Dinner.
The kitchen was buzzing with activity.
Hufflepuff walked out of the kitchen door. The greedy little badger had already swallowed his saliva at the various potato recipes.
Two of the biggest benefits of being a Hufflepuff are that they are the first to know what to eat and they are also the ones who can have late night snacks.
This made them unwilling to trade with Gryffindor Tower.
A greedy student secretly took one and put it in his pocket.
They walked down the corridor to the Great Hall, where the students of Hogwarts gathered.
Students from various houses talked about their vacation arrangements without any worries, and seventh-grade students discussed where they would go in the future.
There are also people who are reluctant to say goodbye.
There are also people who seek death and are doing crazy temptations.
After Malfoy was hoisted up again, John couldn't help but shake his head.
"Draco, you need to calm down."
This temper is not good for entering a magical society.
But Malfoy, who had cast the Golden Bell and landed on it, said arrogantly: "Restrain? It's only right to tell them not to mess with me without their eyes!"
Just kidding, the eldest son of the Malfoy family, the first ancient clan in the ancient alliance.
In a place like Hogwarts where there are still rules, you need to be more restrained. But outside of society, wouldn't you just bully others?
When John thought about it, it seemed that Malfoy was right.
It doesn't matter if the status gap is not reflected in school. In society, it is really about status and status.
Rarely, John agreed with Malfoy.
Slughorn tapped his glass.
He stood up and announced to all the students: "Eat!"
He likes this kind of simple and direct speech more and more.
It was John's last meal at Hogwarts. He cut into a roast chicken and sliced off the meat.
The table knife can be played with in his hands, flying up and down flexibly on his fingertips without even leaving a mark on the bones.
This set of actions stunned Malfoy.
"Why are you, a wizard, so handy with these things?" Malfoy didn't understand.
But the two big men shuddered. Once, John nailed the little wizard's hand to the table with a fork.
Eating the chicken slowly, John glanced at the decorative colors of the auditorium.
Silver and green, just like the day he stepped into school.
He defended the glory of Slytherin for seven years, and this glory was engraved with John Wick's name.
This meal was not eaten quickly, and the seventh grade students seemed to be reminiscing about their experiences over the years.
Maybe they weren't the best group of people, but what they experienced was definitely the most thrilling seven years in the history of Hogwarts.
Malfoy is going to the Quidditch Pro Tournament.
Neville is heading to the Albanian forest.
Daphne is ready to take over the family business.
Each partner has his or her own belonging.
They talked, laughed, and thought about the future without restraint.
After entering society, you may not be able to do what you want, or you may be suppressed.
These seven years were the motivation for them to sleep in countless dark nights and wake up the next morning.
The meal ends before half past eight.
It was like their seven years had finally come to an end.
John held the half-drinked ice lemon juice in his hand and looked up at the staff table.
Snape looked at him across the table.
John raised his glass silently, and Snape also raised his glass.
What John once longed for is now gone.
What he once longed for was now in the past.
The toast between the two seemed to be a return to the few friendships they had shared over the past seven years.
Snape was not a good dean, at least for John, he was not a good ***.
He should be ambitious
Bob, bound to Hogwarts because of love.
He is not a good teacher either. His teaching skills can only be verified by geniuses.
But sometimes he would help John speak.
When doubt arose, he would Slytherin out.
"He is suitable for conducting experiments alone, not for being imprisoned in an ivory tower."
John felt sorry for the man trapped in love.
Looking at Gryffindor, I was once annoyed by the arrangement of the Sorting Hat.
There are the friends I first met and the partners I took adventures with.
But in the end, it drifted away.
Harry will go to Auror training, Hermione wants to join the Ministry of Magic, and Ron heard that he wants to open a shop like the twins.
Ginny and Luna still go to school here.
Everything has changed, and yet it seems that nothing has changed.
The dinner ended with John's cup disappearing.
Malfoy and Daphne organized the young wizards to go to the various common rooms for the last time.
John went to the principal's office.
Slughorn opened the oak mead for his arrival.
He smelled it carefully before drinking it and said, "Ever since I was poisoned that time, I can't change this habit."
"It's not a bad thing to be cautious," John took the glass without smelling it like Slughorn did, but drank it without warning, "This is not the bottle I gave you."
"I plan to keep your bottle," Slughorn said with a hearty laugh. "The mead sent by the great second king, I will only take it out on grand occasions."
"I don't believe you. I bet three galleons that you will drink it any night." John also smiled.
With Slughorn's character of extremely enjoying food, he would definitely put good things in his stomach for safekeeping.
"Bet, John, you will lose." Slughorn was very determined.
Because it is not just a gift that people use privileges to satisfy their vanity, but a gift from someone who deserves respect.
The two don't look like a student and a principal, but like two old friends.
Sitting on the sofa, Slughorn talked about John's future.
"The international wizarding society is currently discussing the election," Slughorn said, taking a sip of wine and smacking his mouth. "I saw Silverhand's gift in the newspaper. The international wizards are full of praise for you."
"But there are some things," Slughorn picked up a pineapple preserve and put it into his mouth. "With your current strength, I'm afraid some people don't want to see it."
As a Slytherin, although Slughorn only likes to collect students, his wisdom is beyond doubt.
The growth of Silver Hand means moving a small piece of cake.
In the past, I would have been suppressed from all sides in the UK, but now I have stepped out of the international magical society.
Interest groups in various countries will not sit idly by.
Especially Germany, which is still quarreling over the position of Minister of Magic.
John raised his eyebrows, swung the wine in his glass and said, "It's the challenge that makes it interesting."
"How about I stay as a professor for two years?" John was not kidding.
Hogwarts is a large educational institution that monopolizes talents from surrounding countries.
If John becomes a professor, he can continue to instill his ideas in talents.
The reason why Dumbledore has so many fans is because he has served at Hogwarts for many years.
Voldemort tried his best to return to Hogwarts to teach, and applied several times.
It can be seen that for the Dark Lord, this position also has extraordinary appeal.
So when John said this, he was really moved.
"You're staying?" Slughorn shook his head and said, "You won't."
Yes, there is a huge second dynasty outside, and their king comes back to teach and educate people?
John is not Voldemort, he has an inheritance. .z.
Voldemort had nothing but followers.
Even all kinds of treasures were obtained by killing people and selling goods.
John's family has a big business, so there are advantages to staying, but there are also disadvantages.
"I think my friends may also need my help." John shrugged, "But donating money to Hogwarts is not a bad thing."
There was so much money in his little wizard's foundation that he had nowhere to spend it.
As a money bank dedicated to serving young wizards, there is no better way to send money to Hogwarts.
"Not a bad idea," Slughorn beamed.
John gave him a Merlin Order, and he also gave John a platform to meet talents from all walks of life.
The relationship between the two is both borrowing and repaying, and this kind of cooperation makes people feel comfortable.
Slughorn was happy to be able to continue to build a reputation for himself before retiring.
As the sky lights up.
The school year at Hogwarts is over.
Many students walked out of the castle.
Their luggage has been sent to the train. In this regard, the wizarding world is much more comfortable than the Muggles.
In the sky, two owls, black and white, flew across.
Tom followed John with his tail wagging, and Hagrid came with Fang to say goodbye to John.
Behind him, Graup also waved innocently.
Luna walked by with the Snorlax and waved to John.
"Bye, John."
【Ding……】
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