"These wizards are making a lot of noise, it's like a big bunch of moles..."Alfred Crawford, who had left Allen, hurried straight down the streets of Diagon Alley, looking at the ordinary wizards on the road who were cheering and talking excitedly about the news that the Harris family had just announced at the press conference, and said that things were similar to what his master had envisioned, and that if the Harris family rejected his last offer, then he would carry out the second plan as his master had ordered.

"The arrogant Harris family will be sanctioned sooner or later, these black hearts are secretly arming such a powerful force, they must have planned a long time ago, they are a cancer in the wizarding world, if they are not eliminated as soon as possible, they will definitely endanger the entire wizarding world!" Marcus Flint snorted hatefully on the ground, but the presence of the Aurors around him made him dare not say these lines too loudly, and finally complained into a small muttering like talking to himself.

"Young Master Marcus, please forgive me for my presumptuousness, it is useless to try to stop the Harris family from developing. We need to work together before we act. Alfred reassured the current patriarch of his master's wife's family, "Please move to Bock Manor, we have arranged a banquet and are waiting for your visit." ”

Then, Alfred successfully found Annette Bobin at the press conference where the crowd had not completely dispersed, and after whispering, Annette Bobin touched his turquoise ring, raised his chin, and hooked the corners of his mouth with a cold snort.

At this time, Hogwarts was in session, and the teachers and students at the school were unaware of what was happening in Diagon Alley.

Even though Harry didn't have a Potions class, he walked to the Potions classroom, which was located in the cold underground. In the hallway outside the classroom, Harry hid behind a pillar and watched, waiting for the wizards in the classroom to finish.

"I strongly recommend that you refresh your ...... In the chapter on antidote, we will continue to explain the miraculous effects of cow dung stone in the next lesson...... Classes are out now. Slughorn's voice came from inside the classroom.

"Alish, this isn't my little tail..."Slughorn stopped a fat Hufflepuff girl, who smiled meaninglessly at the professor who was cleaning up the cupboard, and ran back in three or two steps to take a lizard-like tail that had been forgotten on the processing table.

When Slughorn greeted the students, he keenly spotted Harry hiding behind the pillar, and a warm smile immediately appeared on his face: "Aha, look who is here!" Harry, I heard that Miss Ginny Weasley was right next to Miss Hermione Granger when she heard that the devil attacked Miss Hermione Granger, and the fear of death is not something she should bear at her age, how is she doing now? Maybe let me give you some tranquilizer?"

"She's fine, no one is hurt. Thank you for your concern, Professor. Harry shook his head in thanks, and then groaned, his heart was a little apprehensive, and he imitated Tom Riddle's question to Slughorn, and asked, "Professor, can I ask you something?"

Before he could say yes, Harry had already fully walked into the Potions classroom.

"Ask, boy, just ask. Slughorn walked towards Harry with his teaching aid box in one hand and a few books in the other, with a gesture of knowing everything.

"What happened in Diagon Alley made me understand... This time Ginny was lucky not to be hurt by the devil, but if something like this happens again in the future, with my current ability... So I went to the forbidden section of the library these nights...... Harry's hand pressed to a magic book, hiding his apprehension, "Professor, I read some material about some kind of rare magic......"

"The best way for a person to become strong is to have someone they want to protect. Slughorn nodded, he thought for a moment and said enthusiastically, "If you'd like, Harry, we could use the weekend to teach you a few little spells that are easy to cast and more useful..."

"Thank you, Professor, I really need your teaching. Harry said, "That rare magical material, for example, has bothered me for a long time. ”

The green eyes behind Harry's glasses stared at Slughorn for a good time, Slughorn's brow gradually furrowed, and his body leaned forward slightly: "Well, what's that thing called?"

"I don't remember exactly, it's a tongue-in-cheek name," Harry lied, "so I wondered if there was some magic... Professors can't teach students?"

The two of them were looking at each other across the wide potions processing table, but Slughorn lowered his head at this time: "I'm just Potions teacher Harry, I think you'd better ask Professor Snape about this question, well, I think Professor Alan Harris is also a good fit, don't you also take classes with him? Professor Harris doesn't seem to have any magic that can't be taught." ”

Slughorn crossed Harry and tried to leave, but Harry immediately turned around and continued, "Ai... Professor Harris teaches in a hierarchical manner according to each person's different situation, and he does not teach new knowledge before students have mastered what they should be mastering at the moment, so the pace of teaching is different for everyone... If I were to ask Professor Harris about this, he wouldn't explain it to me, and Professor Snape, though he is now a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, doesn't look at each other very well... I mean he's not like you, he's going to misunderstand me. ”

Harry's expression looked sincere, and Slughorn's gaze looked at Harry from the bottom up, and a mask-like smile appeared on his face when he heard Harry's words.

"Yes, where is there light without darkness? The same is true of magic, and I always try to live on the light side. Slughorn stared at Harry meaningfully, "I suggest you do the same. ”

With that, Slughorn walked forward.

Harry then asked the pointed question in a hurry, unabashedly, "Professor, did you answer that when Tom Riddle asked you this question?"

Slughorn frowned, turned around in surprise and confusion, and the hand in his long sleeve clenched into a fist: "Did Dumbledore send you?"

Harry looked at the other man's angry look without blinking, and was speechless for a moment.

"Isn't it?" Slughorn asked, looking at Harry's stunned appearance, Slughorn's robe flicked, turned around angrily, walked a few steps in a huff, and suddenly stopped and reminded Harry without looking back, "A word of advice, Harry, you should stay away from these things that you shouldn't care about, and let people like Dumbledore or Alan Harris take care of it themselves." ”

Although it was still daytime, the Bock family mansion was brightly lit, and Hines walked to the room in the Burke manor with an unusually large fireplace, the base of which was paved with bricks, and the bricks were kept clean and red.

An old wizard was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the fireplace, and several well-dressed wizards were sitting around Herbert Bock. Alfred nodded to the wizards he had invited earlier, all of whom were at the heart of the pure-blood family who had befriended the Burke family.

"Sir, the Harris family has once again rejected our overtures. Alfred walked up to the old wizard and reported what had just happened at the press conference, and the room was silent, and on the shelf next to the fireplace was a table clock, which made a pleasant ticking sound, but Alfred did not even dare to speak out, waiting for Herbert Bock's orders.

"In the relationship with the surname Rozier, we have given them many opportunities to choose, and we have done our best, and since they refuse to join and have to stand on their own, we don't have to be polite. The old man's voice sounded slowly, "Tell me to go down and prepare the dinner, today's guests should be staying for a long time." ”

"I don't like Dumbledore and his style, but now that we're in this situation, are we really going to have to turn to him and fight Harris?" Birdside wiped the sweat from his fleshy chin with his handkerchief, "If Harris really relies on that stinky boy's strength to be unreasonable... We'll have to rely on Dumbledore to keep him under control. ”

"Rest assured, little fellow of the Birds, Harris now wants to rely on the demographic superiority of those mudbloods and mongrels against us, and according to their rhetoric and past style, they have to admit that they are still pure-bloods in nature, preferring to use the law rather than breaking it, and as long as we don't give them a reason, Owen will not let his youngest son use violent methods to portray himself as the third Dark Lord. Herbert Bock tilted his head at Alfred in his wheelchair with a little difficulty, and motioned to pour a glass of whiskey for the fat man who had been a little frightened by Allen, "Their last name is Harris, not Rozier, after all." ”

"We need Dumbledore, but the greatest white wizard in the world is not a good choice, and the conflict between us and him is unlikely to last long, and you know that those who follow Dumbledore will not end well, this old bee can sacrifice others much more ruthlessly than us...", a blonde wizard with a high nose and thick eyebrows and a high forehead chimed in. But it's better than leaning on the mystery man, the mystery man went to school when I thought he had good potential, but the latter half-breed broke down and didn't have a family to teach him, he relied on his talent to learn randomly, maybe he practiced some black magic to drive himself crazy, he is now a terrorist, he has no real political ideas, never within the scope of my consideration, I once thought about befriending Harris, but unfortunately this group of arrogant Germans not only did not accept, but also wanted to solve us from the root, this is absolutely intolerable!"

The green light of the fireplace flickered, and the figure of Mr. Bogin, with neatly combed and oily hair, appeared in the fireplace, and after greeting the people around him, he sat quietly in his place, and the expression on his face was not at all as oily as he was the owner.

"Paul, how are your two daughters doing?" Herbert Bock gestured his finger in his wheelchair, "I'm sorry, that boy at Bogin is incompetent and hasn't been able to find a way to break the Blood Curse, maybe you should let Daphne and Astoria go to that temple before we get Harris out of England?"

"Thank you... Daphne hasn't shown any signs yet, Astoria... But no, I didn't let my daughters join Harris Camp, and I wouldn't let them believe in any Ravenclaw... Those Germans look down on us...", the high-nosed blonde wizard turned to Mr. Borgin who was silent, bowing slightly, "We're going to have to rely on ourselves, and we're going to have to keep troublesome Mr. Borgin after that..."

"You're too polite, Mr. Greengrass, I'm sorry that there hasn't been progress..."Bo Jin hurriedly returned the salute, and then got up again to express his opinion: "The Harris family, in recent years, because of a genius in the family, the strength of the family has increased rapidly, and these remnants of Grindelwald have also come together again, but because of this, they are too arrogant, and the ambition and appetite of the group of people who have followed the first generation of the Dark Lord have been raised too big... As arrogant as they were in the past when they wanted to control the wizarding world and the Muggle world, this time they not only wanted to control the status and power they had gained in the wizarding world in the past few years, but also wanted to swallow all of us who had been rooted in Britain for thousands of years, and then replace them all with their people. But now they've given us the handle, too... Since that stinky little imp dares to teach dark magic, and dares to blatantly use the undead as guardian power, we can use this as a reason to use Dumbledore to bring together Longbottom, Bones, and other families who have no ambition for power and have always refused to cooperate with us in an overly righteous manner, to fight against the Harris family. ”