I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He said, "I have seen your report card and I fully appreciate this fact."

"To be honest, Hogwarts' education has always been a problem when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Slughorn lowered his voice and said, "You know, for some reason, those smart wizards are reluctant to come to this position."

As the new headmaster of Hogwarts, Slughorn was troubled by this matter.

He had no good candidates, even though his former favorite student, Severus Snape, had recommended himself to him.

Harry thought for a moment and said, "In my third year, Professor Remus Lupin was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Ah, yes, Remus, I know that," said Slughorn. "He was different from his three companions at school, when he was a prefect, and there was Sirius, who was also a very clever Black, although a very naughty one."

I have an impression of Lupin and Slughorn.

When he mentioned Lupin, he couldn't help but think of that small group.

Those outstanding students are often more likely to gain his favor.

"I remember when Sirius Black left Azkaban. It was a misjudgment." Slughorn thought thoughtfully.

"Horace, can you give me this sweater knitting magazine?" Dumbledore finally came out of that long journey to the toilet.

he asked Slughorn, a magazine in his hand, as if he had just come out.

"Here you go," said Slughorn in surprise. "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes, I think you have more important things to do now," Dumbledore said kindly. "There is a lot to be done as headmaster, isn't there?"

"You may not know that there are some things in Hogwarts that are easily coveted by outsiders." Dumbledore picked up the glass and drank the wine in it.

He called Harry, which caught Slughorn off guard.

When the two men walked out the door, Slughorn chased them out and said loudly with determination, "Dumbledore, retirement may not be so suitable for you."

Dumbledore turned around in surprise. Slughorn said anxiously, "I think Hogwarts needs to strengthen its defenses. It would be great if you could help."

"With pleasure." Dumbledore nodded slightly.

He chuckled as the garden door closed automatically behind them.

"Well done, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"I didn't do anything," said Harry, surprised.

"You did, and let Horace choose the candidate," said Dumbledore, "This old friend of mine is a cautious person. If it weren't for the fall of the Death Eaters, he would not have been willing to become the headmaster."

Harry saw that his eyes were full of intelligence.

“Horace liked material comforts and the company of famous, successful, powerful people.

He likes the feeling of being at the mercy of others. He never wants to be in charge, but prefers to be in a secondary position, where he has more freedom and can do things more easily.

"But Professor, he's the new Headmaster of Hogwarts," Harry asked in confusion, "That's not a secondary position."

"Yes, that position is important," Dumbledore said, as if it was not his former position, "but the things inside make him willing to go against himself and try."

"You mean... John?" Harry's mind occasionally flashed with inspiration.

"It was you and John, Harry," Dumbledore said nostalgically, "When he was at Hogwarts, he always liked to pick his favorite students, sometimes because of their ambition or intelligence, sometimes because of their talent or charm."

"Horace has an unusual knack for selecting people who will go on to become successful in any field."

"He set up a club with himself as the core and built a network of contacts. He enjoyed the benefits brought by these contacts and could also give back to his students."

Harry immediately thought of another person, John Wick.

Unlike Slughorn, the connections John made were more like followers.

"I'm telling you this not to make you dislike Horace, but to tell you that he will definitely win you over." Dumbledore continued, "John is different from all the other students. He won't become anyone's collection, so you have to take advantage of this."

"What can we do with this?" Harry felt a chill on the back of his neck.

His palms were sweaty.

Dumbledore paused at the church door. He looked at Harry and said quietly, "You have been subscribing to the Daily Prophet for the last two weeks, have you?"

"Yes," said Harry, his heart suddenly beating faster.

"That experience in the Hall of Prophecy leaked out like a flood, didn't it?"

"Yeah," said Harry, not finding anything strange. "Any questions, Professor?"

"Have you noticed that there is not a single word about the Star-Swarm Club in it?" Dumbledore said calmly.

Harry's heart was pounding and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He suddenly remembered that there was no report on the Star Society in the Daily Prophet.

Also, it says Johnny Silverhand, not John Wick.

He asked with difficulty: "What is the reason for this, Professor?"

Dumbledore's expression seemed unfathomable in the night. "Divert your attention."

Harry felt dizzy. This was Dumbledore's game, and it was difficult to understand its purpose.

And after Dumbledore stepped down as headmaster, he saw things even more clearly.

He knew clearly that Hogwarts might experience a catastrophe.

Voldemort's obsession with the prophecy, and his quest for immortality.

The battlefield will be moved to Hogwarts.

What he could do was to make more arrangements before the catastrophe came.

...

In the Star Community chat.

Furong seems to be in love.

This matter seems very strange to the Star Society.

They all wanted to know who could impress the proud Furong.

Even John was curious.

Percy cleared up the confusion for everyone: "No need to guess, it's Bill."

Neville: "Bill? Bill Weasley?"

Percy: "Yes, it's him, my brother."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar.

John was confused. Have these two people met before?

Percy had no choice but to tell the reason.

The cause is still work.

Bill was from the Order of the Phoenix, and Fleur was from the Order of the Stars.

The only thing they have in common is that Percy is a member of the Weasley family's Star Club.

Furong works at Silver Hand Angel Investment, but because of her accent, she got into a lot of trouble.

In order to solve this problem, Fleur found Percy and asked for his guidance.

But Percy, if he understands, he will understand.

His teachings were so methodical that they sounded like hypnosis.

Just when Fleur was regretting why she didn't look for Cedric, Bill happened to come looking for his brother and learn about his conflict with his father.

It was at that time that the two met.

Bill was very impressed by this beautiful girl in the Triwizard Tournament.

So, after a few interactions, Bill used his handsome face and the wit and humor he had developed at Gringotts to successfully make Fleur feel good about this mature man who was a few years older than her.

Draco: "He's a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Fleur."

Furong: "I am happy with it, what's it to you?"

Draco: "..."

Furong's love history was revealed, and she didn't show any shyness or anything.

She said openly, "Bill hasn't been involved in many Order of the Phoenix affairs. Maybe I can bring him to the Order of the Stars."

"Maybe he thinks so too. With his appearance, he doesn't necessarily need to join the Star Club." Malfoy said sourly.

Percy added, "Bill received 12 OWL certificates of excellence during his time at school and was also the male president of the student union."

Malfoy, who probably could only get an Excellence in Charms and was currently a prefect, kept silent.

"It seems that he is indeed an excellent person," John said, "I support all your decisions, Furong."

When Furong saw that John also supported her, she felt relieved.

"I knew his excellence could impress you." Furong said happily.

John corrected, "What impressed me was not his excellence, but that you liked him, Fleur."

Furong was startled, and looking at the words on the badge, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Furong: "You are still as lovable as ever, John."

This liking is not love between men and women, but a desire to follow and get close from the heart.

Perhaps it was the boldness of France's passion that made these words come out of Fleur's mouth.

The Greengrass house on the other side.

Astoria watched her sister's pretty face become gradually hideous, and she was so scared that she even walked on tiptoe.

...

Chapter 417 John's Results

Speaking of exams, John remembered that it had been a month since the OWL exam.

His results should be here.

Upon arrival the next day, an owl was blocked in the window by Basil.

The owl should have been asking Basil for leniency, but Basil just stood at the window, signaling the owl to hand over the letter.

There was really no other way, so the owl had to give in to Basil.

Riddle was sitting on top of the wardrobe very coolly. Tom wanted to get close to him, but unfortunately he was not tall enough.

Take the letter out of Basil's mouth.

This is a report card.

John opened the parchment and glanced at it casually.

John Wick scores are as follows;

Astronomy: O

Care of Magical Creatures:O

Charms: O

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

Divination: O

Herbalism: O

History of Magic:O

Potions: O

Transfiguration: O

Arithmancy: O

Muggle Studies: O