[ Unfortunately for Bill, the scars are not a remnant of his lime of work, rather a reminder that sometimes, the war is never over. Bill paces the small room rather than sit on the bed, hand at his chin as he thinks. ]

If you've spoken to some of us, then by now you must have heard that this past -- this version of the past -- it isn't right. Things didn't happen this way, he--

[ He pauses in his pacing, speaking in urgent, hushed tones even though they're alone and won't be overheard. ]

This minister was never supposed to be minister for magic. That's not how history went. [ He's careful not to use Riddle's name, just in case it's being tracked. ] All the problems you have here, the-- the disappearances, the curfew... They all must stem from his rise to power.