Chapter 446： ?conversation

Dumbledore just finished speaking, and countless food suddenly appeared on the empty long table in front of everyone.

This time the auditorium became lively. The students who had been on the train all afternoon rushed to eat, especially the freshmen. Perhaps it was the first time they saw this kind of scene. They became special. Excited.

To be honest, Mike can't understand their behavior. After all, the food on the table within the specified time can be said to be almost unlimited, because the house elves of the back kitchen will continue to supplement, so there is no need for this.

But I don’t understand, I don’t understand, Mike is still very happy, because such a lively scene looks really enjoyable, and the auditorium today is even completely filled with laughter.

looked at the excitement for a while, and then Mike passed his gaze to the staff seat.

Mike had been paying attention to his arm when Dumbledore was speaking.

But unfortunately, there seemed to be some powerful shielding spell attached to it, so that even Mike couldn't detect Dumbledore's true situation.

It's just that from what Mike observed with the naked eye, Dumbledore's injuries have reached a very serious level.

After making this conclusion, the corners of Mike's mouth finally rose, and he was relieved to throw himself into the feast.

Happy time is always short. This buffet feast only lasted about half an hour and ended.

This time is a bit short for older students like Mike who are more socially motivated, but it is enough for those freshmen and lower grades. After all, their meals are really just meals, some freshmen with a small appetite Even after a banquet was eaten in ten minutes.

After all the food on the plate disappeared in front of everyone, Dumbledore slowly got up from his chair, came to the podium and said:

"Well, this feast is finally over. Now I really have a lot to say to you. First of all, it is still Mr. Filch's request. For his 404th request, I asked me to tell you that it is not allowed in the corridor. Messing around. Besides..."

Dumbledore started talking about the same precautions as he had done in previous years. Mike had no interest in it, so he looked away.

In a corner of the faculty seat, Professor Slughorn was pulling Foley to say something for the professor, seeming to be reminiscing about the past, but Professor Flevey’s expression looked a little impatient, obviously not. How willing to talk to Slughorn.

On the other side, Hagrid sat with Professor Trelawney in the divination class. This is really a strange thing, because Trelawney, a quirky witch, generally doesn’t leave her small attic. Even classes will take place in the classroom under her attic.

But this is understandable. After all, she was tortured by Umbridge last year and was almost driven out of Hogwarts, so now she wants to show her face a few more times and brush her presence. of.

"...Today, we welcome a new professor with great heart--Professor Slughorn!" Dumbledore's voice suddenly increased a lot, "He is a former colleague, after a while. After the discussion, he decided to return to his old profession and serve as the professor of potions at Hogwarts this year!"

Hearing this, Mike immediately smelled his reputation, and saw that Professor Slughorn, who was called by his name, was waving his hands to the students in the auditorium with a smile, and he was responding to the enthusiastic cheers of the students.

But what was embarrassing was that, let alone cheering in the audience, there was not even a little applause.

Nowadays, everyone is only concerned about one thing, that is, since Slughorn's arrival has taken away the position of potions professor, then where should Snape go?

The boy who was invited to lunch in Slytherin was about to applaud, but he was forcibly stopped by Draco.

Gradually, the muscles on Slughorn's face became stiff, and a hint of rich red was slowly rising to the earlobe.

Mike smiled when he saw it, then stood up and began to applaud.

His move caused the Ravenclaws around him to be taken aback, and almost reflexively stood up, and began to applaud with Mike.

Then, Hufflepuff, then Gryffindor, and finally there was sparse applause from the Slytherin table.

The expression on Slughorn's face became slightly better, he glanced at Mike gratefully, and then glared at Draco on Slytherin's side—they just moved him below. But I saw it all.

Dumbledore was still smiling and groaning. Looking at the thunderous applause hall, he suddenly raised the volume and said with a super high volume that overwhelmed all the applause present:

"At the same time, Professor Snape will be the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts for the next year!"

As soon as this statement came out, a very dramatic scene appeared.

Seeing that the auditorium, which was still thunderous with applause, suddenly fell silent, everyone's eyes widened and looked at Dumbledore with an incredible expression.

Snape moved. Instead of getting up to greet everyone like Slughorn, he sat lazily on his seat and waved expressionlessly.

Now the Slytherin table was a sensation. They slapped the table frantically and cheered loudly. Among them, Draco was the most excited. He climbed onto the table excitedly and kept waving his arms to the staff seats.

At this time, the students from other colleges finally reacted. Everyone gathered together and whispered, and the auditorium suddenly became as noisy as a vegetable market.

"Why are they so happy?" Franklin looked at the Slytherin table with a puzzled look. "I don't understand, is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor higher than the Potions professor?"

A Ravenclaw member of the mutual aid association replied:

"You know, Snape's dream is to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and now, he finally got his wish."

"That's it?"

"I guess so. Maybe they think Snape will give them more preferential treatment after becoming a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, otherwise they can't explain their behavior." Another Ravenclaw said, "But it's nothing. The big deal, after all, Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor couldn't last long. You must know that this position has been cursed, and no one can hold this position for more than a year.

But to be honest, this is ironic enough. A Death Eater turned out to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, ha ha ha! "

As soon as these words came out, there was a sneer at the Ravenclaw table.

At this time, Mike stared at Snape without a word. For some reason, he always felt that Snape was not happy at the moment, but looked a little irritable.

After letting the classmates go for a while, Dumbledore finally said again. This time he used an explosive spell to attract all kinds of attention, and then slowly said:

"I believe that everyone in this auditorium knows that Voldemort and his entourage are making waves everywhere and growing.

I need to emphasize that the current situation is very dangerous, and everyone at Hogwarts needs to be extremely cautious to ensure their safety.

The magical fortifications of the castle have been strengthened during the summer vacation, which allows us to be more effectively protected.

But every student of us still needs to be vigilant at all times. Here, I sincerely implore you to strictly abide by every safety rule set by the teachers, no matter how annoying the rules are, especially those who can’t sleep at night and like to walk around. student. "

Dumbledore paused when he said this, and his eyes swept over Harry's trio and Mike and others.

"Well, your beds are waiting for you, and they are as comfortable and warm as you expected." Dumbledore continued, "I know your top priority now is to rest well and prepare for class tomorrow, so let us say Good night."

After saying this, Dumbledore raised his wand with his intact arm, and the four long tables in the auditorium were neatly stacked on both sides, leaving a large open space.

The people who had lost their seats said goodbye to Dumbledore, and then walked neatly and slowly over their respective college lounges under the leadership of their grade leaders.

This year's school dinner is over. Many students are already yawning, especially some first- and second-year students who have been playing crazy all day. Now they can hardly open their eyes.

The professors have also begun to leave, and they have to prepare for tomorrow's class when they return tonight.

But Dumbledore continued to stand on the podium motionlessly, watching the students slowly leave the auditorium with a smile.

Until the last student disappeared, he extinguished the candles in the auditorium, turned and walked upstairs.

"Dumbledore, I think we need to talk."

There was an old voice suddenly in the darkness, Dumbledore's brow jumped, and he was taken aback for a moment before he said:

"Horace, is there anything I can't say tomorrow? You still have morning class tomorrow."

Professor Slughorn came out from the darkness and said with a serious expression:

"No, I must talk to you now!"

Dumbledore was silent. He stared at Slughorn. The two looked at each other for a long time before Dumbledore sighed:

"If you insist on this, then all right. Let's go to my office."

After speaking, Dumbledore turned and continued walking upstairs, while Slughorn followed him.

Both of them kept silent all the way, and Dumbledore walked very fast, which made Slughorn only trot all the way to keep up with his speed.

Soon, Slughorn's breathing began to become rapid.

may be to alleviate the embarrassment caused by silence, or simply to make Dumbledore notice him and slow down, Slughorn said:

"Hey, Dumbledore, are your hands okay? Would you like me to take a look, knowing that I am not only a potion master, but also good healing skills."

Hearing that Dumbledore's body stiffened, he instinctively tucked the wounded hand wrapped in the silk band into the sleeve of the robe.

"Thank you, Horace, but I don't need it anymore. Severus has already treated me and I believe it will be cured soon."

"Well...but...can you go slower? Phoo~ I can't keep up."

Dumbledore didn't reply, but slowed down calmly, which made Slughorn breathe a sigh of relief.

After experiencing the ‘long journey’, the two finally arrived at the principal’s office.

Slughorn collapsed on the sofa chair, breathing heavily, while Dumbledore poured a glass of water for him before sitting at his desk and whispered:

"Tell me, Horace, what are you going to talk to me about?"

"Thank you! Phoo~ This is really a life saver." Slughorn drank the water in his glass before saying, "MacTorry, Dumbledore, I want to talk to you about McTorry. "

Hearing the name, Dumbledore's expression froze before asking after a while:

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you know anything about the whereabouts of the Eliver family? Why does McTorley's Los Santos group publicly sell exclusive products of the Eliver family? What is the connection between the two?"

Dumbledore was silent, Slughorn waited for a long time without getting a reply, and finally muttered a little absent-mindedly:

"They... can't come back, right?"

"That's right."

"Mike killed them all?"

silence...

"Okay, I think I know." Slughorn said excitedly At the same time, he reached out his hand and took a sip from the refilled glass, but that hand was shaking slightly. As a result, ripples appeared on the water in the cup, "So Mike is really strong!"

Seeing Slughorn's excitement, Dumbledore frowned and said:

"Horace, give you a piece of advice, don't get too close to Mike, he is dangerous!"

"You mean he is a wicked villain?"

"Of course not, even the Avery family has a reason, and I can't blame him all."

"Isn't that all right? I think Mike is a good, good boy." Slughorn said with a smile, "Do you know how embarrassed I was when I was on stage just now? There are so many people, no one is alone. Welcome back to Hogwarts, even Slytherin, who was once the Dean!

And at that time Mike stood up and supported me. What a gentle move, isn't it? Dumbledore. "

Dumbledore didn't reply, he frowned, his deep eyes staring at Slughorn in front of him, and staring at the unknown existence in the dark.

But Slughorn's expression looked very relaxed. He got up to tidy up his appearance, and then slowly walked out of the principal's office, and said as he walked:

"Recover your injuries, Dumbledore, don't worry about me too much, I won't make the mistakes of the past."

With the creak of the door cup closing, the entire office fell into complete silence. Dumbledore slowly leaned back, leaning his entire body on the back of the chair, and sighed deeply.

"Oh~"