In This Hogwarts Without a Savior Chapter 59

  Chapter 59 59. Banquet Hall and Principal's Office (Part 2)

  The dinner party is drawing to a close.

   And every wizard here is very clear that there is one most important thing that the gentleman has not announced.

  On the high platform, the teachers and students who hadn't seen each other for a long time seemed to be having a very happy chat. No one dared to remind them that it was getting late and everyone should go back to sleep. As long as the husband didn't speak, the dinner party would never end.

  Finally, the wizard next to the high platform heard a casual sentence from that gentleman.

   "When you come to my place, just condescend to be the Minister of Magic for the time being, teacher. It just so happens that Connelly talked to me just now, and he feels powerless to manage the Ministry of Magic."

The wizards who heard this sentence all had a slight pause on their faces, but they quickly realized that they should chat, chat and laugh, and only Connelly, who has always been by Mr. Fudge, the pug-like smile on his face froze a bit.

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

   "Ah, it would be great 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 has not changed from the beginning to the end, he politely refused.

"I'm already so old, it's just that I'm working hard to manage the Ministry of Magic for you, you should help me find some leisurely job and enjoy life, of course, the salary is indispensable, I heard Candied pineapple in Diagon Alley is not cheap."

  The gentleman laughed. His request for Slughorn to be the Minister of Magic did not seem so firm, and the initial remarks seemed to be really casual.

   "The teacher is right, it's time for you to enjoy life, but candied pineapple is really not cheap, and the salary of a normal job can't afford you to eat 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 Department of International Magical Cooperation, doesn't want to do it?"

Fudge said with a smile: "He has been complaining that those Frenchmen can't communicate at all. During the first few meetings, they even got into trouble with magic wands. He also told you about this before, saying that he actually wants to Return to the Death Eaters."

   "Then let him go back. After today's night, there will probably be a few vacancies in the guard team. Let him count as one."

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

"Teacher, you should come to be the director of the International Magic Cooperation Department. I am more relieved to give it to you than to those baboons who can only wave wands. I will also add a post of deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic. After all, you He is my teacher, even if you are the director, you can't just be the director."

  Slughorn wasn't refusing this time, he nodded with a smile, and just glanced at Fudge, who was obviously relieved, out of the corner of his eye.

  He clearly knew 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 scarlet stone in his hand, and finally picked up the goblet beside him.

  He didn't get up, but sat on the main seat and gently raised his wine glass, speaking loudly to the wizards in the entire banquet hall.

   "For the purest blood!"

  Under the stage, wizards and wizards also raised their wine glasses one after another, and delivered speeches for the last moment of the dinner.

   "For the purest blood!"

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

  Dumbledore mentioned his failure, and he didn't show much frustration or shame on his face, he still said so peacefully.

"The Dark Lord's talent in magic, especially black magic, is unprecedented. But before that, his will has always been very chaotic, and it can even be described as crazy, which makes his black magic more powerful and unstoppable." However, he was influenced by the will of magic, instead of the will to control magic. He and his organization brought unspeakable terror to the magic world. This kind of terror would only make countless people spontaneously oppose his rule. "

"But after a certain day, a change happened to him that no one knew about. He became more like himself, good at disguising, knowing how to embellish his desires with nobler goals, and knowing how to unite himself with things other than violence People around you know how to truly control their own power."

"After that, the direction of the magic world began to change. He completely eroded the Ministry of Magic almost silently. At that time, Hogwarts Castle became the only place that could stand up to him. At that time, he himself offered to have a fair duel with me, and the day of the duel was the night when he led his men into Hogwarts Castle."

"The students are hiding in the underground kitchen, the teachers and other people who oppose his rule are constantly fighting in the corridors, lawns, classrooms and castles, and he and I are in the highest 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.

  Hogwarts castle was full of battles, death eaters were constantly falling down, and professors in Hogwarts were constantly dying, but the only thing that could determine the outcome of the war was the high tower.

   can be the last.

"I lost in the end." Dumbledore said calmly, "His spell knocked me to the ground, and the death curse on his wand was already lit up, and I still remember what he said to me very clearly. Sentence: "Professor Dumbledore, I have proved to you that the most powerful magic in the world is not that **** love, but something greater and more fascinating!", and then he released the death curse Before that, it was Fox who saved me, and that night he successfully ruled the entire British wizarding world."

  He stared at the elder wand in his hand, and there was not much regret in his words, but a little emotion and relaxation.

   "From that day on, this wand has become ordinary in my hands, because I am no longer worthy to be its master."

"As for your second question, 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 One time, but he can't guarantee that the second and third times can beat me like the first time, even if the wand in my hand can no longer exert its full power."

   Dumbledore said seriously.

"The source of the power that made him so powerful is unknown, but this power must be unstable, otherwise he wouldn't want to drag me on like this, and let time wear down my magic power. Since he has something to be afraid of, it means that he still wants to do it. 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.

   It's just the reason why it became like this, even Dumbledore himself didn't know it.

   In other words, he has actually investigated something, but his trust in Jon is far from the point where he can tell everything he knows.

   Even what he and Jon are talking about now, Jon feels a little too much.

  Before tonight, the number of exchanges between the two of them can be counted with a single slap, but why are you talking so much to him now?

   Just because Jon found out that Slughorn went undercover?

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

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

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

  Jon was taken aback for a moment, then nodded slightly.

   "The teacher said that I am learning this magic well."

  Dumbledore's eyes became serious, and he asked sincerely.

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

  (end of this chapter)

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