Chapter 429 Heart Vine Flower

( ) "...that black eagle is so beautiful!"

Startled by the sudden sound, Harry turned around in surprise, only to find a chubby little old man standing behind him.

That was obviously Horace Slughorn who had moved into Hogwarts Castle ahead of schedule because of Maca's invitation.

"H-Hello?" Harry said subconsciously, "Excuse me—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes crossed the fat old man's shoulders and stopped at the door that was opened again. There, Cho Chang of Ravenclaw House was walking into the shed with a package.

"Ah, Ms. Zhang?" Harry immediately ignored the fat old man Slughorn, "Well... well... good morning!"

"Oh—you must be Harry Potter! Yes, you can't be wrong!" Slughorn's face must be as thick as the outer wall of Hogwarts castle, and he didn't care about Harry's ignorance. , and even reached out and forcibly grabbed his shoulder, "It's so similar, you and your father look exactly the same—"

"Huh?" Harry was stunned for a moment, seeing that Slughorn's slightly bloated head took his gaze seriously, so he had to turn his gaze back to the other's face, "Uh , you know me..."

"Yes, that's right!" said Slughorn happily, still oblivious to Harry's small thoughts, "it's just that the eyes aren't the same, yes—your eyes—"

"Like my mother, I know." Harry said helplessly, "Many people say that, I must have heard it no less than ten times."

Behind Slughorn, Qiu Zheng glanced this way secretly. But it was probably because Slughorn was acting so forcefully that she couldn't help but feel that it would be best not to greet Harry at this time, lest she herself be involved.

"So... sir, do you know my parents?" Harry had no choice but to ask, being held a little immobile by Slughorn.

"Oh—yes! Both James Potter and Lily Evans were students I taught. But... well, as a teacher, it stands to reason that one should not have a preference for a student ..." Slughorn recalled slightly, "But I just prefer your mother."

"Miss Evans, she must have been one of the brightest people I ever taught. Kind, lively, sweet, and a good girl who charmed the other boys."

"...In fact, I often tell her that she should be in my academy.

But every time she gave me an unkind answer—" Slughorn shook his head, "Well, what a pity. "

"You used to be a professor at Hogwarts?" Harry asked in surprise, "Which house are you in?"

"Slytherin," said Slughorn proudly, "I was Head of Slytherin House at the time."

"Oh, really?" Harry immediately lost interest.

"Hey, come on!" Slughorn shook his stubby index finger as soon as he saw the expression on Harry's face. "You must be a Gryffindor like her, right? I know Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been at odds, but you'd better not prejudice Slytherin because of that. No matter which house, isn't it all at Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, that's right." Harry echoed casually without interest,

"Oops—" Slughorn obviously refused to give up, "Look! That... well, that McLean, I remember he was sorted into Hufflepuff at first, right? But he is the same as you now The head of Slytherin is on good terms with-"

"So what?" Harry asked back.

"Huh?" Slughorn was inexplicably surprised, "I thought you students of the past few years should admire that McClain—shouldn't you be an example for him to do this?"

"That's totally different from what you said!" Harry emphasized, "Maca never asks us to follow in his footsteps blindly, on the contrary, he often asks us to try to think about problems by ourselves!"

Although they are often at a loss because of this-of course Harry will not mention this, because he understands that this is all due to his own lack of ability.

"Huh, is that so?" Slughorn blinked, a faint embarrassment flashed across his face, but it was quickly swallowed up by his thick skin.

In fact, he ran into Harry at the owl shack this time, though it was really just a coincidence. But in terms of his personality and habits, in fact, he had already set his sights on Harry immediately.

To put it bluntly, Slughorn is an excellent talent collector. For a student like Harry who bears the title of savior, he absolutely cannot tolerate being missed.

Regarding Maca, he already knew clearly that he would not be able to collect such an unprecedented super genius. But for Harry, he wanted to be included in his talent club at every opportunity.

However, this accidental first face-to-face contact seems to have ended with a not so good ending.

Immediately after Harry said that, he said "I have something to do" and walked around Slughorn and left the owl hut.

In addition to the fact that he didn't have much affection for the fat old man, there was another reason, and that was that Qiu Zhang had already left after sending the letter.

"Oh——, sorry!" Harry hurried a few steps and caught up with the other party, "I was so sorry just now, it was all because of that strange old man, so I couldn't say hello to you properly!"

"Oh, good morning!" Qiu, who was walking on the spiral staircase, nodded politely, "It's okay, I should say sorry, that gentleman scared me...but who is he?"

"... Listen to what he said, um... It seems to be a professor from the past." Harry suddenly felt that his tongue was a little awkward today.

"Oh, is that so?" Qiu blinked and said, "To be honest, I didn't expect someone to be in the shed so early... If I didn't suddenly remember that today is my mother's birthday, I wouldn't be so early Come here."

"Um... ah..."

Harry groaned in response, his head in a mess.

Cho Chang is an Asian girl with long black hair. Her tenderness and beauty are obvious to all. And it is such a tender and beautiful girl who is quite active in the Quidditch arena. Among the students of all grades at Hogwarts, she is quite popular.

To put it bluntly, Harry really wanted to use some more witty words to create some nice atmosphere to wash away the unhappiness he got from Slughorn.

But he found that his mind was full of the face of the fat old man.

"I mean... um... the weather," Harry suddenly stretched out his finger, pointing to the window opening next to the stairs, "is the weather really nice today?"

God! What the hell is he talking about at this stall? Embarrassed by his own words, Harry felt his insides churn.

"Yes, nice weather." Qiu covered his mouth and yawned lazily, "It's just suitable for Quidditch training... But to be honest, last night was really tossed by McClain. I'm a little bit unmotivated!"

"Ok……"

Harry nodded subconsciously, but Qiu seemed to have thought of something, and all sleepiness disappeared immediately. She glanced at Harry in a panic, and was slightly relieved to find that the other party didn't seem to notice the ambiguity in what he said just now.

Or is it that girls generally mature earlier than boys? This is especially obvious when it comes to Harry.

"By the way, will your Gryffindor team change this year? I heard from a friend yesterday that someone proposed to make you the captain!" In order to change the subject, Qiu randomly picked out an interesting incident and tried to cover up the past.

"How come?" Harry said unconsciously, still hesitating, "The Quidditch captain...um...hasn't it always been a sixth or seventh grader?"

"Ha, I'm just saying..." Qiu said casually, "Actually, I don't think it's too much for you to be the captain. You fly very well."

"She said I was great!"

That was the only sentence that passed through Harry's confused mind, and then he casually glanced at Cho's face, only to notice the lingering blush on the girl's cheeks.

"Oh!" Harry blinked, a little flustered, "Does she... like me?"

Because of this unintentional coincidence, and a polite remark made by a girl to hide her embarrassment, a heart flower called "Delusion" bloomed on the vine of fresh flowers in Harry's love.

When the two of them walked to the corridor leading to the west area of ​​the main castle with their own thoughts, Qiu immediately said goodbye, leaving Harry, whose heart was trembling slightly, at the corner of the corridor.

"I'm going this way...well, goodbye then, Harry."

"Ah, oh... ok, ok, goodbye."

Harry continued walking forward, but his mind was full of the sweet smile that Cho had shown him when he said goodbye.

"No, no, no..." Harry shook his head vigorously, "As I thought about it before, now is not the time to talk about whether I like it or not! Even if Cho likes me...even if Cho likes me..."

He murmured unsteadily, and finally tilted his head and muttered: "Even if... like me? One of the girls who are most popular with boys actually likes me in their hearts? Merlin's... so what?" ..."

"Isn't it?" Harry said to himself, his eyes suddenly widening, "Didn't she and Cedric—"

"What happened to Cedric?"

Suddenly, he was awakened by a familiar voice, and after regaining his senses, he finally realized that he had come to the auditorium without knowing it.

In front of him, Ron, holding a grilled sausage in his hand, was looking at him cheerfully, with a greasy gloss on his lips.

"What are you thinking?" Ron asked bulgingly.