A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 535 Why are you so skilled?

To Fudge and Crouch, the matter of a magic carpet dealer was not a big deal.

Fudge's words were very insightful.

Since there are explicit regulations, we must respect the law... If we can't talk face-to-face, we have to have a private conversation.

If you can't even get full marks on this kind of reading comprehension, then you're still a long way from saying, "Master, I understand."

Fudge was too lazy to give such an idiot a back door.

But if the other party is smart and savvy...

Fudge wouldn't mind letting British wizards, who are suffering from a lack of entertainment and dire straits, use the magic carpets of the Arab world as soon as possible.

Of course, there will be an expensive cancellation fee.

As for whether he can seize the family vehicle market, what does that have to do with him? He's just doing his job for money.

In this field, Fuji has a very good reputation; it always gets things done for money, treats people with integrity, and never cheats anyone, young or old.

Everyone who's been through his back door gives him a thumbs up. Hmm... except for Malfoy.

One more thing, it would be even better if magic carpet manufacturers could seize the market.

Disrupting the domestic transportation market, several major broom manufacturers had to come knocking on his door overnight, asking him to ban the sale of magic carpets.

If you can't outsell others, then ban it! Or, force the magic carpet manufacturer to sell its store at a low price and turn it into a British enterprise.

If the magic carpet merchant had any sense, even if he were a shop from Mars, he'd have to kneel down quickly.

From any perspective, Fudge is guaranteed to make a profit and even gain a wave of support.

Crouch was even less inclined to engage with this businessman. Without Horace's introduction, how could the man possibly have contacted an official of his rank?

Although Crouch didn't become Minister of Magic, he was still a Director and had some prestige!

Moreover, he hates breaking the law and violating discipline more than anything else in his life!

There is no doubt that Horace received a great deal of benefits.

Crouch knew his teacher well.

When I was young, I enjoyed material pleasures and liked to associate with famous, successful, and powerful people.

Everyone stopped paying attention to the magic carpet vendor, and Fudge continued to ask:

"Bati, have you seen where Ludo went? I've been looking for him."

This area is a complete mess. Just now, a Niffler stole something and knocked down the tent… Hey, Lucius, what are you doing?

Fudge suddenly waved his arm in the distance.

Malfoy appeared to be taking a walk, accompanied by two large men—Crawb and Goyle.

Beside them stood a gloomy wizard—McNeil. This wizard was responsible for slaughtering magical creatures that had committed crimes.

He was the executioner when Buckbeek was executed.

Hearing the shout, Malfoy looked up and saw Minister Fudge, forcing a slight smile onto his pale face.

He said loudly, "I just heard on the way that magical creatures are attacking the camp. Someone's tent collapsed and a lot of things were lost."

There's no match going on right now, let's go watch and have some fun.

Fudge looked at him strangely and said loudly, "There are indeed some tents that have collapsed, but I must warn you, Lucius, you'd better be prepared."

"What?" Malfoy maintained his elegant smile.

Fudge managed to suppress a laugh as he said, "What collapsed was... your tent."

"..."

Malfoy paused for two seconds, then turned and ran.

Banana my foot! No wonder Weasley's laugh was so disgusting.

That old scheming man!

The youngest son has no anus!

Fudge finally laughed out loud, but Crouch didn't; he still had that cold, zombie-like face.

"Oh dear, where did Ludo go?"

"He went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts, didn't you know?" Crouch said coldly.

"What happened?" Fudge asked in surprise. "Was he beaten up?"

I told him to tone it down. Last time, when Bulgarian fans were attacked, there were rumors that he was the one who instigated it.

Kingsley told me that several Bulgarian fans were planning to put him in a sack.

"No, Arthur just brought word that Bertha was seriously injured and taken to the hospital."

Crouch's eyes were gloomy as he glanced almost imperceptibly at William and Hermione.

"What? I... I didn't know about this." Fudge exclaimed in shock.

"I heard... it was Mr. Stark and Miss Granger who rescued Bertha in Albania," Crouch said softly.

"Really? What happened, William?" Fudge asked hurriedly.

"She must have encountered a black wizard in Albania, where security has always been terrible."

Why would Bertha go to Albania?

"Ludo gave the sports department a day off," Crouch sneered. "Connelly, you didn't know about this either?"

Fudge was speechless; of course he knew.

Without his hint, how could that fool Ludo possibly give the sports department a day off during the busiest time?

It was all to make things difficult for Crouch.

But he certainly couldn't admit it, so he coughed a few times: "I don't know! Ludo! I'm going to visit them at St. Mungo's Hospital now."

He then turned his head and said, "William, you and Hermione should go back first."

I'll come see you later; I have something to ask you.

After Fudge finished speaking, he hurriedly left with the officials.

"Mr. Stark," Crouch glanced at Horace and suddenly said:

"Tonight, I would like to invite you and Miss Granger to my tent."

"Hmm?" William and Hermione exchanged a glance.

The two had no connection with Crouch, so why would he suddenly invite them?

"As you may already know, Dumbledore has discussed the Triwizard Tournament."

Crouch explained, "But the Goblet of Fire for selecting warriors is still with you. I need to discuss this with you."

William nodded slightly.

Crouch left, followed by the Egyptian carpet merchant, who seemed ready to continue talking to him.

William watched Crouch's retreating figure without speaking, deep in thought.

The Goblet of Fire is something that can be handed over to any subordinate in a short time, it won't even take a minute.

Why bother to make a special time to meet in private?

Strange Crouch.

Hermione shook William's hand, indicating that the old man was still watching them.

From the moment they appeared, Horace made no attempt to hide his stare at them.

He had been staring at it for ten minutes straight without blinking, as if he were looking at a priceless treasure.

Won't your eyes get dry if you don't blink for so long?

"Professor Slughorn, if there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now," William said politely.

"You know me?" The old man's eyes lit up.

"Of course I know you. Professor Dumbledore has mentioned you more than once, saying that the time he spent working with you was...joyful and unforgettable."

William made up a story off the top of his head.

Dumbledore only mentioned that Horace was overjoyed after Voldemort's death... He sensed that this colleague might have shared dark secrets with Tom.

To investigate the number of Horcruxes, the headmaster started with Horace.

"Oh, boy, you're not being honest. That's not something Albus would say," Horace laughed.

"However, we are indeed old colleagues and old friends."

Horace was quite old and a bit overweight, but he was very well-maintained, just like Dumbledore... a refined old man.

However, his baldness detracted significantly from his good looks.

Even Horace, a potions master, couldn't cure baldness... Indeed, baldness is a terminal illness no matter where you are.

It's also a killer of good looks for middle-aged and elderly men.

No wonder Professor Snape never washed his hair; after all, his hairline was receding year by year.

He's afraid of losing his hair!

Baldness is the only thing that could threaten his good looks!

Horace continued, "It's a pleasure to meet you both. My name is Horace, and I've long admired you both and have wanted to meet you for a long time."

I wrote many letters to Albus, asking him to bring you to my Christmas party, but he refused every time.

Horace's eyes seemed to be shining.

"Please forgive me, as a teacher, for having a fanatical obsession with cultivating outstanding students."

He was quite regretful that he retired too early and missed out on these two students.

Based on the information Horace has gathered over the years, William is undoubtedly the most outstanding young wizard he has ever seen.

Even Tom wasn't that outstanding back then.

"Then you can come back to teach. I believe Professor Dumbledore will always have a place reserved for you," William said softly.

"Defense against the Dark Arts?" Horace muttered. "He did invite me this year... so many people died, and he still invited me."

That old fox!

Dumbledore certainly knows how to choose people. To appoint Horace, the Potions Master, as Defence Against the Dark Arts?

It seems that Dumbledore loved Snape a little more than Horace.

"I think we can go to my tent and have a drink?" Horace suggested. "I can tell you something interesting."

For example, Abusi used to be a great lewd writer; he was best at writing sonnets.

I kept quite a few manuscripts, intending to sell them for a high price after he dies... well, after he retires.

"I'm sorry, Professor," William refused.

"We need to go find our tent now."

"I'm away for a while, and I miss my parents, and Hermione's parents too. They're waiting for me."

Horace was somewhat disappointed.

"Children, I'm hosting a banquet tonight, and many celebrities will be attending... Will you come?"

"We'll see, sir," William said with a smile.

The three slowly walked away, and after they had gone some distance, Hermione asked in a low voice:

"William, Professor Dumbledore has been wanting to ask about certain things, hasn't he?" Hermione asked疑惑地, "Why didn't you take this opportunity?"

William looked at Hermione, patted her head, and said:

"You have to learn to play hard to get... Believe it or not, the less I care, the more Horace's heart aches like a cat's claws."

I probably won't be able to sleep when I get home tonight.

We need to give him hope, to make him feel that he's just a little short of success.

But he kept him in suspense, wanting it but unable to have it.

If we agree immediately, he won't find it surprising, and it will be even harder to get what we want.

William was adept at this kind of thing. He just had to learn from the goddess and act like a devoted admirer.

Horace's weakness is obvious, and manipulating him is not easy.

He turned to Neville behind him and said, "Remember, Neville, this is how you pursue girls too. You must learn it well."

Neville nodded hastily. Was this why William was so popular?

He realized that this was exactly how his pet, Ralph, treated him!

He frequently disappeared without a trace, only to suddenly reappear when he thought he had vanished.

Neville needs to study this carefully and prepare to... play hard to get with Professor Snape.

If I can win over the professor, Potions class will be much easier from now on.

Hermione seemed lost in thought as well, then suddenly asked, "William, why are you so skilled at this?"

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