunatic's claim that 'Peter Pettigrew is the real traitor' is anything more than a ridiculous excuse, do you?"
Snape's mouth curled into a sarcastic arc, staring at William, enunciating each word, "You should know, Sirius is a Death Eater, a You-Know-Who follower, he's a lunatic as it is, all this is nothing but an excuse to escape punishment..."
But before Snape could finish, William interrupted directly, "What? Just because he's a Death Eater, you're not?"
"Hiss—"
Upon hearing William's "shocking statement," a group of little wizards, all of whom were eavesdropping, gasped collectively, accelerating global warming.
And upon hearing William unceremoniously spill the tea, Snape's face darkened even further. He wanted to seize the opportunity to retaliate with sharp words but found himself unable to grasp any "weakness" of William because this person had appeared in the Magic Realm completely out of nowhere a year and a half ago—
Before that, he was completely unknown, commonly regarded as "unselectable."
But William's combos were far from over. He glanced at the little wizards around him, then leaned closer to Snape, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear, "So where did it all start? Who was the one that told Voldemort half the prophecy, only to regret it later? You know better than anyone..."
"You..."
"You what? If you truly cared about Ms. Evans's feelings for you, you should be finding ways to avenge her. Sirius isn't the informer; I can confirm he's not lying. Dumbledore should have made this clear to you as well; your current actions are only to satisfy your own selfish desires..."
"I..."
"I what? Will Peter Pettigrew walk into your hands of his own accord? Or do you not care about the truth at all? You only care about yourself—"
William's single-player combo left Snape stunned, the man's gaze still fixed ahead, but his black pupils seemed rather lifeless at the moment. William took the opportunity to gather the Kabuda that had returned from Snape discreetly, so discreetly that almost no one noticed—
Except, Professor Flitwick...
Due to his height, when Kabuda jumped out, its height was right at his eye level, causing the little man to blink bewilderedly.
"Professor, Peter Pettigrew has actually been caught."
Finally, after speaking to Snape left him stunned, William could finally continue the topic that was interrupted before.
The dialogue partner, Professor Flitwick, was still somewhat dazed; he blinked, glanced at Snape, who seemed unaffected, and nodded, "Caught him, huh? That's good, that's good. If that's the case, you can continue your lesson..."
The next moment, Professor Flitwick's pupils suddenly widened, and he stared at William, instinctively raising his hand to grab the other's clothing, "What did you say just now?!"
"I said, Peter Pettigrew has already been subdued; you can continue teaching them."
William said this while smiling at the little wizards nearby who seemed constipated, several young wizards from his year, who he had spoken to a few times, responded amicably with gestures, grumbling as they leaned to the side.
After all, a lot of time had passed, and the students were obviously unaware of Peter Pettigrew's identity, whereas the others had a much stronger reaction.
"What?!"
In the Headmaster's Office, upon hearing this news, Professor Meow did a spontaneous soprano solo.