"These wizards are as noisy as a group of moles …" Alfred Crawford walked straight down Diagon Alley after leaving Allen. He looked at the ordinary wizards who were cheering and discussing the news that Family Harris had just announced in the press conference. The situation was similar to his master's plan. If Family Harris rejected his last suggestion, then he would have to carry out the second plan according to his master's order.
"The arrogant Family Harris will be punished sooner or later. These black-hearted people must have a plan to arm such a powerful force in the dark. They're a cancer in the magic world. If we don't get rid of them soon, the entire magic world will be in danger!" Marcus Flint spat on the ground angrily, but with the presence of the Auror around, he did not dare to speak too loudly. In the end, he could only grumble to himself.
"Young Master Marcus, please forgive my presumptuousness. It's useless to try to stop Family Harris from developing by discrediting them. We need to work together and discuss before we take action. " Alfred comforted his master's wife, the current matriarch of the family. "Please come to the Bork Manor. We've arranged a banquet. We're waiting for your arrival."
Then, Alfred successfully found Annette Bobin at the press conference venue where the crowd had not completely dispersed. After whispering to him, Annette Bobin touched his turquoise ring, raised his chin, and snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth curling up.
At the moment, the Hogwarts were in class. The teachers and students in the school did not know what happened in Diagon Alley.
Although Harry did not have a Potion class, he still walked to the gloomy underground Potion classroom. In the corridor outside the classroom, Harry hid behind a pillar and watched, quietly waiting for the wizards in the classroom to finish their class.
"I strongly suggest that you all revise … the chapter on the antidote. We'll continue to talk about the magical effects of the Cow Dung Stone in the next class … Class dismissed." Slughorn's voice came from the classroom.
"Alish, this is not my little tail …" Slughorn stopped a fat girl from Hufflepuff. The girl smiled awkwardly at the professor who was tidying up the cupboard and ran back to take away a lizard-like tail that was forgotten on the counter.
When Slughorn was greeting the students, he sharply noticed Harry who was hiding behind the pillar. A warm smile immediately appeared on his face. "Aha! Look who's here! Harry, I heard that when the demons attacked Miss Hermione Granger, Miss Ginny Weasley was there. She should not be afraid of death at her age. How is she now? Maybe I can give you some tranquilizers? "
"She's fine, she's fine. Thank you for your concern, professor.. " Harry shook his head.....................................................................
Without waiting for the other party to agree, Harry had already walked into the Potions classroom.
"Ask away, child. Ask away." Slughorn walked towards Harry with his teaching kit in one hand and a few books in the other. He looked like he would tell him everything he knew.
"The incident at Diagon Alley made me understand … Ginny was lucky not to be hurt by the demons this time. But if something like this happens again in the future, with my current ability … So I went to the forbidden section of the library these few nights …" Harry pressed his hand on a magic book to hide his anxiety. "Professor, I read about some rare magic materials …"
"If a person wants to become stronger, the best way is to have someone they want to protect." Slughorn nodded. He thought for a while and said enthusiastically, "If you're willing, Harry, we can use the weekend to teach you some simple and practical spells …"
"Thank you, professor. I do need your guidance," Harry said. "For example, that rare magic material. It's been bothering me for a long time."
Harry's green eyes behind his glasses stared at Slughorn. Slughorn frowned and leaned forward slightly. "Hmm, what's that thing called?"
"I don't remember clearly. The name is a bit of a mouthful …" Harry lied. "So I'm thinking, is there really some magic … that professors can't teach students?"
The two men looked at each other across the wide magic medicine table. Slughorn lowered his head. "I'm just a magic medicine teacher, Harry. I think you'd better ask Professor Snape this question. Oh, I think Professor Allen Harris is also very suitable. Don't you teach with him? There doesn't seem to be any magic that can't be taught by Professor Harris. "
Slughorn walked past Harry and wanted to leave, but Harry immediately turned around and continued, "A … Professor Harris teaches according to each person's situation. He won't teach new knowledge before the students have grasped the current knowledge, so the teaching progress is different for everyone … If I ask Professor Harris about this, he definitely won't explain it to me. And although Professor Snape is now the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he doesn't like me … I mean, he's not like you. He'll misunderstand me."
Harry's expression looked sincere. Slughorn looked at Harry from bottom to top. When he heard Harry's words, he put on a mask-like smile.
"Yes, how can there be light without darkness? It's the same with magic, and I always try to live on the bright side. "Slughorn stared at Harry meaningfully." I suggest you do the same. "
After saying that, Slughorn walked forward.
Harry immediately asked a sharp question without hiding anything. "Professor, when Tom Liddell asked you this question, did you also answer like this?"
Slughorn frowned and turned around in surprise and confusion. His hands under his long sleeves clenched into fists. "Dumbledore sent you, didn't he?"
Harry looked at Slughorn's angry face without blinking, and was speechless for a moment.
"Did he?" Slughorn asked. Seeing Harry's dumbfounded expression, Slughorn's robe swayed, and he turned around angrily. He walked a few steps in anger, but suddenly stopped and reminded Harry without looking back. "Let me give you a piece of advice, Harry. You should stay away from these things that you shouldn't care about. Let people like Dumbledore or Allen Harris deal with it themselves."
Even though it was still daytime, the Bork Family's mansion was brightly lit. Heinz walked into a room with an unusually large fireplace. The base of the fireplace was paved with bricks, and the surface of the bricks were maintained to be clean and red.
An old wizard was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the fireplace, and a few well-dressed wizards were sitting around him. Alfreid nodded to the wizards he had invited before. They were all core members of pure-blood families that had a good relationship with the Bock family.
"Master, Family Harris has rejected our goodwill once again." Alfred walked to the old wizard and reported everything that happened during the press conference. The room was silent. There was a clock on the shelf next to the fireplace, and the ticking sound of the clock was very pleasant to the ears. Alfred didn't even dare to breathe loudly as he waited for Herbert Bork's orders.
"We've given them many chances to choose because of the Rosier surname. We've already done our best. Since they're unwilling to join us and insist on establishing their own family, we won't be polite anymore." The old voice slowly sounded. "Tell the servants to prepare a banquet. Today's guests will be staying for a long time."
"I don't like Dumbledore and his style, but in this situation, do we really have to side with him and fight against Harris?" Bostel wiped the sweat on his meaty chin with his handkerchief. "If Harris really relies on that brat's strength to be unreasonable, we'll have to rely on Dumbledore to keep him in check."
"Bostel boy, don't worry. Harris is relying on those mudbloods and bastards to fight against us. Based on what they said today and their style in the past, I have to admit that they're pure-bloods and prefer to use the law instead of breaking it. As long as we don't give them a reason, Owen won't let his youngest son use violence to make himself the third The Dark Lord." Herbert Bostel sat in his wheelchair and tilted his head at Alfreid, indicating that he should pour a glass of whiskey for the fat man who had been frightened by Allen. "After all, their surname is Harris and not Rosier."
"We need Dumbledore, but being the world's greatest light wizard isn't a good choice. Our conflict with him can't last long. You all know that those who follow Dumbledore don't end up well. That old bee is much more ruthless when it comes to sacrificing others …" A blonde wizard with a high nose, thick eyebrows, and a high forehead chimed in. "But it's still better than relying on the Mystery Man. When the Mystery Man was in school, I thought he had great potential, but later on, this mixed-blood broke down and didn't have a family to teach him. He relied on his talent to learn whatever black magic he wanted and went crazy. He's now a terrorist with no real political ideology, so I never considered him. I once thought of befriending Harris, but those arrogant Germans not only didn't accept it, they even wanted to get rid of us at the root. This is absolutely intolerable!"
Green flames flickered in the fireplace, and the silhouette of Mr. Bostel with neatly combed hair appeared in the fireplace. After greeting the people around him, he sat quietly in his seat, the expression on his face completely different from that of a shopkeeper.
"Paul, how are your two daughters?" Herbert Bostel wiggled his fingers in his wheelchair. "I'm sorry, Bostel is incompetent. He hasn't been able to find a way to break the blood curse. Perhaps before we chase Harris out of England, you should let Daphne and Astoria try at the shrine?"
"Thank you … Daphne still hasn't shown any signs, Astoria … But there's no need, I didn't let my daughters join the Harris training class, and I definitely won't let them believe in Ravenclaw … Those Germans look down on us …" The blonde sorcerer with a high nose turned and bowed slightly to the silent Mr. Borgin. "We have to rely on ourselves, we'll still have to trouble Mr. Borgin …"
"You're too kind, Mr. Gringlass. I'm sorry for the lack of progress …" Bostel hurriedly returned the bow and stood up to express his opinion. "Family Harris, due to the birth of a genius in the family, the family's strength has increased rapidly. The remnants of Gringlass have gathered together again. But because of this, they are too arrogant. Those who followed the first The Dark Lord are too ambitious and greedy … Just like how they were arrogant when they wanted to control the wizarding world and the Muggle world, this time, not only do they want to control the status and power they gained in the magical world in the past few years, they also want to swallow us, the forces that have been rooted in England for thousands of years, and replace them with their own people. But now, they have given us a handle … Since that brat dares to teach black magic and brazenly use the undead as a guardian force, we can use this as an excuse to use Dumbledore to rope in Longbottom, Bowens, and other families who have no ambition to fight for power and who have always refused to cooperate with us to fight against Family Harris. "
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