The young masters of Hohenheim and Taifler seemed to be looking forward to this private duel. They quickly determined the time and place, and then continued to stare at each other and separated.
Thinking about it, it is obvious that direct action can help people vent their feelings more than using words.
"Hey, man—no one's going to bother us now. Come on, let's go find a place to talk."
When the guy from the Taylor family completely disappeared from sight, the fat young master immediately put on a cheerful expression and greeted Maka with a grin.
Maka still has something to do here. He needs to take a closer look at the various forces that gathered today. You know, no matter what time it is, the more information the better.
However, the fat man's arm immediately hooked up on Maka's shoulder again, dragging him towards the castle without any explanation.
"Master Hohenheim, let me agree in advance. I have some things to do tonight, but I can't accompany you to the duel appointment." Maka quickly reminded helplessly.
"Huh?" When the fat young master heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed and shook his head, "Do you think I want to ask you to be my duel assistant? No, no, no, I don't have that plan. !”
The big fat man said, and added in a low voice: "Actually, I didn't want to go at all. I don't like that kid, so I'll let him wait tonight! If I can make him wait most of the night, then It’s fun!”
"Oh?" Maka said in surprise, "Looking at your appearance just now, I thought you were really interested in duels between wizards?"
Judging from what he had just observed, this fat young master did not look like a scheming person. But who knew that there was still a bag of bad water hidden in his fat belly.
But why did he feel so familiar with this act of actively inviting a duel and then letting someone go
"Let me tell you," the fat young master kept winking, "my old man only taught me a lot about alchemy, and my level of magic is really average - don't look at the silent levitating spell I just made. It seems very smooth, but actually it was all practiced with materials like helping an old man at home!"
After Maka heard it, she felt a little clearer.
"Does your father plan to let you participate in the alchemy competition?" he asked, "You are Mr. Hohenheim's son, so your alchemy level must be very good, right?"
"Oh, at least I feel normal." The fat young man scratched his belly and finally let go of the thick arm that was pressing on Maka's shoulders. "You can know from the books the old man showed me that this subject is There are gaps in the knowledge points everywhere, and it’s not easy to learn well—"
"Really?" Maka thought for a while and said, "To be honest, I have also read a lot of books related to alchemy and studied them several times. If you want me to read..."
It can be seen that this fat man is always a little unserious in other things, and he often thinks about one thing after another, leaving people unable to guess what he will do next. But when it comes to alchemy, he behaves very matter-of-factly, and his words are clear and coherent.
While he and Maka were walking and chatting, Fanny followed Maka forward as before. But seeing her eyes wandering around, it became clear that she really refused to relax at all.
According to what Maka said when he arrived, tonight is the key to this trip. But as a qualified collaborator, she should always maintain concentration and pay attention to everyone she sees. This is what she should do.
Caution is the first priority - this is one of the reasons why Fanny can never fall behind others in the family business, and it is also her motto in life.
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That evening, Hogwarts Castle.
Harry, who had been teased by his two friends Hermione and Ron for a while, looked a little nervous. After listening to Hermione's analysis at noon, he took advantage of the time when he was distracted in class to think about it carefully.
Yes, Ginny is indeed a very nice girl. This is true whether it is for himself or for others. But perhaps because she was Ron's sister, Harry never thought about it carefully... Well, what would happen in the end if Ginny became his girlfriend
No, regarding this issue, he felt that he couldn't figure it out for a while.
Ultimately, it was because there had never been any ambiguous atmosphere between him and Ginny. Without a proper beginning, the rest of the story will not unfold smoothly.
"Maybe I should actually go make a date and try?"
Just now, Ron hurried to the toilet after class, and now Harry was walking alone in the corridor. He was thinking about it alone and subconsciously started talking to himself.
But what a coincidence, this sentence happened to be heard by an old man who liked to take advantage of every opportunity.
"Oh! Mr. Potter?" A voice came from behind Harry, making him jump forward. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! But if you have any troubles, I As an old man who has experienced a lot, I am willing to answer some of the little questions in life for you!"
Harry suddenly turned around. Slughorn, the current Potions Professor, was standing behind him, his bald head shining with wisdom.
"Ah, no... I don't think so, thank you!" Harry waved his hands quickly.
joke? He was indeed troubled, but if he wanted to ask a bald old man about love, he might as well just go to Ginny's place and face an exciting life!
"Really?" Slughorn said with a look of regret, "You know, I have always been very willing to help others, especially for outstanding children like you. You and Miss Granger are both smart, and she is more biased. You are a theoretical person, and you are more of an action person. Look, I also heard that you not only won the Triwizard Cup, but also killed the fire dragon in the game? This is not something ordinary wizards can do!"
"Uh... thank you, but I'm not as great as you said." Harry just wanted to leave as soon as possible, as far away from this unscrupulous leader who suddenly appeared and eavesdropped as possible.
"Oh, don't be so nervous..."
Slughorn was surprisingly thick-skinned, and he knew that Harry's first impression of him would not be a good one. But so what? You know, impressions can be changed through facts, and he must find a way to win over this potential stock.
Perhaps many people now only remember Maka's feat of killing two Dark Lords single-handedly, but Slughorn has not forgotten the past when Harry killed Voldemort once when he was still a baby.
McLean is indeed excellent, but he is too good. Now he is also a professor at Hogwarts, and his success has already exceeded the scope of cultivation. How can this little Potter be so suitable
"Do you need me to add some additional courses for you? I think with your talents, taking classes step by step with other students will not satisfy your thirst for knowledge. Believe me, you can become even better!"
Slughorn had been thinking about how to attract the little wizard, and this time the method he tried was to use more knowledge.
During Slughorn's long teaching career, he encountered many types of outstanding talents, some of whom were very dissatisfied with the knowledge they had access to. Among these people, the most outstanding one was Tom Riddle, who later became Voldemort.
If this was said to Hermione, it might actually have a good effect, but if it were said to Harry, it would only have the opposite effect.
When Harry heard this, he hurriedly took a few steps back. With a series of "sorry"s, he hurriedly made an excuse and left this poor place.
"Hmm..." Slughorn shrugged nonchalantly and said secretly, "Isn't this method wrong? Then... I'll try something else next time..."
Harry felt quite troubled by the old man who kept staring at him. During a trot, he gradually caught up with the large group of people returning to the common room. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"You always feel like you forgot something?"
Harry was thinking as he followed other students and opened the portrait of the Fat Lady and walked into the Gryffindor common room. As soon as he entered, he immediately caught a glimpse of a figure with long brown-red hair, which immediately reminded him of what he was thinking about just now.
"Uh, should I go and have a few words with her?" Harry paused immediately.
"oops!"
As soon as he stopped, Colin Creevey, who had followed him in before, bumped into his back, staggered, and fell down on the floor of the lounge.
Colin, a little man, likes to tinker with his camera whenever he has nothing to do, even when walking. For this reason, he has suffered several times, but still has not changed at all.
Harry quickly turned around and helped him up with apology.
"Are you okay?"
As he asked, he wondered if Ginny would look over, and then he couldn't help but glance back. It was at this moment that his eyes met Ginny's.
In the past, Harry wouldn't have thought much about it, he would have seen it when he saw it! But now, once he thought of Hermione's words at noon, something felt wrong about him.
Sometimes, a little worry will make people think more about certain situations; and certain thoughts will always make people uneasy.
Harry was stunned for a moment, and then for some reason he wanted to look away. He suddenly felt that he was at a loss when facing Ginny.
Seeing that something wasn't right in Harry's eyes, Ginny was confused for a while. For this boy whom she had admired since childhood, she had long been accustomed to the feeling that he didn't care about her, but what happened now