Chapter 835

"These wizards are as noisy as a group of moles..." Alfred Crawford, who left Ellen, drove straight along the streets of Diagon Alley. He looked at the road because the Harris family had just The ordinary wizards who cheered and talked excitedly about the news announced at the press conference complained that things were almost as planned by his master. If the Harris family rejected his final proposal, then he would follow the master's order to carry out the second proposal. set of plans.

"The arrogant Harris family will be sanctioned sooner or later. These black hearts are secretly arming such a powerful force. They must have planned a long time ago. They are a cancer in the magic world. If they are not eliminated soon, they will definitely endanger the entire magic world!" Marcus Flint poohed bitterly on the ground, but the presence of Aurors around him made him afraid to say these lines too loudly, and finally complained into a soft mutter to himself.

"Master Marcus, please forgive my presumptuousness. It is useless to try to stop his development by discrediting the Harris family. We need to unite and discuss together before we can act." Alfred faced the incumbent of his master's wife's family. The patriarch comforted, "Please move to Bok Manor, we have arranged a banquet, and we are waiting for your visit."

Then, Alfred successfully found Annette Poppin at the press conference where the crowd hadn't completely dispersed. After whispering, Annette Poppin touched her turquoise gemstone ring. Lifting his chin, he snorted coldly and raised the corners of his mouth.

At this time, Hogwarts was in class, and the teachers and students at the school still didn't know what happened in Diagon Alley.

Even though Harry didn't have any potions class, he went to the cold potions classroom in the basement. In the corridor outside the classroom, Harry hid behind a pillar and watched, waiting for the wizards in the classroom to finish their classes.

"I strongly recommend that you revisit...the chapter on antidote. In the next class, we will continue to explain the magical effects of cow dung stone...get out of class is over now." Slughorn's voice came from the classroom.

"Arish, this is not my little tail..." Slughorn stopped a fat Hufflepuff girl. A lizard-like tail that was left on the processing table was taken away.

When Slughorn greeted the students, he keenly noticed Harry hiding behind the pillar, and immediately put a warm smile on his face: "Aha, look who came here! Harry, listen Said that when the devil attacked Miss Hermione Granger, Miss Ginny Weasley was by her side, facing the fear of death is not something she should bear at her age, how is she doing now? Maybe let me give you some tranquilizer ?”

"She's fine, she's not hurt. Thank you for your concern, Professor." After shaking his head in thanks, Harry pondered for a while, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. He imitated the way Tom Riddle asked Slughorn when he asked the question. , asked, "Professor, can I ask you something?"

Before the other party agreed, Harry had already entered the Potions classroom completely.

"Ask, boy, just ask." Slughorn walked towards Harry with his teaching aid box in one hand and a few books in the other, with an attitude of endless talk.

"What happened in Diagon Alley this time made me understand...Ginny was lucky not to be hurt by the devil this time, but if something like this happens again in the future, with my current ability...so I went to the library these few nights Restricted section..." Harry pressed his hand to a magic book, concealing his uneasiness, "Professor, I read some materials about a rare magic..."

"If a person wants to become strong, the best way is to have someone who wants to protect." Slughorn nodded, he thought for a while and said enthusiastically, "If you want, Harry , we can use the weekend time to let me teach you a few practical little magics that are easy to cast..."

"Thank you, Professor, I really need your teaching." Harry said smoothly, "For example, that rare magic material has troubled me for a long time.

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The green eyes behind Harry's glasses stared right at Slughorn, and Slughorn's brows gradually wrinkled, and he leaned forward slightly: "Well, what's that thing called?"

"I don't remember very well, the name is quite confusing..." Harry lied, "So I wondered, is there really some kind of magic...Professors can't teach students?"

The two of them were looking at each other across the large potions processing table, but Slughorn lowered his head at this moment: "I'm just Harry, the potions teacher, I think you'd better ask Snape about this question." Professor, well, I think Professor Alan Harris is also very suitable, don’t you also take classes with him? There seems to be no magic that cannot be taught by Professor Harris.”

Slughorn passed Harry and wanted to leave, but Harry immediately turned around and continued: "Professor A...Harris adopts layered teaching according to each individual's situation. The new knowledge is taught before the previous knowledge, so the teaching progress is different for everyone... If I ask Professor Harris about this, he will definitely not explain it to me, and although Professor Snape is now Defense Against the Dark Arts The professor of the art class, but he and I don't look very pleasing to each other... I mean he is not like you, he will misunderstand me."

Harry's expression looked very sincere, and Slughorn looked at Harry from the bottom up, and when he heard Harry's words, he put on a mask-like smile on his face.

"Yeah, where is there light without darkness? Magic is the same, and I always try to live on the bright side." Slughorn stared at Harry meaningfully. "I suggest you do the same."

Slughorn walked forward after speaking.

Immediately, under the urgency, Harry unabashedly asked a sharp question, "Professor, when Tom Riddle asked you this question, did you answer it like this?"

Slughorn frowned, turned around full of surprise and doubt, his hands in his long sleeves clenched into fists: "Dumbledore sent you, didn't you?"

Harry looked at the other person's angry look without blinking, and was speechless for a moment.

"Isn't it?" Slughorn asked, looking at Harry's stupefied look, Slughorn's robes swung, he turned angrily, walked a few steps angrily, then stopped suddenly, without turning his head. Back to remind Harry, "I'll give you a piece of advice, Harry, you should stay away from these things you shouldn't care about, and let people like Dumbledore or Alan Harris solve it by themselves."

At this time, although it was still daytime, the Bock family mansion was brightly lit. Hines walked to the room in the Bock manor with an unusually large fireplace. The base of the fireplace was paved with bricks, and the brick surfaces were kept clean. And bright red.

An old wizard was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the fireplace, and several well-dressed wizards were sitting around Herbert Burke. Alfred nodded to the few wizards he had invited before, they were all the core figures of the pure-blood family who had made good friends with the Bock family.

"My lord, the Harris family once again rejected our overture." Alfred walked to the old wizard and reported everything that happened at the press conference just now. The clock, the ticking sound of the clock was very pleasant, but Alfred didn't even dare to breathe, waiting for Herbert Burke's order.

"Because of the surname Rozier, we have given them many opportunities to choose, and we have done our best. Since they refuse to join and insist on starting their own family, we don't have to be polite." The old voice sounded slowly, "Order Go down and prepare for the dinner, today's guests should have stayed for a long time."

"I don't like Dumbledore and his style, but in the current situation, do we really have to turn to him to compete with Harris?" Ben Burst wiped his fleshy chin with his handkerchief Khan, "If Harris really relies on the strength of that stinky boy to be unreasonable...we have to rely on Dumbledore to stop him."

"Don't worry, little fellow of the Burst family, Harris just wants to rely on the population advantage of those mudbloods and bastards to fight against us, and judging from their rhetoric today and their past style, they have to admit that they are still pure blood in essence, Prefers to use the law rather than break it, and Owen is not going to let his youngest son use violence to make himself the third Dark Lord as long as we don't give them a reason." Herbert Bork in a wheelchair Some struggled to turn their heads to Alfred, and motioned to pour a glass of whiskey for the fat man who was a little scared by Allen just now, "After all, their surname is Harris, not Rozier."

"We need Dumbledore, but the greatest white wizard in the world is not a good choice. The conflict between us and him is impossible to cooperate for a long time. You also know that those who follow Dumbledore will not end well. That's great, this old bee is much more ruthless in sacrificing others than us..." A blond wizard with a high nose, thick eyebrows, and high forehead agreed, "But it's better than leaning on the mysterious man, who was at school Yes, I thought he had good potential, but the latter half-blood settled down and had no family to teach him, so he studied indiscriminately with his talent, maybe he was practicing some kind of black magic to drive himself crazy, he is now a terrorist, there is nothing real Political ideas have never been in my consideration, I once thought about making friends with Harris, but unfortunately these arrogant Germans not only refused to accept it, but even wanted to solve us from the root cause, this is absolutely intolerable!"

The green fire in the fireplace flashed, and the figure of Mr. Bojin with neatly combed and greasy hair appeared in the fireplace. After greeting the people around him, he sat quietly in his seat, with the expression on his face His expression was not as slick as when he was a shopkeeper.

"Paul, how are your two daughters?" Herbert Bock moved his fingers on the wheelchair, "I'm sorry, that kid Borgin is incompetent, and he hasn't been able to find a way to break the blood curse. Maybe you should let Daphne and Astoria go to that temple to try before Harris drives out of England?"

"Thanks... Daphne hasn't shown any signs yet, Astoria... But no, I didn't let my girls go to the Harris training class, and I won't make them believe in Ravenclaw... Those Germans look down on We..." The tall-nosed blond wizard turned and bowed slightly to the silent Mr. Borgin, "We have to rely on ourselves, and we still have to continue to trouble Mr. Borgin..."

"You are too polite, Mr. Greengrass, I am sorry that there has been no progress..." Bo Jin quickly returned the gift, and then got up to express his opinion: "The Harris family, because of a genius in the family in recent years, the strength of the family With rapid improvement, these remnants of Grindelwald have gathered together again, but it is also because of this that they are too arrogant, and the ambitions and appetites of those who have followed the first generation of the Dark Lord have been raised too much... Just as arrogant as they used to want to control the wizarding world and the Muggle world, this time they not only want to control the status and power they have gained in the wizarding world in the past few years, but also want to make those of us who have taken root in the UK for thousands of years The forces swallowed them all in one go, and then replaced them all. But now they have given us an excuse...Since that stinky brat dared to teach black magic and blatantly used undead creatures as a guardian force, we can use this as a reason, Use Dumbledore to draw in Longbottom, Burns and those families that overemphasize justice that have no ambitions to fight for power and have always refused to cooperate with us to fight against the Harris family."