In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

The dinner party is coming to an end.

And every wizard here knows very well that the gentleman has one more important thing that he has not announced yet.

On the high platform, the teachers and students who had not seen each other for a long time seemed to be chatting happily. No one dared to urge that it was already very late and it was time for everyone to go back to bed. As long as the husband did not speak, the dinner would never end.

Finally, the wizard next to the high platform heard the gentleman's casual words.

"When you come to me, just be the Minister of Magic for the time being, teacher. It just so happened that Connelly had just talked to me and he felt that he was not capable of managing the Ministry of Magic."

The wizards who heard this sentence all had a slight expression on their faces, but soon they all reacted. They chatted when they should, laughed when they should, and only Cornelius, who was always beside Mr. Fudge, the pug-like smile on his face froze.

But this stiffness only lasted for less than two seconds, and his round face bloomed again with a chrysanthemum-like smile.

"Ah, of course it would be perfect for Dean Slughorn to take over my position. His ability is obvious to all. I believe that the Ministry of Magic will definitely become better under his leadership in the future."

The smile on Slughorn's face did not change from beginning to end, and he politely declined.

"I'm already so old, and I really have to focus on managing the Ministry of Magic for you. You'd better help me find a leisurely job and enjoy life. Of course, the salary must not be less. I heard Pineapple preserves are not cheap in Diagon Alley."

The gentleman laughed. His request for Slughorn to be the Minister of Magic did not seem so firm. The first words seemed to be said casually.

"The teacher said it is true. It's time for you to enjoy life, but pineapple preserves are really not cheap. The salary of a normal job can't afford you to eat them every day."

He seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Fudge.

"I remember you said that Dolphin, who is in charge of the International Magical Cooperation Department, doesn't want to do it anymore?"

Fudge said with a smile: "He has been complaining that the French guys can't communicate at all. During the previous meetings, they even went to the point of using the magic wand. He also told you about this before, saying that he actually wanted to Return to the Death Eaters."

"Then let him go back. After today's night, the escort team will probably have a few spots available, and one of them will be given to him."

He said calmly, his voice still so casual, but this time it had a tone that could not be refused.

"Teacher, please be the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. I feel more at ease when I hand it over to you than to those baboons who can only wave wands. I will also add another deputy minister to the Ministry of Magic. After all, you will He is my teacher, even if he is a director, he cannot just be a director."

Slughorn did not refuse this time. He smiled and nodded, but glanced at Fudge from the corner of his eye, who looked obviously relieved.

He knew clearly that in the future, in the Ministry of Magic, even without the explicit instruction of his students, this puppet-like minister would definitely stare at him all the time, and this was exactly what his students wanted to see.

The gentleman played with the blood-red stone in his hand, and finally picked up the goblet beside him.

He did not get up, but sat on the main seat, gently raised his wine glass, and spoke loudly to the wizards in the entire banquet hall.

"For the purest bloodline!"

In the audience, the wizards and wizards also raised their wine glasses and made speeches for the last moment of the dinner.

"For the purest bloodline!"

Fox on the golden branch is combing his gorgeous feathers with his sharp beak.

When Dumbledore mentioned his failure, he did not show any expression of frustration or shame on his face. He still spoke calmly.

"The Dark Lord's talent in magic, especially black magic, is unprecedented. But before, his will has always been very chaotic, and can even be described as crazy, which makes his black magic even more powerful and invincible. Control, but also allowed him to be influenced by the will of magic instead of controlling magic by will. He and his organization brought unspeakable terror to the magic world, and this terror would only make countless people spontaneously oppose his rule. "

"But after one day, he changed in a way that no one knew. He became more like his former self, good at disguising, knowing how to embellish his desires with nobler goals, and knowing how to use things other than violence to unite himself. The people around me know how to truly take control of their own power.”

"After that, the direction of the wizarding world began to change. He completely eroded the Ministry of Magic almost silently. At that time, Hogwarts Castle became the only place that could compete with him. That's when At that time, he himself offered to have a fair duel with me, and on the day of the duel, it was the night he led his men to attack Hogwarts Castle."

"The students were hiding in the underground kitchen, and the teachers and other opponents of his rule were constantly fighting in the corridors, lawns, and classrooms of the castle, while he and I were in the tallest astronomy tower in the castle. for the final showdown.”

Jon held his breath, and through Dumbledore's narration, he subconsciously imagined the scene of that tragic night in his mind.

There were battles everywhere in Hogwarts Castle, Death Eaters continued to fall, and professors in Hogwarts continued to die, but the only thing that could determine the outcome of this war was on that high tower.

But finally.

"I lost in the end." Dumbledore said calmly. "His spell knocked me to the ground. The Death Curse on the wand had already lit up. I still clearly remember what he said to me. Sentence: 'Professor Dumbledore, I proved to you that the most powerful magic in the world is not that bullshit love, but something greater and more fascinating!', and then he released the Death Curse It was Fox who rescued me before, and that night he successfully ruled the entire British wizarding world."

He stared at the elder wand in his hand. There was not much regret in his words, but rather some emotion and relaxation.

"From that day on, this wand became ordinary in my hand, because I was no longer worthy of being its owner."

"As for the second question you asked, Jon, is he really invincible? As a loser, I can't give you a definite answer, but what I can tell you is that even if he has defeated me Once, he can't guarantee that he can beat me the second time and the third time just like the first time, even if the magic wand in my hand can no longer exert its full power."

Dumbledore said seriously.

"The origin of his extremely powerful power is unknown, but this power must be unstable, otherwise he would not want to drag me on like this forever and let time wear away my magic power. Since he has something to fear, it means that he is still Far from being invincible.”

Jon fell silent.

From Dumbledore, he finally got the answer he had always wanted to know. Not only did Voldemort kill Harry Potter that night, he also became stronger and more rational than before.

But why it became like this, even Dumbledore himself didn't know.

In other words, he has actually investigated something, but his trust in Jon is far from enough for him to tell everything he knows.

Even the things he said to Jon now felt like they were too much.

Before tonight, the number of times the two of them had communicated could be counted with one slap, but why did they say so much to him now?

Just because Jon discovered Slughorn's secret about going undercover?

Jon felt that the conversation Dumbledore had with him tonight would not be that simple, and that there must be a deeper purpose in the end.

Just when he thought of this, Dumbledore looked at him and suddenly asked.

"I heard Horace say that you are very talented in Occlumency?"

Jon was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"The teacher said that I learned this magic well."

Dumbledore's eyes became serious and he asked sincerely.

"So Jon, would you like to do something for me?"