Magical Studies at Hogwarts

From the time she arrived at Barberton Village to the time she met Horace, Hermione didn't speak much and remained quiet, which made people inadvertently ignore her presence.

Not only Horace, but also Harry, his attention did not stop on Hermione a few times.

However, now everyone was looking at Hermione, who was still looking quiet. Harry was even more stunned, and his eyeballs seemed to pop out of their sockets.

"Ten...twelve o's?" Harry swallowed his own saliva and his voice trembled.

"Yes, twelve o's." Hermione smiled sweetly, tilted her head slightly, and nodded lightly at Harry.

"..."

Harry didn't know what to say. Even though he was well aware of Hermione's excellence, he never expected that she would get the highest ratings in all twelve subjects. This was the first time in the entire history of the OLS exam.

It rarely happens. There are still people who have obtained all twelve certificates. Bill and Percy have all done it, but even they are not as exaggerated as Hermione.

Horace took another sip of mead, but his slightly trembling hands revealed that he was actually not at peace in his heart. Dumbledore looked at his trembling hands with a smile, suddenly put down the wine glass, and stood up.

The son woke up Horace.

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

"No, I just wanted to borrow your bathroom. I drank too much mead today." Dumbledore said with a smile.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Horace's eyes, and he pointed in one direction and said: "Follow the foyer, and it's the second door on the left."

Dumbledore nodded slightly and walked out of the living room. After a while, there was a sound of closing the door. No one in the living room moved or spoke, and it became quiet for a while.

After a long while, Horace suddenly stood up and walked towards the burning fireplace, not knowing what he was looking for. Suddenly, he turned his head and glanced at Harry and Hermione who were looking at him curiously, turned around suddenly, and said loudly

: "Don't think I don't know why he brought you here!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other in confusion, having no idea what Horace meant by what he said. Horace was silent for a while after he finished speaking, and his eyes kept glancing back and forth at Harry and Hermione.

Suddenly, he sighed and said softly: "You look a lot like your father, Harry."

"Yes, others said so too." Harry glanced at Hermione doubtfully, and then turned to Horace.

"Just eyes, eyes..."

"Like my mother." Harry accepted the words naturally. His mind was completely confused and he had no idea what Horace wanted to say.

"Yes, Lily Evans." Horace said, "Although as a teacher, you should not be partial to your students, but I just prefer her."

"She is one of the smartest students I have ever taught. Lively and cute, a charming girl..." As he said, Horace glanced at Hermione who was looking at him with doubtful eyes, "I knew she was

As a Muggle-born, I couldn't believe it was true! I always thought that someone as outstanding as her must be a pureblood."

"I am also a Muggle-born." Hermione's voice sounded, with pride and a hint of unnoticeable disgust, "If I guess correctly, the guy who caused you a lot of trouble a few days ago is also a Muggle-born.

of."

Harry didn't hear it, but Horace did, and he quickly said: "No, no, no, I have no prejudice! It's just that compared to purebloods, there are still a few outstanding Muggle-born wizards..."

"Besides, didn't I just say that your mother is one of my favorite students in my life? There is also Dirk Cresswell, who is one level below her and is now the director of the Goblin Liaison Office.

Muggle-born."

As he spoke, he pointed to a photo frame on the wall, which showed a photo of him and a middle-aged wizard, both of whom were smiling happily.

Harry looked at the densely packed photos on the wall, some with Horace in them, some without, but all of them were signed and had a bright smile. When Horace saw this, he immediately introduced them enthusiastically.

"These are all my former students. You see, this is Barnabas Guffey, the editor of the Daily Prophet; and Ambrosio Froome of Honeydukes, every year on my birthday

He would always give me a gift basket."

"And this...this is Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies. If I want, I can get free tickets!"

"So, do these people know where to find you?"

"So, these are all the students you've taught?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one was curious, and the other was a little cold. Horace automatically ignored the cold one, coughed and replied: "Of course not, I haven't contacted anyone for a year..."

"However, cautious wizards are trying not to show up now. You also know what is going on right now. Those guys don't care about anything at all!"

"I admit that what Dumbledore said makes sense, but returning to Hogwarts at this time is tantamount to announcing that I am a supporter of the Order of the Phoenix! This... this is too dangerous..."

"You don't have to join the Order of the Phoenix to teach at Hogwarts," Harry said. "Most teachers are not members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they have not been killed."

"As long as Dumbledore is Headmaster, the guards at Hogwarts will be safer than most. There is no doubt that Hogwarts is the safest place now!"

"Besides, Voldemort is only afraid of him, isn't he?"

Horace shuddered when he heard this, and his expression became a little unnatural.

"Yes, He Who Must Not Be Named did not get any favors from Dumbledore, but a student of mine who works at the Ministry of Magic told me that that night at the Ministry of Magic, He Who Shall Not Be Named did not get any favors from Dumbledore.

The guy had a head-on confrontation with Dumbledore a few days ago..."

"But they failed, Dumbledore defeated them!" Harry said loudly, "I was there, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Horace glanced at Harry suspiciously, but did not refute, just murmured in a low voice: "Yes, I know that, my student told me... However, I also heard some rumors, the one who can't even name

The person mentioned is indeed not Dumbledore's opponent, but the remaining one is..."

"That's my opponent." Hermione said suddenly.

Horace was stunned when he heard this, with a look of disbelief on his face, as if to say, "You're kidding me."

"I said, that's my opponent." Hermione stood up with a serious expression. Suddenly, looming golden threads appeared around her, and a mysterious magic circle stepped on her feet at some point. This made Horace's face...

There was only surprise on his face.

"I will beat him!"