Chapter 416 Furong's Love
"Let's talk about something else, Dumbledore said you were good at Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Xu felt that the atmosphere suddenly became dull, and Slughorn mentioned another matter.
He said, "I've seen your report card, and I really appreciate that fact."
"Honestly, Hogwarts education has always been a problem when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts."
As he said that, Slughorn lowered his voice, "You also know that for some reason, those smart wizards are not willing to come to this position."
As the new headmaster of Hogwarts, Slughorn had a headache about it.
He didn't have a good candidate, although his former favorite student Severus Snape offered him a recommendation.
Harry thought for a moment and said, "Professor Remus Lupine was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in my third year."
"Ah, yes, Remus, I know about it," said Slughorn. "He was different from his three mates when he was at school, when he was a prefect, and the kid Sirius, that's a very clever Black too, though mischievous."
Impressed by Lupine and Slughorn.
Speaking of Lupine, he couldn't help thinking of that small group.
Those outstanding students are often more able to win his favor.
"I remember Sirius Black leaving Azkaban. It was a misjudgment at the time." Slughorn thoughtfully.
"Horace, can I have this sweater-knitting magazine?" Dumbledore finally came out of the long trip to the bathroom.
He questioned Slughorn with a magazine in his hand, as if he just happened to be out.
"Take it," said Slughorn, startled. "Are you going now?"
"Yes, I think you have more important things to be busy with now." Dumbledore said kindly, "The position of headmaster has a lot to be busy with, isn't it?"
"You may not know that there are some things in Hogwarts that are easily coveted by outsiders." Dumbledore picked up the glass and drank the wine inside.
He called for Harry, which caught Slughorn off guard.
When the two of them walked out the door, Slughorn chased them out and said loudly with determination, "Dumbledore, retirement life may not be so suitable for you."
Dumbledore turned his head in surprise, and Slughorn struggled: "I think Hogwarts needs to strengthen its defenses. It would be best if you can help."
"I'd love to." Dumbledore nodded slightly.
He chuckled, and the garden door closed behind them.
"Nice job, Harry," said Dumbledore.
"I didn't do anything," Harry said in surprise.
"You did, let Horace make the choice," said Dumbledore, "my old friend, he is a cautious character, and if it hadn't been for the downfall of the Death Eaters, he wouldn't have wanted to be Headmaster. "
Harry saw intelligence in his eyes.
"Horace enjoyed material comforts and the association of famous, successful, powerful people.
He likes the feeling of being at his mercy. He himself never wants to be in charge of power, but prefers to take a secondary position, so that the world is wider and more flexible. "
"But Professor, he's the new headmaster of Hogwarts." Harry asked puzzled, "That's not a secondary position."
"Yes, that position is important," said Dumbledore as if saying it wasn't his former position, "but there's something in it that makes him try to go against himself."
"You mean...John?" Harry's mind occasionally flashes.
"It was you and John, Harry," said Dumbledore reminiscently, "at Hogwarts he always liked to pick students he liked, sometimes for their ambition or intelligence, sometimes for their talent or charm .”
"Horace has an uncommon knack for picking men who will go on to excel in all walks of life."
"With himself as the core, he set up a club and established a network of contacts. He enjoys the benefits of these contacts and can also give back to his students."
Harry immediately thought of someone else, John Wick.
Unlike Slughorn, John built a network more like a follower.
"I tell you this, not to make you dislike Horace, but to tell you that he will definitely win you over." Dumbledore continued, "John is different from all students, he will not become anyone's collection, so You take advantage of that."
"What do you use this for?" Harry felt a chill on the back of his neck.
His palms were sweating.
Dumbledore stopped by the church door, looked at Harry, and said calmly, "Have you been subscribing to the Daily Prophet for the last two weeks?"
"Yes," said Harry, his heart beating faster suddenly.
"That experience in the Hall of Prophecy leaked out like a flood, didn't it?"
"Yeah," said Harry, finding nothing strange. "Any questions, Professor?"
"Have you noticed that there is not a word about the Stars Club in it." Dumbledore said calmly.
Harry's heart was pounding, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He suddenly remembered that there was not a single report about Qunxing Club in the "Daily Prophet".
Also, it says Johnny Silverhand, not John Wick.
He asked with difficulty: "What is the reason for this, Professor?"
Dumbledore's face was unpredictable at night, "Avert your eyes."
Harry's head was dizzy. This was Dumbledore's game, which made it impossible to understand its purpose.
And after Dumbledore stepped down from the position of headmaster, he saw it more clearly.
He knew clearly that Hogwarts might experience a catastrophe.
Voldemort's obsession with prophecy and his pursuit of immortality.
will move the battlefield to Hogwarts.
What he can do is to make more arrangements before this catastrophe comes.
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In the group chat of stars.
Fleur seems to be in love.
This matter seems very strange to Qunxingshe.
They all wanted to know who could impress the proud Furong.
Even John was curious.
Percy explained to everyone: "Don't guess, it's Bill."
Neville: "Bill? Bill Weasley?"
Percy: "Yes, it's him, my brother."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone exploded.
John was stunned, had these two met before?
Percy had no choice but to explain why.
The cause is work.
Bill was from the Order of the Phoenix, and Fleur was from the Order of Stars.
The only thing they have in common is Percy, a member of the Weasley family's Star Society.
Fu Rong works in Yinshou Angel Investment, but because of her accent, she caused a lot of trouble.
In order to solve this problem, Fleur finds Percy and asks him to teach.
But Percy knew it all.
His teachings are so rigid that they sound hypnotic.
Just when Fleur was regretting why she didn't look for Cedric, Bill just came to look for his brother and understand the conflict between him and his father.
It was at that time that the two met.
Bill was very impressed with the beautiful girl in the Triwizard Tournament.
Ever since, Bill came and went, using his handsome face and the humor he trained in Gringotts, he managed to make Furong have a good impression of this mature man who was a few years older than him.
Draco: "He's from the Order of the Phoenix, Fleur."
Fu Rong: "I'm happy, can you control me!"
Draco: "..."
Fleur was revealed about her love history, and she wasn't shy or anything like that.
She said generously, "Bill hasn't been involved in much of the Order of the Phoenix, maybe I can draw people to the Order of the Stars."
"Maybe he thinks the same way. With his appearance, he doesn't have to join the Star Club." Malfoy said sourly.
Percy added to him, "Bill won 12 OWL certificates of excellence during his schooling, and he was also the president of the boy student council."
It is estimated that he can only get excellent in Charms, and Malfoy, who is still a prefect, is silent.
"It seems that he is indeed a good person," John said. "I support all your decisions, Fleur."
Furong saw that John also supported her, and she let go of her mind that was still a little bit concerned.
"I knew his excellence could impress you." Furong said happily.
John corrected: "It's not his excellence that impresses me, but your liking for him, Fleur."
Fu Rong was startled, looked at the words on the badge, and unconsciously put a smile on her lips.
Fleur: "You still make people like you from the bottom of your heart, John."
This liking is not love between men and women, but a desire to follow and get closer from the bottom of my heart.
It may be that the enthusiasm and boldness of France is unusual, so that this sentence can be uttered from Fleur's mouth.
The Greengrass house on the other side.
Astoria watched her sister's beautiful face gradually become ferocious, and was so frightened that she even walked on tiptoes.
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