Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 728 Professor, I want to ask you something.

On Sunday morning, Fisch woke up uncharacteristically early.

"Meow!"

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In the form of a cat, he jumped to the side of Harry's head who was still sleeping, and then the cat raised its little paw high, and punched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead cracklingly.

Harry opened his eyes in bewilderment.

Because Fisch deliberately controlled the force and retracted his claws, the pain will not hurt. When such a high-frequency slap made Harry's head buzz, it was as if his head was stuffed. Into the big clock, and then slammed the bell.

There are double images in front of his eyes!

"What, what's the matter, Fish?"

Harry sat up, shook his head vigorously, the double image finally disappeared, but his vision was still a little blurry...

So he reached out to the head of the bed, got his glasses, and put them on the bridge of his nose.

"Meow~"

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Fish yelled again, then turned around and got out of the curtain.

Harry touched his head inexplicably, but he still lifted the curtain and jumped off the bed together.

Everyone else in the dormitory was still sleeping, Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and found that it was just before six o'clock...

But at this time Fish had already arrived at the door of the dormitory, and was looking back at him.

"Wait, wait a minute." Harry had to change his clothes in a hurry, and then chased Fish out of the dormitory.

When he went down the stairs and came to the common room, Fish had already regained his human form, eating a piece of prosciutto in his hand.

"Harry, what do you want? Ham? Bread? Jerky? Or chocolate?"

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Maomao turned around and asked Harry.

"Uh... the bread is fine." Harry scratched his head, took the bread handed by Fish, and said while chewing, "Are we going to find Professor Slughorn? Is it too early?" a little?"

After returning from Dumbledore's last night, they didn't go to bed immediately, but discussed it in the common room as before.

Hermione thought that when it came to finding Professor Slughorn, it would be best if only Fish and Harry went there. After all, this matter was a dark history he wanted to bury, and the fewer people present, the better. .

So after Harry regained consciousness a little bit, he naturally guessed Fish's plan.

"There are few people in the morning." Fish replied naturally, "And when Horace just woke up and was still a little dazed, it was easier to ask meow."

As Maomao said, he quickened his eating movements, and soon ate the prosciutto in his hand until only bones remained.Seeing this, Harry also ate the bread in his hand with big mouthfuls, and then...

Choked.

"Uh……"

Harry beat his chest hard, and shouted hoarsely: "Water...water..."

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Fish looked at the idiot in front of him speechlessly, then took out a bottle of milk from the magic pocket and handed it over.

"Huh... come alive..."

After gulping a few gulps of milk, Harry was finally out of danger and finished off the last bit of bread left.

"Let's go, when there are too many people, it will be inconvenient to find Horace, meow."

Maomao sighed helplessly, and walked to the hole in the portrait wall first.

The two soon arrived at the door of Professor Slughorn's office, and Fish knocked on his door without hesitation.

Moments later, the door opened and a yawning Slughorn in lavender silk pajamas and a nightcap with a pom-pom appeared in front of them.

"Fish and Harry? What are you two looking for me so early?" Professor Slughorn looked very happy after seeing the two of them clearly, but his eyelids were still half-closed due to sleepiness. Drooping, it seemed that he might fall asleep at any moment.

"Can we go in and talk, Professor?"

Just when Harry asked politely, Fish had squeezed away Professor Slughorn's chubby body, and walked into his office swaggeringly.

Professor Slughorn gave the capricious Maomao a wry smile, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't seem to have any room for rejection... come in." He turned his head towards Harry.

Harry smiled at him apologetically, then walked in too, and sat down at a coffee table with Fish.

"What would you like to drink? Coffee? Tea? Something else?"

Professor Slughorn sat opposite Fish and Harry, and then waved his wand. A beautiful ceramic teapot, a silver coffee pot, and three matching ceramic cups appeared on the coffee table immediately.

He first poured himself a cup of coffee, shook it gently in his hand, and pursed his lips to blow into the cup.

"That's right, Professor, I want to ask you something." Harry ignored the drinks on the table, but looked directly into Professor Slughorn's eyes, and said softly but firmly.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he reacted... There seemed to be no difference between what he said just now and what Voldemort said in his memory.

On the other hand, Fish picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, and then imitated Professor Slughorn, carefully trying to cool the tea.

Harry had already discussed with Fish last night, and he will carry out the preliminary negotiation work first, and Maomao will watch from the side first, and when Harry fails, Fish will come to discuss with Professor Slughorn according to the situation. Continue to negotiate...

The main reason is that Fisch's brain circuit is sometimes different from that of normal people. Harry is worried that if he is asked to speak first, there may be unpredictable situations.

Naturally, Fish was eager to leave the matter to Harry. If he didn't want to get rid of Voldemort early and fight Dumbledore, he wouldn't bother to care about whether Slughorn lied.

"Ask, my dear boy, as long as I know..."

Professor Slughorn didn't realize that something was wrong at this time, he said casually, put the cup in his hand to his mouth and took a sip, then he seemed to feel that the coffee was still too hot, and continued While shaking, blowing into the cup.

There was not much difference between his answer and his memory, Dumbledore was right.

Harry took a deep breath, and simply continued to use Voldemort's original lines: "Professor, I want to ask you if you know... Horcruxes."

"Dang!"

Professor Slughorn trembled violently, the teacup in his hand fell on the coffee table, and the hot coffee spilled all over his pants, but he let the coffee wash his pants down as if he didn't feel anything. Drenched, the half-drooped eyes were rounded, staring at Harry in a daze.

"What did you say?" He licked his lips and asked hoarsely.

"I asked you if you know Horcruxes, Professor."

"Dumbledore asked you to come?" Slughorn asked in a low voice.

His tone had changed completely, no longer cordial, but full of shock and fear.He subconsciously groped his chest for a while, and after realizing that he was wearing pajamas, he simply took off the nightcap and wiped his sweaty forehead with it.

"Dumbledore showed you that - that memory, didn't he?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, there's no need to lie about this kind of thing.

"Of course," said Slughorn softly, still wiping his pale face with his nightcap, "of course...if you read the memory, Harry, you'll see that I know nothing about Horcruxes ...know nothing!" He repeated these words vigorously.

"Professor," said Harry eagerly, "I just thought there might be something left in my memory..."

"Really? Then you're wrong, aren't you? Wrong!" Professor Slughorn yelled at Harry, standing up.

Then he issued the eviction order incoherently, "It's still early, I'm still sleepy, yes, I'm sleepy, I'm going to continue to sleep..."

As he spoke, he waved his wand, extinguishing all the drinks on the table, including the cup of tea in Fish's hand.

"Meow!"

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After finally cooling down the tea, Maomao, who was about to drink it, raised his head and glared at Professor Slughorn.

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(End of this chapter)