Chapter 393：

He said: "I have seen your transcript and I very much agree with this fact."

"To be honest, Hogwarts education has always been a problem when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts."

As he spoke, Slughorn lowered his voice, "You also know that for some reasons, those smart wizards are reluctant to come to this position."

As the new headmaster of Hogwarts, Slughorn has a headache about this matter.

He had no good candidate, although his former favorite disciple Severus Snape recommended himself to him.

Harry thought for a moment and said, "Professor Remus Lupin was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor when I was in my third year."

"Ah, yes, Remus, I know about this," said Slughorn, "He was different from his three companions when he was at school. He was still a prefect and a junior Sirius, that's a smart Black too, albeit a naughty one."

I have an impression of Lupin and Slughorn.

When he mentioned Lupin, he couldn't help but think of that small group.

Those outstanding students are often more likely to win his favor.

"I remember when Sirius Black left Azkaban, it was a misjudgment." Slughorn mused.

"Horace, can you give me this sweater knitting magazine?" Dumbledore finally came out of the long journey to the toilet.

He asked Slughorn with a magazine in his hand, as if he had just happened to be out.

"Take it," Slughorn asked in surprise, "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes, I think you have more important things to be busy with now." Dumbledore said kindly, "The position of principal has a lot to be busy with, isn't it?"

"You may not know that there are some things in Hogwarts that are easily coveted by outsiders." Dumbledore picked up the cup and drank the wine in one gulp.

He called Harry, which caught Slughorn off guard.

When the two people walked out of the door, Slughorn chased them out and loudly said with determination, "Dumbledore, retirement life may not be that suitable for you."

Dumbledore turned his head in surprise, and Slughorn struggled: "I think Hogwarts needs to strengthen its defense. If you can help, that would be the best."

"I'm happy to." Dumbledore nodded slightly.

He chuckled, and the garden door closed automatically behind them.

"Well done, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"I didn't do anything," Harry said in surprise.

"You did it and let Horace choose the candidate," Dumbledore said. "This old friend of mine is a cautious character. If it weren't for the fall of the Death Eaters, he would not be willing to become the headmaster. "

Harry saw intelligence in his eyes.

"Horace liked material comforts and the company of famous, successful, and powerful people.

He likes the feeling of being at his mercy. He never wants to take charge of power. He prefers to be in a secondary position, so that the world is wider and he can be more at ease. "

"But Professor, he is the new headmaster of Hogwarts." Harry asked puzzledly, "That is not a secondary position."

"Yes, that position is very important," Dumbledore said, as if it was not the position he once had, "but the things inside made him willing to go against himself to try."

"You mean...John?" Harry's mind occasionally flashed.

"It's you and John, Harry." Dumbledore said fondly. "When he was at Hogwarts, he always liked to pick students he liked, sometimes because of their ambition or intelligence, sometimes because of their talent or charm. ”

"Horace has a very unusual ability to always select people who will succeed in all walks of life."

"With himself as the core, he started a club and established a network of contacts. He enjoyed the benefits that these contacts brought to him and could also give back to his students."

Harry immediately thought of another person, John Wick.

Unlike Slughorn, John's connections are more like followers.

"I tell you this not to make you feel disgusted with Horace, but to tell you that he will definitely win you over." Dumbledore continued, "John is different from all students. He will not become anyone's collection, so You have to take advantage of this.”

"What are you going to do with this?" Harry felt a little cold on the back of his neck.

Sweat broke out on his palms.

Dumbledore stopped at the church door. He looked at Harry and said calmly, "In the past two weeks, you have been subscribing to the Daily Prophet, right?"

"Yes," Harry said, his heart suddenly beating faster.

"That experience in the Hall of Prophecy leaked out like a flood, didn't it?"

"Yes," Harry said, finding nothing strange. "What's the problem, Professor?"

"Have you noticed that there is not a single word about the Star Society in it?" Dumbledore said calmly.

Harry's heart was beating rapidly, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

He suddenly remembered that there was no report on the Star Club in the Daily Prophet.

​Also, it says Johnny Silverhand, not John Wick.

He asked with difficulty: "What's the reason for this, Professor?"

Dumbledore's face looked unfathomable at night, "Divert your attention."

Harry's head was dizzy. This was Dumbledore's game, and people couldn't understand its purpose.

After Dumbledore stepped down as principal, he saw things more clearly.

He knew clearly that Hogwarts might experience a catastrophe.

Voldemort's obsession with prophecy and his pursuit of immortality.

will move the battlefield to Hogwarts.

What he can do is to make more arrangements before this catastrophe comes.

…

In the group chat of Qunxing Community.

Furong seems to be in love.

This matter seems strange to the Star Club.

They all want to know who can impress the proud Furong.

Even John was curious.

Percy answered everyone's questions: "No need to guess, it's Bill."

Neville: "Bill? Bill Weasley?"

Percy: "Yes, it's him, my brother."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone exploded.

John was confused. These two people had met?

Percy had no choice but to tell the reason.

The reason is still work.

Bill is from the Order of the Phoenix, and Fleur is from the Society of Stars.

The only thing they have in common is that Percy is a member of the Weasley family's Star Club.

Furong works at Silver Hands Angel Investment, but she got into a lot of trouble because of her accent.

In order to solve this problem, Fleur found Percy and asked him to teach him.

But Percy knows everything.

His teachings were so precise that they sounded like hypnosis.

Just when Fleur was regretting why she didn't find Cedric, Bill happened to come looking for his brother and understand the conflict between him and his father.

It was at that time that the two people met.

Bill was very impressed by this beautiful girl from the Triwizard Tournament.

Ever since, Bill had gone back and forth, using his handsome face and the humor he had honed at Gringotts, to successfully make Fleur fall in love with this mature man who was several years older than her.

Draco: "He is from the Order of the Phoenix, Fleur."

Furong: "I'm happy, but you can control it!"

Draco: "..."

When Furong's love history was revealed, she was not shy at all.

She said openly: "Bill is not involved in many matters of the Order of the Phoenix. Maybe I can drag people to the Society of Stars."

"Maybe he thinks so too. With his appearance, he doesn't necessarily need to join the Star Club." Malfoy said sourly.

Percy gave him a finishing touch, "Bill received 12 O.W.L. certificates of excellence during school, and was also the male president of the student union."

It is estimated that Malfoy, who is only excellent in Charms and is currently a prefect, will not speak.

"It seems that he is indeed an excellent person," John said. "I support all your decisions, Fleur."

When Fleur saw that John also supported her, she was relieved of her worries.

"I knew his excellence could impress you." Furong said happily.

John corrected: "What impresses me is not his excellence, but that you like him, Fleur."

Furong was startled, looking at the words on the badge, a smile appeared on her lips unconsciously.

Fleur: "You are still so lovable from the bottom of my heart, John."

This love is not a love between a man and a woman, but a heartfelt desire to follow and get closer.

Perhaps it was the bold and unusual enthusiasm of France that allowed this sentence to come out of Fleur's mouth.

The Greengrass house on the other side.

Astoria watched her sister's beautiful face gradually turn hideous, so frightened that she even walked on tiptoes.

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Chapter 417 John’s achievements

Speaking of exams, John remembered that a month had passed since the O.W.L. exam.

His results should be here.

When the next day arrived, an owl was blocked by Basil in the window.

The owl was probably begging Basil to be accommodating, but Basil just stood guard at the window, signaling the owl to hand over the letter.

There was really no other way, so the owl had to give in to Basil.

Riddle stayed on top of the wardrobe very coldly. Tom wanted to get close to it, but it was a pity that it was not high enough.

Take the letter out of Basil's mouth.

This is a score sheet.

John opened the parchment and scanned it casually.

John Wick’s scores are as follows;

Astronomy: O

Protect magical animals: O

Charms: O

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

Divination: O

Herbalism: O

History of Magic: O

Potions: O

Transfiguration: O

Arithmancy: O

Muggle Studies: O