Vol 2 Chapter 835: Win over

"These wizards are noisy and have just competed with a large group of moles..." Alfred Crawford, who had left Allen, drove forward along the streets of Diagon Alley. He looked at the road because the Harris family had just been there. The ordinary wizards who cheered and talked excitedly at the news released at the press conference slandered and said that things were similar to what his master had imagined. If the Harris family rejected his final proposal, then he would execute the second according to the master’s instructions. Set of programs.
"The arrogant Harris family will be sanctioned sooner or later. These black hearts armed with such a powerful force in secret must have planned for a long time. They are a malignant tumor in the magical world. If they are not cleared soon, they will definitely endanger the entire magical world!" Marcus Flint took a bite to the ground bitterly, but the presence of Aurors around made him completely afraid to say these lines too loudly, and finally the complaint turned into a self-talking mumble.
"Master Marcus, please forgive me for taking the liberty. It is useless to discourage the Harris family to stop his development. We need to work together and discuss together before acting." Alfred faced his master's wife's family. The patriarch exhorted, "Please move to Bok Manor. We have arranged a banquet and are waiting for your visit."
Then, Alfred smoothly found Annet Bobin at the press conference where the crowd had not completely dispersed. After whispering, Annet Bobin touched his turquoise gemstone ring. He lifted his chin and raised the corners of his mouth with a cold snort.
Hogwarts was in class at this time, and the teachers and students at the school did not know what happened in Diagon Alley.
Although Harry didn't have a potions class, he walked towards the dark and cold potions class room underground. In the corridor outside the classroom, Harry hid behind the pillars and watched, waiting for the wizards in the classroom to dismiss.
"I strongly recommend that you review... the antidote chapter. In the next lesson, we will continue to explain the magical effect of cow dung stone... Now the get out of class is over." Slughorn's voice came from the classroom.
"Alys, this is not my little tail..." Slughorn called a fat Hufflepuff girl. The girl smiled at the professor who was packing the locker and ran back in two steps. A lizard-like tail forgotten on the processing table was taken away.
When Slughorn greeted the students, he keenly spotted Harry hiding behind the pillar, and his enthusiastic smile immediately filled his face: "Aha, see who came here! Harry, listen. It was said that when the devil attacked Miss Hermione Granger, Miss Ginny Weasley was beside her, and the fear of facing death was not something she should bear at her age. How is she now? Maybe let me give you some tranquilizer ?"
"She's fine, no one was hurt. Thank you for your concern, Professor." Harry shook his head and thanked him, and then pondered for a moment. He was a little nervous. He imitated Tom Riddle's question to Slughorn. , Asked, "Professor, can I ask you something?"
Without waiting for the other's consent, Harry had already walked into the potions classroom completely.
"Ask, kid, just ask." Slughorn carried his teaching aid kit in one hand and a few books in the other and walked towards Harry, in a posture of knowing everything and saying nothing.
"This time the incident in Diagon Alley made me understand... This time Ginny was fortunate not to be hurt by the devil, but if I encounter such a thing again in the future, with my current ability... So I went to the library these nights Forbidden book area..." Harry pressed his hand to a magic book, concealing his anxiety, "Professor, I read some materials about some rare magic..."
"If a person wants to be strong, the best way is to have someone who wants to protect." Slughorn nodded, and he thought about it and said enthusiastically, "If you want, Harry , We can use the weekend time and let me teach you a few easy to cast and practical little magic..."
"Thank you Professor, I really need your teaching." Harry said along the way, "For example, that rare magical material has bothered me for a long time."
The green eyes behind Harry's glasses stared at Slughorn with a good error. Slughorn's brows gradually frowned, and his body leaned forward slightly: "Well, what is that thing called?"
"I don't remember very well, that name is pretty slurred..." Harry lied. "So I was wondering, is there really some magic...professors can't teach students?"
The two originally looked at each other across the large potion handling table, but Slughorn lowered his head at this time: "I'm just Harry, the potion teacher. I think you'd better ask Snape this question. Professor, well, I think Professor Alan Harris is also very suitable, don’t you also have classes with him? Professor Harris seems to have no magic that cannot be taught."
Slughorn crossed Harry and wanted to leave, but Harry immediately turned around and continued: "Professor Ai... Professor Harris adopts hierarchical teaching according to everyone's different situations. He will not master the moment when the student hasn't mastered it. He taught new knowledge before his knowledge, so the teaching progress is different for everyone... If I ask Professor Harris about this, he will definitely not explain it to me, and Professor Snape is now Defensive Against the Dark Arts. The professor of the surgery class, but he and me are not very pleasing to the other person...I mean he is not like you, he will misunderstand me."
Harry's expression looked very sincere. Slughorn looked at Harry from the bottom up, and when he heard Harry's words, he put on a mask-like smile on his face.
"Yeah, where is light without darkness? The same is true for magic, and I always try to live on the bright side." Slughorn stared at Harry meaningfully. "I suggest you do the same."
After talking about Slughorn, he walked forward.
Harry immediately asked the sharp question without any concealment under the urgency, "Professor, when Tom Riddle asked you this question, did you answer the same way?"
Slughorn frowned and turned around in surprise and doubt, his hands in his long sleeves clenched into fists: "Did Dumbledore send you?"
Harry stared at the other person's angry look without blinking, unable to speak for a moment.
"Is it?" Slughorn asked. Seeing Harry's dazed appearance, Slughorn's robe flicked, turned angrily, walked angrily for a few steps, and then stopped again, without looking at him. Reminded Harry back, "Give you a piece of advice, Harry, you should stay away from these things you shouldn't care about, and let people like Dumbledore or Alan Harris take care of it."
Although it was still daytime, the Bok family mansion was brightly lit, and Hines walked to the room in the Bok Manor with an extraordinary fireplace. The base of the fireplace was paved with bricks and the bricks were kept clean. Red and bright again.
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 before, they were all the core figures of the pure-blood family that he had made with the Bok family.
"Master, the Harris family once again rejected our kindness." Alfred walked to the old wizard and reported on the events of the press conference. The room was silent, and there was a shelf on the shelf next to the fireplace. The table clock made a very pleasant sound, but Alfred didn't even dare to let out the atmosphere, waiting for Herbert Bock's orders.
"Looking at the relationship with the surname Rozier, we have given them many opportunities to choose, and they have done their best. Since they refuse to join in and have to stand on their own, we don't have to be polite." The old voice slowly sounded, "Command Going down to prepare for the dinner, today’s guests should be staying for a long time."
"I don't like Dumbledore and his style, but now in this situation, do we really have to go to him and contend with Harris?" Ben Bursted wiped the fleshy chin with his handkerchief. Khan, "If Harris really relies on the strength of that brat to be unreasonable...we have to rely on Dumbledore to control him."
"Little guys from the Burst family, rest assured, Harris now wants to rely on the demographic advantage of those mudbreds and hybrids to fight us, and according to their rhetoric and past style, they have to admit that they are pure blood in nature. I prefer to use the law instead of violating it. As long as we don’t give them a reason, Irving will not let his young son use violent methods to mold himself into the third Dark Lord.
Herbert Bok was in a wheelchair. A little bit laboriously tilted his head at Alfred, motioning to pour a glass of whiskey for the fat man who was scared by Allen just now, "After all, their surname is Harris, not Rozier."
"We need Dumbledore, but the greatest white wizard in the world is not a good choice. The conflict between us and him is also impossible to cooperate for a long time. You also know that the people who followed Dumbledore will not end up. Great, this old bee sacrifices others more than us..." a blond wizard with a high nose, thick eyebrows and a high forehead echoed, "but it's better than leaning on a mysterious person. The mysterious person is in school. I originally thought he had good potential, but the latter half-blood settled down and had no family to teach him. He relied on his talent to chaotically learn, maybe it was the practice of dark magic to drive him crazy, he is now a terrorist, there is nothing real Political ideas have never been within my consideration. I once thought about making Harris well, but it is a pity that these arrogant Germans not only refused to accept it, but also wanted to solve us at the root. This is absolutely intolerable!"
The green fire in the fireplace flashed, and the figure of Mr. Bokin with neatly combed and slick hair appeared in the fireplace. After greeting people around him, he sat quietly in his place, His expression is not as slick as when he was a shopkeeper.
"Paul~EbookFREE.me~How are your two daughters?" Herbert Bok moved his fingers in the wheelchair. "I'm sorry, that boy Borkin is incompetent. He has not been able to find a way to break the blood curse. The way, maybe before we drive Harris out of England, maybe you should let Daphne and Astoria go to that temple to try?"
"Thank you... Daphne has no sign yet, Astoria... But no, I didn't let my daughters join the Harris training class, let alone let them believe in Ravenclaw... Those Germans look down on it. We..." The high-nosed blond wizard turned and bowed slightly to Mr. Borkin who was silent, "We have to rely on ourselves, and we will continue to trouble Mr. Borkin..."
"You are too polite, Mr. Greengrass, I am sorry that I have not made any progress..." Borkin hurriedly responded, and then stood up to express his opinion: "The Harris family, in recent years, because of a genius in the family, family strength With rapid improvement, these remnants of Grindelwald have also joined together, but it is also because of this that they are too arrogant, and the ambition and appetite of the group of people who have been with the first generation of the Dark Lord are too much... They are as arrogant as the previous delusion to control the wizarding world and the Muggle world. This time they not only want to control the status and power they have gained in the magic world in the past few years, but also want to root us in the UK for thousands of years. The forces swallowed them all in one breath and replaced them all. But now they also gave us the handle...Since that stinky kid dares to teach black magic and dare to use undead creatures as a guardian force, we can use this as a reason, Use Dumbledore to bring Longbottom and Burns over the justice-imposed families who had no ambitions for power and have refused to cooperate with us to fight together against the Harris family."