"Hermione, why did you ask Fish to agree to his invitation?"
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After Slughorn left contentedly with his big belly, Mao Mao immediately asked with a little dissatisfaction.
"Fisch doesn't like that guy meow!"
"I don't like him either."
Hermione first agreed, and then explained: "But anyway, he is a professor, and it is not good to keep rejecting his invitation."
Of course, these words were only used to appease the cat. The real reason was that she noticed Harry's struggles, and because her mother was also a member of the Slug Club, Hermione decided to help him
In the situation just now, if even Fish refused, Harry would definitely be ashamed to agree to Professor Slughorn's invitation.
She thought for a while, and then said: "And Dumbledore didn't say that Professor Slughorn likes to 'collect' talented students. You refused this time, and maybe there will be a next time. Why don't you take advantage of it tonight?" Explain things to him."
"That's right" Maomao waved his fist and said, "If he refuses to merge the Slug Club into the Maomao Club tonight, Fish will beat him up!"
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"That's not what I meant!" Hermione hurriedly dissuaded: "And if you do this, aren't you afraid that Minerva will be angry?"
Hearing that Hermione had moved out of Professor McGonagall, Fish immediately froze.
"It's not that you said to talk to him tonight" Mao Mao wrinkled his nose and muttered.
"I mean, let's turn down the invitation to join the Slug Club tonight, so he shouldn't bother you in the future." Hermione explained dumbfoundingly.
Then she glanced at Harry again, and said considerately: "Harry, you don't have to think about us, just join if you want to join"
After catching a glimpse of Fish's cheeks puffing up suddenly and wanting to accuse Harry, Hermione quickly added: "After all, your mother once joined the Slug Club."
Fish blinked, his anger subsided in an instant, and in turn persuaded Hermione together.
"That's right meow, Albus also said that joining that club is good, and anyway, it will be snatched by Fish sooner or later, so it doesn't matter if you join now meow!"
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Mao Mao crossed her hands, said solemnly, nodding her head.
"Ah um thank you."
Harry knew they were well intentioned, thanked them with a smile, and didn't bother to explain that the reason why he didn't agree to Slughorn's invitation before was mainly because he didn't like the attitude of the other party
Another reason is that Draco Malfoy had already agreed to Slughorn's invitation when he was on the train, which also made Harry feel a little resistant to joining the club.
Of course it was impossible for Fish and Hermione to go back to do their homework in the afternoon. He turned into a cat and wandered around the castle, enjoying being stroked and fed by other people from time to time, or looking for someone pleasing to the eye. The place squinted for a while.
Mao Mao spent a Saturday afternoon leisurely as always, and after dinner time, he returned to the common room to join Hermione, Ginny and Harry.
The four said goodbye to Ron, who was upset, and came to Professor Slughorn's office together.
Since Snape did not move his office to the third floor, and because Slughorn needed a venue large enough to entertain the club members, his office was much larger than the average teacher's room.
"Ha! Look who's here?" Almost at the same time as the four of them pushed the door open, Slughorn greeted him, and he loudly said enthusiastically: "The famous Fish and Harry! There are also grades. Miss Granger, who has always been at the top, and Miss Wesley, who has amazing magical power!"
As soon as he came up, he grabbed the arms of Fish and Harry respectively, and led them into the house. At the same time, he did not forget to give Hermione and Ginny a friendly nod. Enshi is simply worlds apart.
Fish didn't resist, because he was already attracted by the aroma of food wafting around the room.
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"Let me introduce you, this is Gwenog Jones, from the Holyhead Harpies"
Slughorn pulled the two of them towards a dark-skinned witch who was obviously not a Hogwarts student, but halfway there, he suddenly found that he couldn't move
To be exact, it was the cats who were originally cooperating that suddenly stood still, and Slughorn naturally couldn't drag Fish.
&nMaybe I don't want to be anyone's 'collection' meow! "
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Mao Mao put down the knife and fork in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth, and replied with a serious face
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
Shen Changqing walked on the road, and whenever he met someone he knew well, he would say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who.
There is no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing is used to it.
Because this is the Zhenmagic Division, an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main duty is to kill demons and ghosts, and of course there are some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Town Magic Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
Zhenmusi is huge.
Those who can stay in Zhenmusi are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Zhenmagic Division is divided into two professions, one is the guardian envoy, and the other is the exorcising envoy.
Anyone who enters the Town of Demons starts from the lowest level of the Demon Slayer,
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the town of magic division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer.
Possesses the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with Zhenmensi's environment.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.
Unlike other places full of chills in Zhenmusi, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Zhenmusi.
At this time, the attic door was open, and people occasionally came in and out.
Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.
Enter the attic.
The environment has changed in vain.
A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed to his face, making his brows furrowed instinctively, but then relaxed quickly.
There is almost no way to clean off the bloody smell on everyone in Zhenmusi. </div>