Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way - Chapter 394

c379 The groveling pink toad

Professor Slughorn was timid, and Harry had expected this.

After all, this Slytherin-born professor has always been fond of enjoyment, greedy for privileges, and at the same time greedy for life and fear of death.

However, he doesn’t like to stand out and attract attention, but instead invests in a large number of students he thinks have promise.

Professor Slughorn gave these students the knowledge they desired or a quick way to the ultimate goal, and formed a club with himself as the core to connect them together.

After these geniuses he considered successful ascended to high positions in the wizarding world, these people would turn around and provide Professor Slughorn with various conveniences and rewards.

This allows him to enjoy invisible privileges from all walks of life without taking any risks.

As for the students he doesn’t like, Professor Slughorn will not do any extra work except fulfilling his obligation to impart knowledge as a professor.

So he is the most standard Slytherin, the most standard “refined egoist”.

According to his character, he definitely wouldn’t have the guts to face a dark wizard like Voldemort who has brain problems, doesn’t follow the rules, and is also powerful.

However, Harry was a little surprised that Professor Slughorn could tell himself and Hermione that he was scared so quickly.

“What’s wrong?” The strange looks from Harry and Hermione made Professor Slughorn’s old face turn red.

“There’s nothing to hide. I’m just afraid of the mysterious man.”

“After all, I am a potion master, not a master in dueling or defense against the dark arts, so I can’t beat him…”

Seeing that his image seemed to be getting darker and darker, Professor Slughorn decisively chose to change the topic.

“Harry, that ‘slug club’ I mentioned on the train, I was wondering if you would like to join?”

“I can introduce you to many magic masters in various fields, which will definitely help you climb the peak of magic.”

“Hermione, you too, my invitation to you always stands.”

He looked at Harry and Hermione expectantly, focusing mainly on Harry.

After all, Professor Slughorn is keen on “collecting” students with promising futures, and he cannot allow himself to miss such a gem.

Hermione did not make a choice immediately, but turned to look at Harry.

Harley thought for a while and nodded: “Of course, Professor, I would be happy to join your club.”

“But… I probably won’t be participating in most of the club’s activities.”

“Ah?” Professor Slughorn looked a little disappointed, “Can I ask why this is?”

“In fact, professors and other professors’ clubs, I am not going to participate in activities this semester.”

Harley looked a little embarrassed,

“You know, the knowledge taught by these clubs can no longer keep up with the progress of my self-study. It is a waste of time for me to participate in activities.”

“And I also want to climb to a higher peak in magic, so time is naturally precious to me.”

“Of course, of course, what you said makes sense.”

Hearing that Harry didn’t have any objections to him, the expression on Professor Slughoven’s face immediately changed vividly.

“I can totally understand. After all, the real geniuses are those little wizards who are both talented and willing to work hard.”

“I believe you can reach this level at this age. In addition to your extremely high talent, you must also put in a lot of hard work.”

During the rest of the trip, Professor Slughora constantly took the initiative to bring up the subject and chat about potions.

Hermione was particularly interested in this and was able to answer most of the difficult questions raised by the professor fluently.

Occasionally, when she encounters knowledge that she doesn’t understand, Hermione will take a notebook and write it down, preparing to go to the library to study it carefully after school starts.

This made Professor Slughorn even more surprised, and he looked at Hermione with admiration.

The carriage kept moving forward, and Hogwarts Castle was getting closer and closer, with towering towers looming in the dark night sky and misty fog.

The carriage jingled and stopped beside the stone steps leading to the oak door. Professor Slughorn opened the door casually:

“Sorry, my dear children, I have to go first and go to Professor Dumbledore.”

With that said, he quickly stepped out of the carriage and disappeared into the crowd.

Harry and Hermione also got out of the car one after another, and there was a wave of magic behind them.

After sensing that no one was in the car, Professor Slughorn’s magic was lifted, causing the carriage’s carriage to return to its original state.

Breathing in the cold air around her, Harley glanced at the Forbidden Forest from a distance.

The Forbidden Forest was pitch black without any strange sounds, and the wooden hut next to the Forbidden Forest showed no signs of life. It seemed that Hagrid had not returned yet.

But that’s right, after all, the hybrid giant is too big and has very high magic resistance.

This makes it extremely difficult for them to use Apparition, let alone letting others take them to Apparition.

Hagrid himself does not know how to use Apparition. Although Ms. Maxim can, her use of this magic is average.

In addition, Hagrid suddenly transformed into a demon, bringing himself a super huge oil bottle, and he did not have the magical cover of a Death Eater like other giants.

So it’s normal if he can’t come back now, and it’s really a ghost if he can come back.

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The students hurried up the stone steps and entered the castle.

At this time, the entrance hall was illuminated red by torches, and the chaotic footsteps of students echoed around.

After passing through the two doors, the students returned to this auditorium after a long absence.

The black curtains above the auditorium that had just been added at the end of the last semester disappeared, and the flags representing the four colleges returned.

The auditorium was filled with four long academic tables, and the ceiling above reflected the weather outside.

However, it was obvious that it was not fully calibrated to the outside world. It was probably because the ceiling was unable to react to the series of weather spells Harry had just cast.

Now it is clear and clear outside, and the moon can be seen, but there are dark clouds on the ceiling and heavy rain.

The candles floating above the dining table used magic flames to dispel the darkness caused by the bad weather on the ceiling, and also illuminated the faces of the little wizards.

At this time, most of the students had already sat down and were chatting happily, exchanging many news about the summer vacation.

When he looked up and saw Harry and Hermione who came in last, the sound of chatting suddenly disappeared for a moment, and then the low and mixed sound of excited discussion appeared again.

Even though they have seen Harley so many times, many classmates are still staring at Harley with excitement on their faces.

Harry strode through the crowd and sat down at the Gryffindor table. He skillfully responded to the congratulations from the students around him and at the same time turned his attention to the teacher’s chair.

The long staff table was already full of professors.

Professor Dumbledore, who often disappeared during the summer vacation, has returned. He is wearing a dark purple robe that has never been seen before, studded with silver stars, and a matching pointed soft hat on his head.

At this time, Professor Dumbledore was leaning on his golden high-backed chair, looking energetic and in excellent spirits.

However, an ugly-looking person beside him destroyed the sense of dissonance in the picture.

A short, fat witch with short ash-brown hair, a big pink bow on her head, and a furry cardigan was sitting there.

The pale toad-like eyes and the pair of droopy eyelids with protruding eyeballs looked more exaggerated than before, and became more and more disgusting.

At this time, the witch was flatteringly lowering her already low figure and chatting respectfully with Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face and his head tilted towards the witch.

And the witch kept smiling and nodding her head, even more humble than when she faced Fudge.

“Umbridge?” Harry narrowed his eyes and recalled the name of the pink toad on the teacher’s desk.

“Who? Our new teacher?” Hermione, who was also looking at the teacher’s seat, subconsciously continued,

“But that’s not right. Professor Snape should take over as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, while Professor Slughorn should be the professor of Potions. Hagrid’s course is also temporarily filled by someone…where else do we have to take over?” Is there a shortage of teachers for this course?”

“She probably isn’t a professor.” Harley shook her head, recalling some of the information Ludo and Rita reported to her.

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…(End of chapter)