Chapter 430

"... that black eagle is so beautiful!"

Harry was startled by the sudden sound. He turned around in surprise and found a fat little old man standing behind him.

It was Horace Slughorn, who moved into Hogwarts Castle early because of Maka's invitation.

"You, hello?" Harry said subconsciously. "Excuse me -"

Before he finished, his sight crossed the fat old man's shoulder and stopped at the door that was opened again. There, Qiu Zhang of Ravenclaw college was carrying a package into the shed.

"Ah, Miss Zhang?" Harrington ignored the fat old man Slughorn. "That... Um... Good morning!"

"Oh, as like as two peas, you must be Harry Porter! Yes, absolutely!" slag Horn's face must be thick as the outer wall of Hogwarts castle. He ignored Harry's unconcerned and said no more. He stretched out his hand and forced him to take his shoulder. "It's so much alike that you and your father are exactly alike."

"Ah?" Harry was stunned. Seeing that Slughorn's slightly bloated head took his eyes seriously, he had to put his eyes back on each other's face, "Er, you know me..."

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn said happily, still unaware of Harry's careful thinking. "It's just not like your eyes, right - your eyes -"

"Like my mother, I know," Harry said reluctantly. "A lot of people say that. I must have heard it more than ten times."

Behind Slughorn, Cho was peeking this way. But probably because Slughorn was so tough, she couldn't help feeling that she had better not say hello to Harry at this time to avoid being involved.

"So... Sir, do you know my parents?" Harry was so caught by Slughorn that he had to go on.

"Oh yes! James Potter and Lily Evans are my students. But... Well, as a teacher, you shouldn't have a preference for a student..." Slughorn recalled slightly, "but I just prefer your mother."

"Miss Evans, she must be the smartest among the students I have taught. She is kind, lively and lovely. She is a good girl who fascinates other boys."

"... in fact, I often told her that she should be in my college. But every time she gave me an answer, she was not polite -" Slughorn shook his head and said, "well, what a pity."

"You used to be a professor at Hogwarts?" Harry said in surprise. "Which college are you in?"

"Slytherin," Slughorn said proudly, "I was the dean of Slytherin college."

"Oh, really?" Harry immediately lost interest.

"Hey, come on!" Slughorn shook his short index finger as soon as he saw the expression on Harry's face. "You must be a Gryffindor like her? I know Gryffindor and Slytherin have been difficult to deal with, but you'd better not be prejudiced against Slytherin. Aren't all colleges in Hogwarts?"

"Yes, that's right," Harry echoed with interest,

"Ah --" Slughorn obviously refused to give up, "you see! That... Um, that McClane, I remember he was first assigned to Hufflepuff? But he has a good relationship with your current Dean Slytherin --"

"So what?" Harry asked.

"Eh?" Slughorn showed a burst of surprise inexplicably. "I thought your students should admire that McClain - shouldn't you take him as an example?"

"That's not what you said!" Harry stressed. "Marca never let us blindly follow his footsteps. On the contrary, he often let us try to think for ourselves!"

Although they are often confused about it - of course Harry won't mention it, because he knows that it is his own lack of ability.

"Ha, is that so?" Slughorn blinked, with a faint flash of embarrassment on his face, which was soon swallowed by his thick skin.

In fact, he ran into Harry in the owl shed, although it was really just a coincidence. But in terms of his personality and habits, in fact, he had been staring at Harry for the first time.

To put it bluntly, Slughorn is a good talent collector. Harry, a student with the title of Savior, can't stand what he misses.

For Maka, he already knew clearly that he could not collect such an unprecedented super genius. But for Harry, he took the opportunity to join his talent club.

However, this accidental first face-to-face contact seemed to end in a bad ending.

After Harry said that, he immediately left "I'm still busy" and bypassed Slughorn and left the owl shed.

In addition to the fact that he couldn't bear much affection for the fat old man, another reason was that Qiu Zhang had left first after sending letters.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Harry hurried a few steps and caught up with each other. "I'm so sorry just now. I blame that strange old man for failing to say hello to you!"

"Oh, good morning!" Qiu, who was walking on the spiral stairs, nodded politely. "It doesn't matter. I should say I'm sorry. That gentleman scared me... But who is he?"

"... listen to him, um... It seems to be a former professor." Harry suddenly felt that his mouth didn't seem very sharp today.

"Oh, really?" Qiu blinked. "Seriously, I didn't expect someone in the shed so early... If I hadn't suddenly remembered that today was my mother's birthday, I wouldn't have come early in the morning."

"Um... Ah..."

Harry groaned, his head in a mess.

Cho Chang is an Asian girl with long black hair. Her tenderness and beauty are obvious to all. It is such a beautiful girl who is like water and tenderness, but she is quite active in the Quidditch field. Among the students of all grades in Hogwarts, she is quite popular.

To put it bluntly, Harry really wanted to create a good atmosphere with some more interesting words to wash away the unhappiness he got from Slughorn.

But he found that his mind was full of the big face of the fat old man.

"I mean... Um... The weather," Harry suddenly pointed out his finger and pointed to the window opening by the stairs. "What a nice day today?"

Oh, my God! What the hell is he talking about at this stall? While embarrassed by his words, Harry felt his insides churn.

"Yes, it's a nice day." Qiu yawned and said lazily, "it's just suitable for Quidditch training... But seriously, he was tossed by McLean last night, and I can't get up today!"

"Well..."

Harry nodded subconsciously, but Qiu seemed to think of something, and his sleep disappeared immediately. She glanced at Harry a little flustered and relieved to find that the other party didn't seem to notice the ambiguity.

Why don't girls generally be a little earlier than boys? This is particularly evident in Harry.

"By the way, will your Gryffindor team change this year? I heard from my friend yesterday that someone proposed to let you be elected captain!" in order to get rid of the topic, Qiu randomly picked an interesting story to cover up the past.

"How?" said Harry imperceptibly, still hesitating. "Captain Quidditch... Well... Isn't it always held by sixth and seventh graders?"

"Ha, I just say..." Qiu casually said, "in fact, I don't think it's too much to let you be the captain. You fly very well."

"She said I was great!"

Harry's confused head flashed only such a sentence, and then he inadvertently glanced at Qiu's face, but he was stunned to find the girl's cheeks flushed.

"Oh!" Harry blinked, a little flustered. "Does she... Like me?"

Because of this unintentional coincidence and the polite words of a girl to cover up embarrassment, a heart flower named "illusion" bloomed on the fresh flower vine in Harry's love.

When the two men came to the corridor leading to the west side of the main castle, Qiu immediately said goodbye and left Harry with a slight trembling heart at the corner of the corridor.

"I'm going this way... Well, goodbye then, Harry."

"Ah, oh... OK, OK, bye."

Harry walked on, but his heart was full of the smile that the other party smiled at him when he and Qiu parted.

"No, no, no..." Harry shook his head hard. "As he had thought before, this is not the time to talk about likes and dislikes! Even if Qiu likes me... Even if Qiu likes me..."

He muttered not so firmly, and finally tilted his head and muttered, "even if... Like me? One of the most popular girls among boys actually likes me? Merlin's... What..."

"No?" Harry said to himself, suddenly staring. "She's not with Cedric -"

"What happened to Cedric?"

Suddenly, he was awakened by a familiar voice. When he came back, he finally found that he had unknowingly come to the auditorium.

In front of him, Ron, holding a roast sausage in his hand, was looking at him happily, with a greasy luster on his lips.

"What are you thinking?" asked Ron with a bulging mouth.