"I've seen your transcript and I agree with that fact," he said.

"Honestly, 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 candidates, even though his former pupil Severus Snape offered 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 at that time, and there were also children. Sirius, that's a very 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, 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 for 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 loved 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 an unusual knack for selecting 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 these contacts brought to him and could also give back to his students."

Harry immediately thought of another man, John Wick.

Unlike Slughorn, John's connections were 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 that.”

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

His palms were sweating.

Dumbledore stopped at the church door. He looked at Harry and said calmly, "You have been subscribing to the Daily Prophet for the past two weeks, 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 Society of Stars?" Dumbledore said calmly.

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

He suddenly remembered that there was not a single thing about the Star Club reported 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, "Diversion."

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.

The battlefield will be moved to Hogwarts.

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

In the group chat of Qunxing Community.

Fleur seems to be in love.

This matter seems strange to the Star Club.

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

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 him why.

The reason is still work.

Bill was from the Order of the Phoenix, and Fleur was from the Order of the Stars.

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

Furong worked at Silver Hand 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 regretted not looking for Cedric, Bill happened to look for his brother and understand the conflict between him and his father.

It was at that time that the two men 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: "..."

Fleur's love history was revealed, and there was no such thing as shyness.

She said openly: "Bill is not involved in too many things in 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 refresher, "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 say anything.

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

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

"I knew his excellence could impress you." Fleur 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're still so lovable from the bottom of my heart, John."

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

Perhaps it was the bold and unusual passion of France that allowed these words to come out of Fleur's mouth.

The Greengrass home on the other side.

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

Chapter 417 John’s achievements

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

His grades should be here.

Upon arrival the next day, 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.

With no other choice, the owl had no choice but to give in to Basil.

Riddle stayed aloof on top of the wardrobe. Tom wanted to get close to him, but unfortunately he wasn't 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 scores are as follows;

Astronomy: O

Care of Magical Creatures: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

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