Chapter 556

The young masters of hornheim and tefuller seemed to be looking forward to the private duel. They soon determined the time and place, and then continued to stare at each other and separated.

Think about it, too. It will obviously vent people's mood more than starting the mouth and directly doing it.

"Hey, man - no one will bother us now. Come on, let's find a place to talk."

When the guy of tefuller's family completely disappeared from sight, the fat young master immediately put on a happy expression and greeted Maka with a grin.

Maka has something else to do. He needs to see more forces gathered today. You know, at any time, the richer the intelligence, the better.

However, the fat man's arm hooked on Marca's shoulder again and dragged him to the castle.

"Master hornheim, I can say first that I have something to do in the evening, but I can't accompany you to the duel appointment." Maka quickly and reluctantly reminded.

"Hmm?" the fat young master was stunned when he heard the speech. He soon smiled and shook his head. "Do you think I want to ask you to be my dueling assistant? No, no, I don't have that plan!"

The fat man said and added in a low voice: "in fact, I don't want to go at all. I don't like that boy at all. Let him wait tonight! It would be fun if I could make him wait in the middle of the night!"

"Oh?" Marca said in surprise. "Look at you just now. I thought you were really interested in the duel between Wizards?"

Judging from what he had observed just now, the fat young master didn't look like a man with a plan. But who knows, there is still a bag of bad water in his fat belly.

However, how could he feel so familiar with the act of taking the initiative to invite a duel and then pigeoning others?

"I'll tell you," the fat young master frowned and winked, "my old man has only taught me a lot of knowledge about alchemy. My level of magic spell learning is really average - although my silent floating spell just now seems very smooth, in fact, it's all practiced by helping the old man at home!"

When Maka heard it, she knew something.

"Is your father going to let you participate in the alchemy competition?" he asked. "You are Mr. hornheim's son. I think your alchemy level should be very good, too?"

"Oh, at least I feel average." the fat young master scratched his belly and finally let go of the big arm pressed on Marca's shoulder. "You can know from the books the old man showed me that there are gaps in the knowledge of this subject. It's not easy to learn it well -"

"Really?" Maka thought, "to tell you the truth, I've also got a lot of books related to alchemy and studied them several times. You want me to read..."

It can be seen that the fat man is always a little less serious in other things, and he often thinks about it one by one, so people can't guess what he will do next. But in alchemy, he was very real, and his words were clear and not disordered at all.

When he and Marca were walking and talking, Fanny followed Marca all the way as before. But seeing her eyes wandering around all the time, I realized that she really wouldn't relax at all.

According to Maka, tonight is the key to this trip. But as a qualified collaborator, she always keeps her attention and pays attention to everyone she sees. This is what she should do.

It's prudent to "maybe I really should make an appointment?"

Ron hurried to the bathroom as soon as class was over. Now Harry was walking alone in the corridor. He thought alone and talked to himself subconsciously.

Unfortunately, this sentence was heard by an old man who likes to cut corners.

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

Harry suddenly turned around. Slughorn, the current potion Professor, was standing behind him, his bald head shining with the oil of wisdom.

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

make fun of? He did have some troubles, but if he asked a bald old man about his love, he might as well go directly to Ginny to face the exciting life!

"Really?" Slughorn said regretfully, "You know, I've always been very helpful, especially for excellent children like you. You and Miss Granger are very smart. She's more theoretical and you're more action oriented. You see, I also heard that you not only won the top three cup, but also killed the fire dragon in the game? This is not what ordinary wizards can do!"

"Uh... Thank you, but I'm not as great as you say." Harry just wanted to leave quickly and as far away as possible from the unscrupulous leader who suddenly came out to eavesdrop.

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

Slughorn has a surprisingly thick skin. He knows that Harry's first impression of him is not very good. But so what? You know, impressions can be changed through facts. He must find a way to win over this potential stock.

Perhaps many people only remember Maka's feat of killing the two dark lords, but he Slughorn has not forgotten that Harry killed Voldemort once as a baby.

That McLean is really good, but it's too good. Now he's also a professor of Hogwarts, and he's already out of the range of support. How can he be so suitable as this little Potter?

"Do you need me to add some courses for you? I think you can't meet your thirst for knowledge by taking classes step by step with other students with your talents. Believe me, you can become better!"

Slughorn has been wondering how to attract the little wizard, and this time he tried to use more knowledge.

In Slughorn's really not short teaching career, he has met many types of talents, some of whom are very dissatisfied with the existing knowledge. Among these people, the most prominent was Tom Riddle, later Voldemort.

It might really have a good effect on Hermione, but it would only be counterproductive on Harry.

As soon as Harry heard this, he hurried back several steps. In a series of "apologies", he hurried out of the broken place.

"Hmm..." Slughorn shrugged his shoulders in disapproval and said secretly, "isn't this right? Then... Try another one next time..."

Harry was rather distressed at the old man who kept staring at him. In a short trot, he gradually caught up with the troops back to the common room. Until then, he was relieved.

"Always feel like you've forgotten something?"

Harry thought as he followed the other students to open the portrait of the fat lady and walked into the Gryffindor common room. As soon as he entered, he caught a glimpse of a figure with long brownish red hair, which immediately reminded him of what he was thinking.

"Well, should we go and talk to her?" Harry's footsteps stopped immediately.

"Oh!"

When he stopped, Colin krivi, who had come in behind him, hit him on the back, and then stumbled and fell on the floor of the lounge.

Colin likes to fiddle with his camera when he's free, even when he's walking. For this reason, he has suffered several times, but he still hasn't changed at all.

Harry hurried back and helped him up with an apology.

"Are you okay?"

As he asked, he wondered if Ginny would look over, and then he couldn't help glancing back. It was at this moment that his eyes just collided with Ginny's.

In the past, Harry wouldn't think much. He saw it when he saw it! But now, once he remembered Hermione's words at noon, there was something wrong with him.

Sometimes, a little worry will make people have more thoughts about certain situations; And some thoughts always make people uneasy.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then somehow he wanted to take his eyes away. He suddenly felt that he was at a loss when facing Ginny.

Seeing that Harry's eyes were not right, Ginny was puzzled over there. For the boy she has admired since she was a child, she has long been used to the feeling that the other party doesn't care about herself, but what's going on now?