some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 948 Master of Versailles - Stark
Slughorn felt that this year was simply the darkest moment of his life.

Not only do you have to leave your favorite social life, but you also have to keep moving to avoid possible tracking.

That's all, at most the quality of life is poor.

But when she stayed in her new home well, she was hit by a blowing hammer head-on... Who can I ask for reasoning!
"I'm already more than 100 years old, and you still attack me unexpectedly. Could it be that Hogwarts taught you this?!"

Lying on the sofa, Slughorn was being treated by William, and kept blaming Harry.

"Sorry, sorry." Harry kept apologizing, "I thought you were a Death Eater attacking others."

"Have you ever seen a Death Eater this old?!"

Slughorn was obviously injured, but he still roared out of anger, like a roaring emperor.

He felt that the boy who survived the catastrophe was different from the "genius" he had imagined... It was silly.

Slughorn is very accurate in seeing people. Except for misjudging Tom back then, he has not made any mistakes at other times!
"Then why are you destroying your room?" Harry felt aggrieved. "In this way, anyone who reads it will regard you as a Death Eater."

"I'm faking the scene of my being captured so that I can trick the uninvited guest," Slughorn pointed out.

But Harry didn't understand it, he said "suddenly":

"Oh, you're guarding against Death Eaters."

"What do the Death Eaters want my useless old bone for?" Slughorn asked rhetorically.

"Someone has been following me, buzzing like an old bee, annoying!"

Fire, theft, and Deng, of course he was guarding against Dumbledore, the old bee!

But Harry didn't understand, and instead asked curiously:

"Are you talking about Voldemort?"

Slughorn shuddered at the name, protested loudly, and gave Harry another savage look.

Back then, Lily and James were such shrewd children, but why was his son so stupid that he couldn't even hear the sarcasm?
William, who had been silent all this time, smiled and said after helping Horace heal his injuries, "Okay, there shouldn't be any serious problems."

Slughorn moved his waist, and sure enough, the pain stopped.

He looked at this talented young man he met at the Quidditch World Cup two years ago, and praised:
"Typical Bobby's way of dealing with it, William, have you ever learned this stuff from her?"

William humbly explained:
"When I was in the first grade, I learned a little casually.

Professor Snape was injured while teaching.Madam Pomfrey taught us the lesson for a while. "

It was Marietta who did this. With her wand, she pushed Professor Snape into the cauldron.

William is still fresh in his memory.

"It's Bobby's style." Slughorn stroked his beard and recalled:
"Before I retired, she told me more than once that other courses should be banned and only nursing."

The old professor showed a look of nostalgia, as if thinking of his lost youth.

But within a few seconds of showing this emotion, he immediately looked at the door vigilantly:
"You and Hermione are the only ones here, and Albus isn't here? Let him out, I know he's here!"

William packed up the potion and said softly:
"The principal really didn't come. He's been very busy recently. You know, the war has already begun."

"Yeah, the Second Wizarding War broke out." Slughorn immediately took over the conversation, and said miserably:

"I am also old, and my bones are failing. I still have asthma, rheumatism, and my legs and feet are not as flexible as before."

Slughorn's acting is not bad, his eyes are starting to turn red, as if he is going to die.

"Well, this is also expected. People are old and useless, and they can't go to the battlefield, and they can't go back to Hogwarts to teach..."

Slughorn babbled a lot, and the core idea was that he would not go back to teach.

But he said so tragically, but in fact he was in good health.

Otherwise, there is an old man who is dying, and there is still hard liquor in the room, as well as boxes of chocolates and a lot of snacks.

But William didn't mean to persuade Slughorn to go back to school, but relieved:

"Yes, you are quite right.

When you are old, you should retire and take good care of your life.

That's what I told Professor Dumbledore, and I persuaded the school to be handed over to young people like me. "

Good guy... a young man like you?

How old are you that you're ready to take Dumbledore's class?
Slughorn gave William a small glance.

William continued emotionally: "But Professor Dumbledore is always busy enough, and he is unwilling to retire under this situation.

But I feel sad when I look at it, he is older than you..."

William started to play the emotional card, and Slughorn looked at him, not as vigilant as before.

"Yes." He nodded, and sighed: "Albus is indeed older than me, and it's really hard for him these years..."

By this time, Hermione had already packed the room.

Under her magic, the smashed furniture jumped back to their original positions one by one.

The decorations returned to their original shape in mid-air, and the damaged books were automatically repaired and neatly arranged on the bookshelves.

All the broken, torn, and gaping places in the room were restored to original condition.

The dragon's blood splashed on the wall was wiped off automatically and returned to the bottle.

Facing the light, Hermione took a closer look at the viscous liquid inside, deliberately showing distaste, and said:
"This bottle of fire dragon blood is a bit dirty, and it will definitely affect the potion when brewing it.

Throw it away, professor? "

"Hermione, don't lose it." Slughorn hastily stopped.

He felt a little distressed:

"This is my last bottle of dragon blood. Since the outbreak of the war, and some time ago, the Death Eaters attacked ships, causing the Suez Canal to be blocked.

The current price is amazing! "

"Really? I have quite a lot in there, and I can't use them all up." William looked rich and powerful.

Hearing this, Slughorn's curiosity was aroused.

William knew he was hooked, and smiled:
"Really, I have many whole dragon carcasses.

So much so that Hermione and I don't know how to deal with it, it's so embarrassing.

I'm getting ready for Hogwarts.

If you lack fire dragon blood, you can get it from me, it's free! "

"A complete fire dragon carcass, and many heads?" Slughorn swallowed, and asked eagerly, "Where did you get it?"

"You know, I protected Minister Burns in the last battle of Buckingham Palace." William said eloquently.

"At that time, the Fire Dragon Legion appeared, and I killed more than 20 fire dragons."

Harry on the side was also shaken when he heard it, and couldn't help being speechless.

Wait... The Daily Prophet said a few dragons, but William said there were two dozen.

Sure enough, you can't believe a word in the newspaper now.

Even this kind of military exploits like William's is deliberately discounted. The enemy is the British Propaganda Department!

William sighed and continued on the Vale track: "The only pity is that those fire dragons are all black dragons from the Hebrides.

I don't like this dragon. "

He shook his head and said:
"The meat is too dry and the scales are too hard. I prefer Hungarian tree peaks, they are so cute."

"..."

Slughorn's whole heart is like a cat scratching, and now he wants to go to Hogwarts to see those complete dragon corpses.

But... don't be fooled!
He immediately changed the subject and said:

"I saw the newspaper reports that the giants are also joining the battle?"

"Yes, those giant legions are temporarily stationed in the Forbidden Forest. They will guard the school," Hermione said.

"But giants are dangerous," Slughorn objected. "You don't know that they go crazy and attack everything."

"Is it dangerous?" William shrugged:

"Maybe. But last year, in the Alps, after I wiped out a group of giants, dozens of giants died.

The rest of the giants are very well-behaved. "

"By the way, I still have the giant's corpse." William blinked.

"It's also very valuable for research. The blood is no less valuable than fire dragon blood, and it's all in Hogwarts."

Slughorn: "..."

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(End of this chapter)