Chapter 555

The young masters of Hohenheim and Taifler seemed to be looking forward to this private duel. They quickly determined the time and place, and then continued to stare at each other and separated.

If you think about it, it is obviously more venting for people to directly do it than to move their mouths.

"Hey buddy—nobody's going to bother us now. Come on, let's find a place to talk."

When the guy from the Taifler family completely disappeared from sight, the fat young master immediately put on a happy expression, and greeted Maca with a grin.

There is still something to do on Maca's side. He needs to take a closer look at the various forces gathered today. You know, no matter when it is, the richer the information, the better.

However, the fat man's arm hooked Maca's shoulder again, dragging him towards the castle face without any explanation.

"Master Hohenheim, let me tell you first, I still have things to do tonight, but I can't accompany you to the duel appointment." Maca reminded hastily and helplessly.

"Huh?" Hearing this, the fat young master was stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed and shook his head, "Do you think I want to ask you to be my duel assistant? No, no, no, I don't have that plan. !"

The fat man said, and added in a low voice: "Actually, I didn't even think about going. I don't like that kid. Let him wait tonight! If you can make him wait in the middle of the night, that's the best way to go." It's fun!"

"Oh?" Maca asked in surprise, "Looking at you just now, I thought you were really interested in duels between wizards?"

Judging from the situation he observed just now, this fat young master doesn't look like a scheming person at all. But who knows, there is still a bag of bad water hidden in his fat belly.

But why did he feel so familiar with the act of releasing pigeons after taking the initiative to invite a duel?

"Let me tell you," the fat young master kept winking, "my old man has only taught me a lot about alchemy, and my level of charms is really average—don't look at my silent floating The mantra seems to be very smooth, but in fact, it was all practiced with the old man's materials at home!"

After Maca heard it, she felt a little clear in her heart.

"Is your father planning to let you participate in the alchemy competition?" He asked, "You are Mr. Hohenheim's son, so your alchemy level must be very good, right?"

"Oh, at least I feel normal." The fat young master scratched his belly, and finally let go of the thick arm that was on Maca's shoulder, "From the books the old man showed me, I can tell that this subject There are gaps in the knowledge points everywhere, it is not easy to learn well—”

"Really?" Maca thought for a while, "To tell you the truth, I also got a lot of books related to alchemy and studied them a few times. Let me read..."

It can be seen that this fat man is always a bit unserious about other things, and he often thinks about what to do, which makes people wonder what he will do next. But when it comes to alchemy, he behaves very honestly, and speaks in an orderly manner without any confusion.

When he and Maca were walking and chatting, Fanny followed Maca all the way as before. But seeing her eyes wandering around all the time, it is clear that she is really unwilling to relax at all.

According to what Maca said when he came, tonight is the key to this trip. But as a qualified collaborator, she can keep her focus at all times and pay attention to everyone she sees. This is what she should do.

Prudence is the first priority in doing things - this is one of the reasons why Fanny can never fall behind others in the family business, and it is also her motto in this life.

...

In the evening, Hogwarts Castle.

Harry, who had been teased by Hermione and Ron for a while, seemed a little nervous. After listening to Hermione's analysis at noon, he took the time to think about it carefully during class.

Yes,

Ginny is indeed a very nice girl. Whether it is for himself or for others, it is true. But perhaps because she was Ron's younger sister, Harry hadn't really thought about it... well, if Ginny became his girlfriend, what would happen in the end?

No, regarding this question, he felt that he couldn't figure it out for a while.

After all, it was because there had never been any ambiguous atmosphere between him and Ginny. Without a suitable beginning, the following things cannot be carried out in a logical manner.

"Maybe I should really try to make an appointment?"

Just now Ron hurried to the bathroom after class, and now Harry was walking alone in the corridor, thinking alone, subconsciously talking to himself.

But by coincidence, this sentence was overheard by an old man who likes to play tricks.

"Oh! Mr. Potter?" A voice sounded from behind Harry, making him jump forward in fright, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! But if you have any troubles, I As an old man who has experienced many things, I am willing to answer some small questions in life for you!"

Harry turned around suddenly, and the current Potions teacher, Slughorn, was standing behind him, his bald head gleaming with wisdom.

"Ah, no... I don't think so, thank you!" Harry waved his hands hastily.

joke? He did have some troubles, but if he wanted to ask a bald old man about his relationship, he might as well just go to Ginny and face the exciting life!

"Really?" Slughorn said with regret, "You know, I've always been very helpful, especially for a particularly outstanding child like you. You and Miss Granger are both smart, and she prefers to help others." You are a theoretical school, but you are more of an actionist. Look, I also heard that you not only won the Triwild Cup, but also killed a fire dragon in the competition? This is not something ordinary wizards can do!"

"Uh...thank you, but I'm not as great as you say." Harry just wanted to leave as soon as possible, as far as possible from this unscrupulous leader who suddenly appeared to eavesdrop.

"Oh, don't be so nervous..."

Slughorn was surprisingly thick-skinned, and he knew Harry's first impression of him was not a good one. But so what? You know, impressions can be changed through facts, and he must find a way to win over this potential stock.

Perhaps many people now only remember the feat of Maca killing the two Dark Lords single-handedly, but Slughorn has not forgotten the fact that Harry killed Voldemort once when he was a baby.

That McLean was really good, but that was too good. Now he is also a professor at Hogwarts, and he is so successful that he has already exceeded the scope for cultivation. How can he be so suitable as this little Potter?

"Do you need me to add some courses for you? I think with your talent, taking classes step by step with other students will not be able to satisfy your thirst for knowledge. Trust me, you can become even better!"

Slughorn had been thinking about how to attract the little wizard, and this time he tried to use more knowledge.

In Slughorn's long teaching career, he has encountered many types of outstanding talents, some of whom are not satisfied with the existing knowledge. Among these people, the most prominent was Tom Riddle back then, who later became Voldemort.

If this is said to Hermione, it may really have a good effect, but if it is put on Harry, it will only have the opposite effect.

As soon as Harry heard this, he took a few steps back in a hurry, and in a series of "sorry", he hurriedly left this crappy place with an excuse.

"Hmm..." Slughorn shrugged nonchalantly, and secretly said, "Isn't this method wrong? Then... try another one next time..."

Harry was quite distressed by the old man who kept staring at him. After a while of trotting, he gradually caught up with the large troops returning to the common room. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Do you always feel like you forgot something?"

While thinking about it, Harry followed the other students to call out the portrait of the Fat Lady and walked into the Gryffindor common room. As soon as he entered, he immediately caught a glimpse of a figure with long brown-red hair, which immediately reminded him of what he was thinking about just now.

"Uh, should I have a few words with her?" Harry's footsteps stopped immediately.

"oops!"

As soon as he stopped, Colin Creevey, who had come in behind him before, bumped into his back, staggered and sat down on the floor of the lounge.

Colin, a little guy, likes to tinker with his camera when he has nothing to do, even when he is walking. For this reason, he has suffered several times, but there is still no change in the slightest.

Harry turned his head quickly, and helped him up apologetically.

"Are you okay?"

As he asked, he wondered if Ginny would look over, and then he couldn't help but glance back. It was at this moment that his eyes met Ginny's.

If it was in the past, Harry wouldn't think about it at all, if he saw it, he would see it! But now, once he remembered Hermione's words at noon, his whole body was not right.

Sometimes, a little thought will make people think more about certain situations; and some thoughts will always make people feel uneasy.

Harry froze for a moment, and then for some reason wanted to look away. He suddenly felt that when he faced Ginny, he suddenly felt a little at a loss.

Seeing that something was wrong with Harry's eyes, Ginny was puzzled for a while. For this boy whom she admired since she was a child, she has long been used to the feeling that he doesn't care about her, but what's going on now?