harry potter book of crimes

Chapter five hundred and fifty fifth belated distress

The young masters of Hohenheim and Taifler seemed to be looking forward to this private duel. They quickly determined the time and place, and then continued to stare at each other and separated.

Thinking about it, it is obvious that direct action can help people vent their feelings more than using words.

"Hey, man - no one is going to bother us now. Come on, let's go find a place to have a nice chat."

When the guy from the Tefler family completely disappeared from sight, the fat young master immediately put on a cheerful expression and greeted Maka with a grin.

Maka still has something to do here. He needs to take a closer look at the various forces gathered today. You must know that no matter what time it is, the richer the information, the better.

However, the fat man's arm immediately hooked up on Maka's shoulder again, dragging him towards the castle without any explanation.

"Master Hohenheim, let me agree in advance. I have some things to do tonight, but I can't accompany you to the duel appointment." Maka quickly reminded helplessly.

"Huh?" When the fat young master heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed and shook his head, "Do you think I want to ask you to be my duel assistant? No, no, no, I don't have that plan.

!”

The big fat man said, and added in a low voice: "Actually, I didn't want to go at all. I don't like that kid, so I'll let him wait tonight! If I can make him wait most of the night, then

It’s so fun!”

"Oh?" Maka said in surprise, "Looking at your appearance just now, I thought you were really interested in duels between wizards?"

Judging from what he had just observed, this fat young man did not look like a scheming person. But who knew that there was still a bag of bad water hidden in his fat belly.

But why did he feel so familiar with this act of actively inviting a duel and then letting someone go?

"Let me tell you," the fat young master kept winking, "my old man only taught me a lot of knowledge about alchemy, and my level of magic is really average - don't look at my silent floating just now

The mantra seems to be very smooth, but in fact it was all practiced at home with the old man’s materials!”

After Maka heard it, she felt a little clearer.

"Does your father plan to let you participate in the alchemy competition?" he asked, "You are Mr. Hohenheim's son, so your alchemy level must be very good, right?"

"Oh, at least I feel normal." The fat young master scratched his belly and finally let go of the thick arm that was pressing on Maka's shoulders. "You can know from the books the old man showed me that this subject is

There are gaps everywhere in the knowledge points, and it’s not easy to learn well——"

"Really?" Maka thought for a while and said, "To be honest, I have also read a lot of books related to alchemy and studied them several times. If you want me to read..."

It can be seen that this fat man is always a bit unserious in other things, and he often thinks about one thing after another, making people unable to guess what he will do next. But when it comes to alchemy, he is very

It's very down-to-earth, and it's clear and logical when it comes to speaking.

While he and Maka were walking and chatting, Fanny followed Maka all the way as before. But seeing her eyes wandering around, it became clear that she really refused to relax at all.

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According to what Maka said when he came, tonight is the key to this trip. But as a qualified collaborator, he always maintains concentration and pays attention to everyone he sees.

It's what she should do.

Caution is the first priority - this is one of the reasons why Fanny can never fall behind others in the family business, and it is also her motto throughout her life.

That evening, Hogwarts Castle.

Harry, who was being nudged by his friends Hermione and Ron for a while, looked a little nervous. After listening to Hermione's analysis at noon, he took advantage of his distraction time in class to think about it carefully.

Yes, Ginny is indeed a very good girl. Whether it is to himself or to others, this is true. But maybe because she is Ron's sister, Harry has never

Think about it carefully... Well, if Ginny becomes his girlfriend, what will happen in the end?

No, regarding this issue, he felt that he couldn't figure it out for a while.

In the final analysis, it was because there had never been any ambiguous atmosphere between him and Ginny. Without a proper beginning, the rest of the matter would not unfold smoothly.

"Maybe I should actually go make a date and try?"

Just now, Ron hurried to the toilet after class, and now Harry was walking alone in the corridor, thinking about it alone and subconsciously talking to himself.

But what a coincidence, this sentence happened to be heard by an old man who liked to take advantage of every opportunity.

"Oh! Mr. Potter?" A voice came from behind Harry, making him jump forward in fright. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! But if you have any troubles, I

As an old man who has experienced a lot, I am willing to answer some of the little questions in life for you!"

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

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

Are you kidding? He does have some worries, but if he wants to ask a bald old man about love, he might as well just go to Ginny's place and face an exciting life!

"Really?" Slughorn said with a look of regret, "You know, I have always been very willing to help others, especially for outstanding children like you. You and Miss Granger are both smart, but she is more biased.

You are a theoretical person, and you are more of an action person. Look, I also heard that you not only won the Triwizard Cup, but also killed the fire dragon in the game? This is not something ordinary wizards can do!"

"Uh... thank you, but I'm not as great as you said." Harry just wanted to leave as soon as possible, as far away from this unscrupulous leader who suddenly appeared and eavesdropped as possible.

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

Slughorn was surprisingly thick-skinned. He knew that Harry's first impression of him was not very good. But so what? You know, impressions can be changed through facts. He must think about this potential stock.

Find a way to win over.

Perhaps many people now only remember Maka's feat of killing two Dark Lords single-handedly, but Slughorn has not forgotten the past when Harry destroyed Voldemort when he was still a baby.

MacLean is indeed excellent, but he is too good. Now he is also a professor at Hogwarts, and he has become very successful, which has already exceeded the scope of cultivation. How can this little

Is Porter so suitable?

"Do you need me to add some additional courses for you? I think with your talents, taking classes step by step with other students will not satisfy your thirst for knowledge. Believe me, you can become even better!"

Slughorn has been thinking about how to attract this little wizard, and this time the method he tried was to use more knowledge.

During Slughorn's long teaching career, he encountered many types of outstanding talents, some of whom were very dissatisfied with the knowledge they had access to. Among these people, the most outstanding

Just count the Tom Riddle of those days, who would later become Voldemort.

If this was said to Hermione, it might actually have a good effect, but if it were said to Harry, it would only have the opposite effect.

When Harry heard this, he hurriedly took a few steps back. With a series of "sorry"s, he hurriedly made an excuse and left this poor place.

"Hmm..." Slughorn shrugged nonchalantly and said secretly, "Isn't this method wrong? Then... I'll try something else next time..."

Harry felt quite troubled by the old man who kept staring at him. During a trot, he gradually caught up with the large group of people returning to the common room. Only then did he feel relieved.

tone.

"You always feel like you forgot something?"

Harry was thinking as he followed other students and opened 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 brown-red hair.

It immediately reminded him of what he was thinking about just now.

"Uh, should I go and have a few words with her?" Harry paused immediately.

"oops!"

As soon as he stopped, Colin Creevey, who had followed him in before, bumped into his back, staggered, and fell down on the floor of the lounge.

Colin, a little man, likes to tinker with his camera when he has nothing to do, even when walking. He has suffered several times for this, but he still hasn't changed at all.

Harry quickly turned around and helped him up with apology.

"Are you okay?"

As he asked, he wondered if Ginny would look over, and then he couldn't help but glance back. It was at this glance that his eyes happened to collide with Ginny's.

In the past, Harry wouldn't have thought much about it and would have just seen it when he saw it! But now, once he thought of Hermione's words at noon, something was wrong with him.

Sometimes, a little worry will make people think more about certain situations; and certain thoughts will always make people uneasy.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then he wanted to look away for some reason. He suddenly felt that he was at a loss when facing Ginny.

Seeing that something wasn't right in Harry's eyes, Ginny was confused for a while. She had long been accustomed to the boy she had admired since she was a child and he didn't care about her, but what was going on now?

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