From the time she came to Badley Barberton's village to the time she met Horace, Hermione didn't say much, and kept her quiet, which made people inadvertently ignore her presence.

Not only Horace, but even Harry, his attention didn't linger on Hermione a few times.

However, now that everyone looked at Hermione, who was still quiet, Harry was even more dumbfounded, as if a pair of eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Ten...... Twelve o's? Harry swallowed his own saliva, his voice shaking.

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

“……”

Harry didn't know what to say, even though he knew that Hermione was so good, he didn't expect her to get the highest rating in all twelve subjects, which was rare in the entire history of the owls exam. There are still people who have got all twelve certificates, Bill and Percy have done it, but even they are not as exaggerated as Hermione!

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

"You're leaving?" He asked.

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

A hint of disappointment flashed in Horace's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to point in a direction and said, "Follow the foyer, and the second door on the left is." ”

Dumbledore nodded lightly and walked out of the living room, and a moment later, there was a sound of the door closing. No one in the living room moved, no one spoke, and it was quiet for a while.

After a long moment, Horace suddenly stood up and walked to the burning fireplace, not knowing what he was looking for. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Harry and Hermione, who were looking at him curiously, turned abruptly, and said loudly, "Don't think I don't know what he brought you here for!" ”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, completely unaware of what Horace meant. Horace was silent for a few moments, his eyes constantly scanning Harry and Hermione.

Suddenly, he sighed and whispered, "You look a lot like your father, Harry. ”

"Yes, that's what others say." Harry gave Hermione a puzzled look before turning to Horace.

"Just the eyes, the eyes ......"

"Like my mother." Harry took over naturally, his mind was a complete mess, and he had no idea what Horace was trying to say.

"yes, Lily Evans." "As a teacher, you shouldn't be partial to your students, but I just like her. ”

"She was one of the smartest students I've ever taught. Lively and lovely, a charming girl......" as she spoke, Holas glared at Hermione who was looking at him with puzzled eyes, "I couldn't believe it was true when I knew she was Muggle-born!" I've always felt that someone as good as her must be a pureblood. ”

"I'm also from Muggle origin." Hermione's voice rang out, with pride and a hint of imperceptible disgust, "If I'm not mistaken, the guy who made you suffer a lot the other day is also Muggle-born. ”

Harry didn't hear it, but Horace did, and he quickly said, "No, no, no, I'm not biased!" It's just that compared to purebloods, Muggle-born wizards are still a little ......"

"And, didn't I just say that your mother was one of my favorite students in my life? There is also Dirk Chryswell, who is one level below her, and is now the head of the Elven Liaison Office, who is also Muggle-born. ”

As he spoke, he reached out to a picture frame on the wall of a picture of him with a middle-aged wizard, both of whom were smiling happily.

Harry looked at the dense array of photographs on the wall, some of them were Horace's and some of them were not, but none of them were signed and his smile was very bright. Seeing this, Horace immediately enthusiastically introduced.

"These are all former students of mine. You see, this is Barnabas Gufe, editor of the Daily Prophet; And Ambrosius Froome of the Duke of Honey, who gave me a gift basket every year on my birthday. ”

"And this one...... This is Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpy team, and I can get a ticket for no money if I want to! ”

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

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

Two voices rang out at the same time, one curious, the other a little cold. Horas automatically ignored the somewhat cold one when he heard this, coughed and replied, "Of course not, I haven't contacted anyone for a year......

"However, the cautious wizards are trying not to show their heads now, and you know what the situation is at the moment, those guys don't care about anything at all!"

"I'll admit that Dumbledore has a point, but to return to Hogwarts at this time is to declare that I am a supporter of the Order of the Phoenix! This...... It's too dangerous......"

"If you come to Hogwarts to teach, you don't necessarily have to join the Order of the Phoenix." "Most of the teachers weren't members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they weren't killed. ”

"As long as Dumbledore is Headmaster, the staff at Hogwarts will be safer than most. Without a doubt, Hogwarts is the safest place to be! ”

"Besides, Voldemort was only afraid of him alone, wasn't he?"

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

"Yes, it's true that the guy who can't even mention his name hasn't been courted by Dumbledore, but one of my students at the Ministry of Magic told me that the guy who couldn't even mention his name at the Ministry of Magic that night had a head-to-head fight with the guy and Dumbledore the other day......"

"But they failed, and Dumbledore defeated them!" Harry exclaimed, "I'm here, I saw it with my own eyes!" ”

Horace gave Harry a suspicious look, but didn't refute, just muttered, "yes, I know, my student told me...... However, I have also heard rumors that the person whose name cannot even be mentioned is indeed not Dumbledore's opponent, but the rest is ......"

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

Horace was stunned for a moment, with an incredulous look on his face, as if to say, "You're kidding me."

"I said, that's my opponent." Hermione stood up, her expression serious, and a faint golden thread suddenly appeared around her, and an esoteric magic array stepped under her feet at some point, which left only surprise on Horace's face.

"I'll beat him!"