Chapter 703: Blow to the sky

The next day, Albert woke up early in the morning. After stuffing the organized suitcase into the non-marking stretch bag, he went downstairs for breakfast with his three roommates.

Because there is still some time left for the appointment with Professor Slughorn, Albert and Isobel decided to go to the Room for All Requests to spend the remaining time on a date.

As for, go to class first?

Naturally impossible.

Both of them are geniuses, and it doesn't affect them whether they attend the class.

Near ten o'clock, the two knocked on Professor McGonagall's office on time, and when they pushed the door to enter, they saw Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and another potbellied old man waiting for them inside.

That strange old man should be Professor Slughorn, his stomach is really hard to describe.

As soon as Albert and Isabel entered the room, Professor Slughorn's eyes fell on them.

"These two..." Dumbledore stepped forward and introduced, "It is Mr. Albert Anderson and Miss Isabel McDoug. This is an old friend of mine called Horace Slugho. Well, because of Sirius Black's relationship, it is difficult for me to leave Hogwarts School for the time being, so I can only ask my old colleague to take you there. He has many experience leading teams to participate in the Magic School Potions Championship."

"Don't worry, they will leave it to me!" Professor Slughorn almost patted his chest to make sure.

The office door was knocked again, and Hagrid pushed in and said to Dumbledore, "The carriage is ready and ready to go."

Professor Slughorn took out his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time and said: "Other things, I can tell them on the road."

"Where's your luggage?"

Hagrid asked Albert and Isobel with empty hands in confusion, but he was actually here to help carry the luggage.

"On the body."

Albert gave Hagrid a look and motioned him to shut up.

The two followed Professor Slughorn to the outside of the castle, where a carriage pulled by five night skies was parked.

"Hagrid, are you responsible for driving?"

"Yes, I'll take you there." Hagrid stepped forward and opened the door of the carriage for several people, letting Professor Horace Slughorn get in the car first, followed by Albert and Isobel. Rear.

There were no traces of expansion by the Wuhen Stretching Curse in the carriage. After the three of them sat on, the space inside was slightly crowded. After Hagrid closed the door of the carriage, he sat in the driver's position and drove the Ye Qi carriage forward for a certain distance, and the whole carriage was gradually pulled into the air by the Ye Qi.

The commotion here immediately attracted the attention of the dementors, and the group of guys had gathered around, seemingly trying to force the carriage to stop for inspection.

The compartment glass immediately froze with a layer of frost.

"What are they doing after catching up?"

Professor Slughorn frowned when he saw the dementors around him: "I remember Dumbledore told those dementors that we were going to compete."

"Probably want to search for Sirius? Is Black in the car." Albert drew his wand from his pocket blankly, opened the window of the car, didn't care about letting the wind into the car, turned his head to the next Izawa. Bell said, "Let the patron saint protect Hagrid. I will drive them away while there are no Muggles around."

"Oh, I don't think it is necessary..."

Before Professor Slughorn could finish his words, he saw two patron saints emerging from the tops of their wands, one surrounding Hagrid so as not to be affected by the dementors, the other Just rushed to the group of dementors to disperse them.

"They are just routine official duties."

Professor Slughorn said helplessly that he had never expected Albert to dislike dementors so much that he would use the Patronus Charm to disperse the dementors.

"Dementors are never friendly. They often perform routine official duties and do disgusting things, such as attacking Harry Potter, or sucking in some happiness from us and filling their stomachs." Albert closed the window again and said The cold wind outside is isolated from the compartment, "There is no need to be polite to them, anyway, the dementors will never reason with us."

Albert's tone was very calm, as if he was just driving away a bunch of annoying flies.

"They really do that." Professor Slughorn was very surprised.

"The Ministry of Magic has never been able to control the dementors. As soon as school started, the dementors used the name of checking the train and sucked on the happy emotions of the students on the train. Harry Potter was almost taken to the school hospital. "Albert singled out Harry Potter's case as an example, and directly detained the dementors. Anyway, they will attack Potter during the Quidditch match, and this scapegoat will be dumped anyway. Can't drop.

Professor Slughorn raised his eyebrows slightly, not wanting to make too many comments on this matter, and changed the subject and said: "A great patron saint, able to drive away those dementors, shows that your patron saint is very powerful. It’s amazing. Many wizards can’t do that. By the way, I remember that you are still the champion of international wizard chess this year."

"Albert is a recognized genius." Isabel teased. "Everyone said he would be another Dumbledore."

"Yes, yes, like Dumbledore back then, the future is bright." Professor Slughorn recalled: "I believe you will be promoted to Minister of Magic in less than twenty years, maybe even shorter, before that , You can first become the British youth representative of Wiesengamao. I heard that Wiesengamao intends to give you this title. Wizards with this title will usually become members of Wiesengamao."

"I'm a Muggle wizard." Albert reminded, "Wyzengamau will not tolerate a Muggle wizard occupying that position. Just like the last time I won the international wizard chess championship, many pure-blood wizards have this opinion."

"It's just their jealousy and ignorance." Professor Slughorn comforted: "You have such an amazing talent and talent. You must come from a decent family of wizards. Believe me, I have never missed anyone. "

Albert and Isabel looked at each other. To a certain extent, Professor Slughorn’s words were actually correct, but Albert would not admit that he liked the title of Muggle wizard to disgust some. People, not to mention his parents are ordinary people, it is not wrong to say that he is a Muggle wizard.

"It’s been a long time since the UK won the championship of the Magic School Potions Championship. If you can work harder to win this potion competition, I think Wissengamer will have to take Wissengamer even if he pinches his nose. The title of British Youth Representative is here for you.” Professor Slughorn took out various snacks from the small cabinet next to them and shared them with the two.

"I didn't plan to work in the Ministry of Magic, but thank you, Professor Slughorn." Albert also took out the snacks he bought from the Honey Duke candy store from his non-marking stretch bag.

"Oh, you really look a lot like Dumbledore, very similar. You are equally talented, wise, kind, gentle, and have great insight." Professor Slughorn picked out the pineapple compote from the box and sighed softly. Said: "In the past, it was often predicted that Dumbledore would serve as Minister of Magic, but he never had such ambitions. I think you will definitely achieve Dumbledore's achievements in the future, or even surpass him."

Isobel looked at Albert and wanted to laugh a little.

Professor Slughorn is almost going to blow Albert to the sky. Although he does accept it, Albert is not a person who likes to be touted.

"Ahem, Professor Slughorn, how long will the Magic School Potions Championship last?" Albert asked, turning off the subject, listening to Professor Slughorn touting himself, Albert didn't have any joy, he just felt a while. The egg hurts.

"Usually it will last for a week. We need to wait for other colleges to come together. It will take about two days before starting the first round of selection. You need to configure a potion. As long as the potion level is not too bad, each school One student will enter the second round."

"There is only one student in each school?" Albert asked.

"Yes, generally schools will bring one to three students, only one student will participate in the finals, and the other students will serve as substitutes. This is the unspoken rule of the Potions Championship, which allows some schools to avoid the embarrassment of being brushed off at the beginning." When Professor Slughorn saw that Isobel was in a stable mood, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and continued, "However, players are usually selected through selection."

"Let Albert participate, I don't care." Isobel didn't care too much about this, and blinked at Albert: "However, you have to take back the golden crucible that belongs to us."

"I will." Albert said affirmatively.

"I believe you." Isobel smiled.

Professor Slughorn's gaze moved back and forth over the two of them, as if they understood something. For some reason, he felt that his stomach was a little acidic, so he shouldn't eat too much candied pineapple.

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