RNP Chapter 257 Hogwarts' Advisor
Chapter 257 Hogwarts' Advisor
Chapter 257 Hogwarts' Advisor
The Slughorn family, side hall.
The two old gentlemen stood behind the door, just in time to hear Ryan and Harry's conversation in the hall.
"It seems that besides the Voldemort issue, you came to see me specifically to help promote academic specialization."
After Slughorn pulled Dumbledore into the side room, it became difficult for him to ask the questions he wanted to ask.
Fortunately, the conversation between Ryan and Harry in the hall gave him a starting point to speak.
At this point, he had already realized that by refining the disciplines and allowing different people to delve deeper into a single field, a cobbled-together all-rounder team could be created.
However, his long-standing veneration of talent prevented him from realizing the terrifying coupling effect that academic specialization would bring.
It wasn't until Dumbledore's words jolted him awake: "You're slow on the uptake, Horace. Don't you realize that if a few dozen ordinary wizards who have achieved a certain level of expertise in different specialized fields work together, it's possible for them to catch up with you, an internationally renowned Potions Master, on some issues?"
"So you've got your word order backwards. Voldemort, we really don't take him seriously. The future of wizards..."
The specialization of disciplines is the primary issue we need to consider.
"How could a group of ordinary wizards possibly compare to me?" Slughorn didn't even want to refute this point; he believed it was impossible from the bottom of his heart.
How arrogant to disregard Voldemort! Although Voldemort regarded Dumbledore as the only person he feared in the past and never wanted to face him directly, Dumbledore could not truly defeat Voldemort—Slughorn thought that Dumbledore had grown quite arrogant in recent years.
He was about to retort when he suddenly realized something was amiss. A person's nature is very difficult to change, just like Dumbledore's humility, gentleness, and kindness; he would never speak arrogantly or confront people with a harsh tone.
Sensing something was wrong, he then found the discrepancy between the current Dumbledore and the Dumbledore in his memory: the words Dumbledore was saying should have been said by someone else.
He knew that person well too; a charismatic and ambitious man, a powerful figure who had swept through the entire wizarding world.
Clearly, Dumbledore is now influenced by that person again!
"Grindelwald!" His eyes were practically bulging out, and his low voice revealed that he thought Dumbledore had gone mad.
Dumbledore never expected that in just a few words, his old colleague would expose all his secrets: "I take back what I said, Horace. You are not dull; on the contrary, you are very perceptive."
"No, impossible. You couldn't have released Grindelwald for no reason." Slughorn shook his head repeatedly. Dumbledore wasn't the type to show favoritism; there must be a valid reason. "What happened that forced you to seek Grindelwald's help?"
He was genuinely frightened. He couldn't understand what could possibly make Dumbledore seek Grindelwald's help, especially after Dumbledore had such an outstanding student!
He didn't believe he could pull off a fireball explosion like Ryan's.
Fiery Blaze!
Grindelwald's Fiery Blaze!
The golden fireball that Ryan used and that blue Fiendfire were only different colors!
He suddenly realized that everything was predictable, and that the future was foreshadowed in the past.
But that future was so terrifying that Dumbledore actually chose to join forces with Grindelwald!
But Dumbledore didn't explain that much, instead asking, "Then you have to tell me first, how many Horcruxes did Voldemort actually make?"
Slughorn immediately got stuck, but Dumbledore wasn't in a hurry, and the two of them stood quietly behind the door.
Finally, the two of them could even hear Ryan and Harry in the hall getting a little anxious.
Slughorn finally pulled a small glass bottle from his pocket. Inside the bottle, a silvery, quicksand-like substance swirled, like a dream.
He handed the bottle to Dumbledore and asked with certainty, "Albus, that child—is it?"
"That night in Godric's Hollow, two people died in Harry's family, and the killer was extremely malicious. Everything fits the bill. I regret to state this, but everything you've thought is correct."
Dumbledore shook his head regretfully, tucking the bottle into his pocket. He was powerless to change what had already happened: "So, for Harry, what he has to do is, with the help of his teachers, control this power that is threatening to consume him."
"Although I believe you don't, I still want to ask you again as Lily Evans's teacher."
Slughorn's tone became unusually serious: "You're not going to use that child as a weapon against Voldemort, are you?"
"We are all getting old; the future belongs to them. Weapons, on the other hand, have no future. They are developed solely for the moment of firing."
"That's good."
The two tacitly ended their conversation, began packing their bags, and waved their wands back to back, putting everything they needed into the Seamless Extension Charm.
In the hall, Harry was bursting with energy, his body burning with rage, and he couldn't wait to fight Voldemort eight hundred rounds to prove his abilities.
It took him a long time to calm down: "Senior, what did you find at Diagon Alley?"
These words struck a nerve with Ryan, who hesitated for a moment before replying, "Well, some terrible things have happened, partly because of my negligence, and partly because the moment we foresaw has arrived. That's why I've come to see the headmaster."
Fortunately, he showed off his skills when he climbed over the alley, and his dark wizards didn't dare to breathe loudly. He guessed that those dark wizards were probably trying to find out about Burkborkin's whereabouts, planning to perform a sliding knee slide from the heart.
That's fine. With that old fox Burkeborkin around, those dark wizards won't be able to cause any trouble. But the most important thing is the livelihood of the magnum wizards. He plans to report the day's events to Dumbledore and then go to the Ministry of Magic to discuss with Ralvin the minimum living allowance for magnum wizards.
This should have been part of a system in place from the very beginning of the Magic Wizard's existence, but he neglected it. He hadn't experienced the lack of research funding for a long time and subconsciously forgot about this step.
The door to the side hall opened, and Dumbledore and Slughorn emerged from the room: "We are pleased to welcome a new advisor. Because my old colleague was unwilling to continue his teaching position, he finally agreed to become a special advisor to Hogwarts after our persuasion."
He was the first to applaud.
Ryan and Harry also applauded.
Slughorn still wore a bitter expression. Although he had regained his memories and could finally sleep at night, he genuinely didn't want to get involved in these matters.
God knows what he'll face after joining Hogwarts!