Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 270 The Two Best People of This Era
From coming to Badley Barberton Village to meeting Horace, Hermione didn't say much, and kept a quiet state, which made people always ignore her existence inadvertently.

Not only Horace, even Harry, his attention did not stop on Hermione a few times.

However, now that everyone was looking at Hermione who was still calm, Harry was even more stunned, a pair of eyeballs seemed to pop out of their sockets.

"Ten...twelve O's?" Harry swallowed, his voice trembling.

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

"..."

Harry didn't know what to say, even though he was well aware of Hermione's excellence, he didn't expect that she would get the highest grades in all twelve subjects, which was the highest in the history of OWLs. Rarely happens.There are still people who have obtained all twelve certificates, Bill and Percy have achieved it, but even they are not as exaggerated as Hermione, all O!

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

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

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

A hint of disappointment flashed in Horace's eyes, he pointed in one direction, and said, "Follow the hall, the second door on the left."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, and walked out of the living room. After a while, there was a sound of closing the door.No one in the living room moved or spoke, and they fell silent for a while.

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

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, not knowing what Horace meant.And Horace was silent for a while after he finished speaking, his eyes constantly scanning back and forth on Harry and Hermione.

Suddenly, he sighed and said softly, "You look a lot like your father, Harry."

"Yes, others said that too." Harry gave Hermione a puzzled look before turning to Horace.

"Just eyes, eyes..."

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

"Yes, Lily Evans," said Horace. "I do, though as a teacher one is not supposed to favor students."

"She's one of the brightest students I've ever taught. Vibrant and lovely, a charming girl..." Horace said, glancing over at Hermione, who was staring at him with puzzled eyes, "before I knew she was When I was Muggle-born, I couldn't believe it was real! I always thought that to be as good as her, she must be pure blood."

"I am also Muggle-born." Hermione's voice sounded, with pride and imperceptible disgust, "If I guessed correctly, the guy who made you suffer a lot a few days ago was also Muggle-born of."

Harry didn't realize it, but Horace did, and he said hastily, "No, no, no, I'm not prejudiced! It's just that compared to pure-blood wizards, Muggle-born wizards are still a little less good..."

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

As he said that, he pointed to a photo frame on the wall, on which was a photo of him and a middle-aged wizard, both of them were smiling happily.

Harry looked at the densely packed photos on the wall, some with Horace in them, some without, but none of them were signed, and their smiles were very bright.Seeing this, Horace immediately introduced enthusiastically.

"It's all my former students. You see, here's Barnabas Guffey, editor of the Daily Prophet; and Ambrosio Froome of Honey Dukes, every year on my birthday He would give me a gift basket."

"And this... This is Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpies. If I want, I can get free tickets!"

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

"So, are these all the students you have taught?"

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

"However, the prudent wizards try not to show their faces, and you all know what's going on right now. Those guys don't care about anything at all!"

"I admit that what Dumbledore said makes sense, but returning to Hogwarts at this time is tantamount to declaring that I am a supporter of the Order of the Phoenix! This... this is too dangerous..."

"You don't have to join the Order of the Phoenix to teach at Hogwarts." Harry said, "Most of the teachers were not members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they were not killed."

"As long as Dumbledore is headmaster, Hogwarts janitors will be safer than most people. There is no doubt that Hogwarts is the safest place right now!"

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

Horace shuddered when he heard the words, and his expression became a little unnatural.

"Yeah, the man who can't even mention his name really hasn't been favored by Dumbledore, but one of my students who works in the Ministry of Magic told me that at the Ministry of Magic that night, the man who can't even mention his name The person who fought against Dumbledore head-to-head with that guy a few days ago..."

"But they failed, and Dumbledore defeated them!" cried Harry. "I was there, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Horace gave Harry a suspicious look, but he didn't refute. He just muttered in a low voice: "Yeah, I know that, my student told me... However, I also heard some rumors that the one who can't even have a name The person mentioned is indeed not Dumbledore's opponent, but the remaining one is..."

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

Horace was taken aback when he heard the words, with an expression of disbelief on his face, as if to say "you're kidding me".

"I said, that's my opponent." Hermione stood up with a serious expression, and suddenly there were strands of golden threads around her, and a mysterious magic circle stepped on her feet at some point, which made Horace's face There was only surprise left on the face.

"I will beat him!"

(End of this chapter)