Vol 3 Chapter 513: Interview with Pig Head Bar

　　 As Astoria left, Jon turned around and took another look at the cabinet he had just locked. The meditation basin was locked in by him.
　　 There is no doubt that he just cheated Astoria.
　　 The fragmentary memories of Diana Greengrass, in fact, are not completely over—
But he had foreseen that the following plot would be a bit cruel, and worried that because of its content, Astoria would leave any psychological shadow...so he found a slightly botched reason in advance, manually ended all this, let They left the meditation basin early.
　　 The content in the memory of Mrs. Greengrass in the follow-up, no matter what it is, he will never let Astoria go to see it again.
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　　 But one thing is right. That is, he really has to go to the pig's head bar now, otherwise he would have let Rita Skeeter wait for too long.
　　 "Phineas, go and inform Professor Horace Slughorn and tell him that our guests are waiting for us at the Pig's Head Bar!" Jon whispered towards a picture on the wall.
　　 "I have already notified him!" Principal Phineas Black replied feebly: "Just after you promised the female reporter to interview him..."
　　 "Okay, thank you so much..." Jon nodded.
　　 "...Also, Armando, please tell the stone statue, don't let anyone into the principal's office in the next few hours." Jon then looked at another portrait.
　　 "No problem, Jon." Principal Armando Dupete straightened up and disappeared from the portrait.
　　 Only a "pop" was heard, and the principal's office door made of oak wood was slammed shut...At the same time, only the badger's first door knocker turned gently and autonomously, completely locking the door.
　　 After all this was done, Jon raised his wand and pointed to the fireplace.
　　 Golden flames suddenly appeared from the fireplace.
　　 grabbing a handful of Floo fans on the side, Jon Hart strode into the flames, and soon disappeared from the flames.
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　　 The environment of the pig's head bar is messier than Rita Skeeter imagined.
The female reporter looked at the tattered wooden sign hanging on the rusty bracket on the door, and painted the chopped pig's head. She couldn't help but feel the urge to vomit... As a "special person", her life Almost never set foot in such a bad public place.
　　 What’s worse is that the person I had made an appointment to meet here hasn’t shown up yet...
　　 In fact, she is already very impatient...
　　 "When will Principal Hart come over?" Rita Skeeter couldn't help but ask, looking at the weird hostess.
　　 The tall and thin old man just glared at her coldly without saying anything.
　　 Rita Skeeter only felt a tremor in her heart, and immediately fell silent. This weird old hostess was hard to deal with at first glance. She had to lower her head and watched the dirt accumulated for centuries on the stone-paved ground...
　　 Fortunately, this embarrassing situation did not last longer.
　　 I only heard a sound of footsteps at the door, and a bald old man who was as fat as a sea elephant rushed in.
　　 "Oh, my dear Aberforth..." Professor Horace Slughorn shouted enthusiastically when he saw the weird hostess.
　　 "Slaghorn..." The host just snorted coldly, with an expression that turned away thousands of miles away: "The person waiting for you is inside."
　　 "Okay, okay..." Horace Slughorn looked in a good mood and hurriedly laughed.
　　 Then, he turned his gaze to the inside of the bar and saw Miss Rita Skeeter who was waiting here anxiously.
　　 "Has Principal Hart not come yet?" Slughorn asked casually, looking around.
　　 "I think it's obvious." Rita Skeeter coughed slightly.
　　 "Okay, but it's okay..." Slughorn smiled indifferently and replied, "I, Horace Slughorn, can come to accept your interview first..."
　　 Although there was a lot of dissatisfaction in my heart before, Rita Skeeter was also interested in the inertia of a professional journalist.
　　 She quickly took out the notepad from the crocodile leather handbag.
　　 Since the previous shorthand quill had accidentally exploded at Albus Dumbledore’s funeral, this time Rita Skeeter took out an ordinary quill.
　　 She started asking Slughorn excitedly.
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　　 "When did you join the Order of the Phoenix?" Rita Skeeter asked impatiently.
　　 "I..." Horace Slughorn seemed to be taken aback by this question. He stammered and replied, "Probably... it's been... sixteen or seventeen years..."
"Oh, isn't it, it's been so long!" Rita Skeeter seemed to have discovered a new world, and while writing hard, she continued to ask: "What about the Death Eaters? I heard about the Death Eaters Have been trying to invite you to join all these years?"
"That's it~EbookFREE.me~Horace Slughorn's mood gradually calmed down a lot, and the answer was smoother: "There is no doubt that they have been trying this way for the past few decades. do. "
　　 "Then what makes you able to reject the Death Eaters' invitation, become a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and bravely break into the Death Eaters?" Rita Skeeter continued to ask excitedly.
　　 "Actually...it was a difficult decision..." Slughorn explained while pointing his fingers, "Prepare to say...it is related to one of my students..."
"Her name is Lily, Lily-Evans...my favorite student..." Slughorn's speech slowly slowed down: "Unparalleled talent...cute girl...all the words of praise are used in She is not too much..."
　　 "...but she died, and the mysterious man brutally killed her whole family... leaving her only child, Harry Potter as we know it." Slughorn wiped his tears:
　　 "It is for this reason... that finally made me able to make up my mind and stand on the opposite side of the mysterious people and the Death Eaters..."
　　 Rita Skeeter's right hand is writing quickly, I am afraid she regrets more than ever before, why didn't she buy another shorthand quill.
　　 "So what is life inside the Death Eaters?" she asked nervously.
"To be honest, I still have some prestige among the Death Eaters. After all, I was the Dean of Slytherin." Horace Slughorn replied, "This helps me get in touch with Death Eaters. Just some high-level news..."