The young masters of the Hohenheim and Teforler families seemed to be looking forward to this private duel, and they quickly decided on the time and place, and then continued to stare at each other and separated.

Come to think of it, it is obvious that going straight will make people's emotions more vented than moving their mouths.

"Hey, buddy - no one is going to bother us now. Come on, let's find a place to talk. ”

When the guy from the Tefler family completely disappeared from sight, the fat young master suddenly changed into a happy expression and greeted Maca with a grin.

There's still something going on on Maca's side, and he needs to take a closer look at the various forces that have gathered today. You know, no matter what time of the day, the richer the information, the better.

However, the fat man's arm was once again hooked on Maca's shoulder, and without saying a word, he dragged him towards the castle.

"Master Hohenheim, I can say it first, I still have something to do in the evening, but I can't accompany you to the duel." Maca hurriedly reminded helplessly.

"Huh?" When the fat young master heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly shook his head with a laugh, "Do you think I'm going to ask you to be my dueling assistant?" No, no, no, I don't have that intention! ”

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, let him wait tonight!" If you can make him wait for half the night, it will be fun! ”

"Oh?" Maka was surprised, "Look at the way you just looked, I thought you were really interested in duels between wizards?" ”

Judging from the situation he had observed just now, this fat young master didn't look like a scheming person no matter how he looked at it. But who knows, there is still a bag of bad water hidden in his fat belly.

But how did he feel so familiar with the act of taking the initiative to invite a duel and then releasing other pigeons?

"I'll tell you," the fat young master said with a wink, "My old man has only taught me a lot of knowledge about alchemy, and my level of magic is really average - don't look at the silent floating spell I just now seems to be very smooth, in fact, it is usually practiced by helping the old man at home!" ”

When Maca heard this, she had some understanding in her heart.

"Is your father planning to let you participate in an alchemy competition?" He asked, "You're Mr. Hohenheim's son, so you must be pretty good at alchemy, right?" ”

"Gee, at least I feel average." The fat young master scratched his belly, and finally let go of the big thick arm that was pressing on Maca's shoulder, "From the books that the old man showed me, I can know that the knowledge points of this subject are full of gaps, and it is not easy to learn well-"

"Really?" Maca thought for a moment and said, "To be honest, I've also gotten a lot of alchemy-related books and studied them a few times. Want me to see ......"

It can be seen that this fat man is always a little unserious in other things, and he often thinks about one play after another, making people wonder what he will do next. But in alchemy, he behaved very realistically, and his speech was also clear and not chaotic at all.

As he and Maca walked and talked, Fanny followed Maca all the way forward, as before. But seeing that her gaze is always wandering around, you can understand that she really refuses to let go at all.

According to Maca, tonight was the key to the trip. But as a qualified collaborator, she should always stay focused and pay attention to everyone she sees, which is what she should do.

Prudence is the number one priority – this is one of the reasons why Fanny has always been able to stay behind in the family business, and it is also her motto in this life.

……

In the evening, Hogwarts Castle.

Harry, who was teased by Hermione and Ron, looked a little nervous. After listening to Hermione's analysis at noon, he took advantage of the distraction time in class to ponder it carefully.

Yes, Ginny is indeed a very good girl. This is true for himself and for others. But perhaps because she was Ron's sister, Harry hadn't thought about it properly...... Well, if Ginny becomes her girlfriend, what will happen in the end?

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

In the final analysis, it was because there had never been any ambiguity between him and Ginny. Without a proper beginning, the rest of the story can't be carried out logically.

"Maybe I should really go and try it?"

Ron had hurried to the bathroom as soon as he got out of class, and now Harry was walking alone in the hallway, and he was thinking about it alone, and subconsciously began to talk to himself.

Coincidentally, this sentence was heard by an old man who likes to see stitches.

"Oh! Mr. Potter? A voice rang out from behind Harry, causing him to jump forward, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" However, if you have any troubles, as an old man who has already experienced a lot of things, I am willing to answer some small questions in life for you! ”

Harry looked back to see Slughorn, the current Potions professor, standing behind him, his bald head glinting with wisdom.

"Oh, no...... I don't think so, thanks! Harry waved his hands hurriedly.

Joke? He did have some troubles, but if he wanted to ask a bald old man about love, it would be better to go directly to Ginny to face the exciting life!

"Really?" Slughorn said with a look of pity, "You know, I've always been very helpful, especially with a particularly good kid like you. You and Miss Granger are both smart, she's more of a theoretic, and you're more of an actionist. You see, I also heard that you not only won the Triwizard Cup, but also killed the fire dragon in the game? This is not something that ordinary wizards can do! ”

"Uh...... Thanks, but I'm not as great as you say. "Harry just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, as far away as possible from this unscrupulous boss who had suddenly come out to eavesdrop.

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

Slughorn was surprisingly thick-skinned, and he knew that Harry's first impression of him was not good. But so what? You must know that impressions can be changed through facts, and he must find a way to win over this potential stock.

Many people may only remember Maca's feat of single-handedly killing the two Dark Lords, but he has not forgotten the past when Harry killed Voldemort once when he was a baby.

McKellen was indeed good, but it was too good. Now that he is also a professor at Hogwarts, and he is so prosperous that he has long exceeded the scope of cultivation, how can this little Potter be so suitable?

"Do you need me to add some lessons to your own class? I think that with your talents, you will not be able to satisfy your thirst for knowledge by taking classes step by step with other students. Trust me, you can be better! ”

Slughorn had been wondering what he could do to attract the young wizard, and this time he tried to use more knowledge.

In his short teaching career, Slughorn has met many types of talented people, some of whom are dissatisfied with the knowledge they have accessed. Among these people, the most prominent is Tom Riddle back then, who later became Voldemort.

If this was said to Hermione, it might have a good effect, but if it was applied to Harry, it would only be counterproductive.

When Harry heard this, he hurriedly took a few more steps back, and in a series of "sorrys", he hurried out of the place.

"Hmm......" Slughorn shrugged disapprovingly, "isn't that the right way to do it?" So...... Try another one next time......"

Harry was distressed by the old man who kept his eyes on him. In a trot, he gradually caught up with the large group back to the common room, and it was only then that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something?"

Harry thought as he followed the rest of his classmates to open the portrait of the fat lady and walk into the Gryffindor common room. As soon as he entered, he caught a glimpse of a figure with long brown-red hair, which reminded him of what he had just been thinking.

"Uh, should I go and have a few words with her?" Harry's footsteps immediately stopped.

"Oops!"

As soon as he stopped, Colin Creevey, who had come in after him, slammed into his back, and then stumbled to the floor of the break room.

Colin, a small man, usually tinkers with his camera when he's fine, even when walking. For this reason, he has suffered several times, but he still has not changed in the slightest.

Harry hurriedly turned around, then helped him up apologetically.

"Are you alright?"

He asked, wondering if Ginny would look at it, and then he couldn't help but glance back again. It was this glance that his gaze collided with Ginny's.

In the old days, Harry wouldn't have thought much about it, and when he saw it, he saw it! But now, once he remembered Hermione's noon words, his whole person was wrong.

Sometimes, the slightest thing on the mind can make people think more about certain situations; And some thoughts will always make people uneasy.

Harry froze for a moment, then somehow tried to look away. He suddenly felt that when he faced Ginny, he was suddenly at a loss.

Seeing that Harry's eyes were not quite right, Ginny was puzzled for a while. For this boy she has admired since she was a child, she has long been accustomed to the feeling that the other party doesn't care about her, but what is going on now?