Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 548
Harry stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes.

"Sir... you want me to get a message from Slughorn's brain?" He tried to sound respectful, so as not to sound surprised and bewildered.

"Well, that's right...it's you."

"As for the information, I will tell you in the class content I will give you later, Harry!"

"But, sir. I don't know [Legiliency]..."

Dumbledore waved his hand, "It's not like that, Professor Slughorn is a very capable wizard, even I can't force him to hand over his memory... that would only get a false, fabricated memory."

"This kind of behavior is very stupid, and it will force him to leave Hogwarts."

"However, after getting along for so many days... I think you also understand that Professor Slughorn has some small weaknesses in his character?"

Dumbledore said pointedly.

Harry immediately thought of Slughorn's unusual enthusiasm for himself.

"Slughorn loves creature comforts...Harry, he showed this when he was young...and I were colleagues: - he likes to associate with powerful, successful, famous wizards."

"He always gives special favors to the children of big men...Besides, Slughorn has a knack for picking students who are going to make a lot of money... organize them, form a club with himself as the core, give them some guidance, and make some kind of useful connection between these students."

"However, Slughorn also suffered from it," said Dumbledore. "That's how he discovered Voldemort... and let the Dark Lord establish the prototype of the Death Eater through this connection..."

Harry opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Of course, this is not Slughorn's original intention. Our Potions professor is not the type of Death Eater at all. He likes a honey jam and a pineapple compote more than... the pursuit of power and ambition..."

"...When Voldemort rose...and the Death Eaters' organization gradually became more evil and cruel...Slughorn immediately used his other skill: he sensed the emerging threat, so he resigned from Hogwarts directly, and went into hiding, hiding abroad...where no one could find him."

"But I think... a person cannot be easily changed. Slughorn also collects students who are very precious to him..."

"Slughorn will win you over—especially these days... the Boy Who Lived, the Warrior who has passed the test...these names will make you a jewel in his collection."

"Of course, I'm telling you this not to make you dislike Professor Slughorn, but to let you understand what kind of person he is... When you approach him, what kind of attitude you adopt will allow you to break through his defense and obtain that extremely important information." Dumbledore said.

"What message?" Harry asked.

"It's related to the Horcrux, in detail... After I give you a lesson, you will understand."

"This is extremely important. It must be real memory, real information... As for now... Harry, you might as well accept Professor Slughorn's invitation. Of course, you must understand what is going on in your heart, and you need to be vigilant... Understand what kind of person he is." Dumbledore said.

"When I finish teaching you and you understand how important this information is, I will let Albert act with you and let him cooperate with your..."

"Starting today, maybe you should try to accept an invitation from Slughorn with the McGuffin..."

"McGuffin? Him?"

"That's right, don't look at Albert who is often out of tune and often makes troubles. But after all, at his age, the development of a new type of magic broom, his own magical strength...these are all very remarkable things."

"—For Professor Slughorn, Albert is also a student worthy of his attention."

"Speaking of which, I still relied on McGuffin to bring Professor Slughorn back to Hogwarts to teach." Dumbledore took another sip of carrot juice, and then said slowly,

"Harry, one day in the near future... When the critical moment comes, maybe you will remember our conversation today... At that time, you can trust McGuffin. He is unshakable in the position of destroying Voldemort. As I said before, in this respect, McGuffin Albert has no room to retreat."

These words made Harry feel weird, and for some reason even felt a little terrified.

But before he could figure it out, Dumbledore stood up and said goodbye abruptly.

"That's it, remember Harry,... see you in my office next Saturday!"

"good night!"

"Good night, sir!" Harry stood up quickly.

Dumbledore strode out to vent his breath and closed the oak door of the school hospital.

Only Harry was left standing alone in the ward of the school hospital,
Looking at the empty room around him, he still couldn't digest the information Dumbledore just brought,

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The next morning, when Harry woke up, he twisted his neck sorely, his body was sluggish from the long sleep,
As if rusted.

After half a day of activity, he remembered that he became a warrior again, and then...

Yesterday, no... the previous two days, everything that happened in Harry's mind came to mind at once.

He especially wanted to discuss what happened last night with Ron and McGuffin, but there was no one in the room except him.

'The others are probably already having breakfast, or going to class. '

Not long after, Madam Pomfrey brought Dobby into the ward of the school hospital.

(Dobby is holding a dinner plate...all of which are rich and exaggerated to the extreme)
Madam Pomfrey checked Harry's body with a straight face, she didn't look very happy.

But Harry really couldn't stay here anymore.

He cautiously and softly probed, "Madame Pomfrey, may I leave here?"

"what!"

Madam Pomfrey sneered, "Harry, your injuries have mostly recovered. But as far as I'm concerned...you'd better stay in the ward. Now the school castle is full of your admirers. This is the best place for you to cultivate your body."

"I really don't understand... There are still people signing up for such a dangerous game that can kill people! Why did Dumbledore allow this kind of self-harm and suicidal competition to be held at Hogwarts..."

Harry's words seemed to ignite Madam Pomfrey's temper that was about to explode, and she complained endlessly...from the Hogwarts school board, to the Ministry of Magic's "no-good old-timers"...

And the fact that Harry softly defended that he didn't sign up, was like a leaf in the vast ocean, almost drowned in Madam Pomfrey's fury.

"Okay, here's your potion!" Madam Pomfrey took out a large bottle of potion from a drawer in the cabinet, and handed it to Harry angrily.

About the size of an ordinary flask, with a wooden cap stopper.

It was filled with little red and green balls, like some kind of jelly beans.

"I developed this based on Les Finley...that is, the compound soup candy left by the fake Gerald Lockhart..." Madam Pomfrey said, "This thing is very convenient, and it can restore your body to its best state before the competition!"

Harry tidied his clothes, said goodbye to Dobby (eat two mouthfuls of roast sausage), and under Madam Pomfrey's gaze... hurriedly took the jar of potion candies and left the hospital.

But sure enough, as Madam Pomfrey said, everyone in the school was paying attention to Harry.

He felt as if he had returned to the time when he first came to Hogwarts, people (mostly foreign students) whispered when they saw him, stared at the lightning-shaped scar on his head and talked a lot,
Most of the students from these other magic schools looked very angry,
They thought it was cheating that there would be two Hogwarts warriors.

But at the same time, they were very curious about Harry's unique identity. These guys always pointed to Harry's scar and whispered.

But when the Hogwarts students saw Harry, they cheered enthusiastically.

Of course, it is impossible for the Slytherin students to have any good looks towards Harry. Besides... the Hufflepuff students also showed a polite and indifferent attitude towards Harry.

You could tell they had mixed feelings about someone who shared the honor of being a Hogwarts warrior....

But since Harry was aboveboard... challenged to become a warrior, it wasn't easy for them to say anything.

And Harry was so terrified by all this that he didn't even have to go down the stairs before he had the idea of ​​going back to the school hospital ward.

This feeling was even more so when he met the Creevey brothers and saw them standing at the entrance of the corridor ... waving desperately at him, calling for Harry to go there.

Fortunately, he came across Cedric Diggory and Wilktor Krum coming from the other side. (Behind Digory and the other two... followed by a large group of witches from various magic schools, who seemed to be their fan circle)
——This seems to be able to stop the two Klingway brothers a little for him.

"Hello, Harry!" Cedric nodded to Harry gracefully. (This also caused a large group of witches to worship intoxicatedly behind them, and they let out low and cheering voices for unknown reasons...)
From Harry's point of view, these guys were completely irrational as if they had drunk a love potion.

Still, Cedric Diggory certainly had a true wizarding class compared to Gerald Lockhart that fellow.

Every move is very elegant and polite.

He was not like other warriors, like a big rooster, eager to show off his status as a warrior.

On the contrary, after seeing Harry's anxious expression, Digory stepped aside (even helped Harry... and said a few words to the group of Yingying Yanyans behind him, telling them to get out of the way...)
"Hello, Digory, Krum!"

Krum nodded coldly. (The Quidditch superstar is back in his usual reticent mode...)
"Thanks, Diggory!" Harry hurried through the crowd, because he had just turned his head and saw Colin Creevey started to take his magic camera again, and was about to rush over with his brother.

Looks like Creevey... is going to take this opportunity to take pictures of Harry and his encounters with the other Warriors.

Facing his two ardent little fans who single-mindedly raised himself up to be some kind of hero... Harry felt uncomfortable and didn't want to stay for a moment.

When Harry squeezed through the group brought by Cedric and Krum, Digory suddenly called Harry. He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and he added, "Oh, yes, Harry... there is one thing you don't know... The first event of the Big Ten Tournament will be held on December 12th... A week later, Mr. Crouch from the school and the Ministry of Magic will arrange for us to conduct a wand test to ensure that there is nothing wrong with each warrior's only weapon."

"You need to know this!"

"Oh, I see." Harry answered hastily, waved his hand, and then ran quickly towards the corridor on the other side, ignoring Creevey's disappointed expression after he snapped two photos with the camera behind him.

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"You mean that Dumbledore is going to teach you personally!" Ron looked awe-inspiring, "Merlin..."

He froze in place.

After eating at noon, Harry led Ron McGuffin and the others to the edge of the Black Lake for a walk, and chatted about what had happened in the past two days.

At the same time, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest not far from the opposite bank,... from time to time, there was a long roar, and a fireball, the stream of flames was ejected, and flew out of the Forbidden Forest at an angle... towards the distant sky.

Several fire dragons lived there.

The deep-sea squid in the black lake were very dissatisfied with this, so they also often stretched out their tentacles... sticking out of the water and stirring, as if they were demonstrating.

On the shore of the lake where McGuffin and the others were strolling, there was still a giant black ship of Demu Strong, and they could often see Demu Strong's students practicing magic on the deck.

And on the other side of the lake, the Egyptian school of magic... the golden shrine of the Nile River Temple was bathed in the midday sun, shining brightly, making people's eyes hurt.

In addition, above Hogwarts Castle, the suspended mountain appears from time to time...

This makes all the scenes here more magical and bizarre than usual.

But it's a good place to walk and chat.

"Why... why did he... why did Dumbledore give you extra lessons?" Ron asked, gasping for air.

Harry turned his head and looked around. After seeing that no one was approaching, he recounted the prophecy Dumbledore told him yesterday.

While Ron and Hermione were stunned, Harry turned to McGuffin, "Albert, you should know, right? During the Quidditch match, at the Ministry of Magic... that's why the Dark Lord went there, right?"

McGuffin looked at Harry, thinking about the little Guffin he sent last night.

But he didn't expect to be directly discovered by this old fox.

Now it looks like last night... Did the old bee Dumbledore tell Harry about it?
McGuffin raised his head, and saw that the three people in front of him were silent and looked at him with stunned eyes.

As if waiting for him to say something.

no way……

McGuffin nodded, "Well, what Harry said is correct. The Hall of Prophecies of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic does preserve the entire prophecy about Harry and the Dark Lord..."

(End of this chapter)