The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Hermione moved quickly.

She selected the elite Aurors and, along with Mr. Weasley, gave them emergency training.

The content is the basic common sense and laws of the Muggle world.

With the cooperation of the Prime Minister, they were sent to law enforcement agencies across the UK to set up a [Special Incidents Office] to deal with the damage caused by dark wizards together with ordinary police officers.

The concept of wizards has gradually begun to enter the official sight.

Voldemort is still causing trouble, and all the Dementors in Azkaban have surrendered to him, as well as dark creatures such as werewolves and giants.

But in the past half month, there has been no news about Mo Bai, as if he had disappeared.

The devil hiding in the darkness makes everyone uneasy.

"Minister! Director!"

In the office, Hermione was talking to Scrimgeour about work when an Auror suddenly broke in.

Scrimgeour frowned immediately.

"Don't you know to knock?"

"Nothing," Hermione waved her hand, "What is it?!"

The Auror's Adam's apple slid slightly, "Mo Bai's people appeared."

"Horace Slughorn, a former Slytherin headmaster and Potions professor who worked at Hogwarts, is very good at Potions and can expertly brew Felicia Potion."

The Auror reported the information to Hermione.

"This man lived in his own home after retirement until Voldemort's resurrection. His home was searched by Death Eaters before, but no signs of fighting were found, which means that he had already escaped."

"It's possible that Voldemort wants to recruit or capture him."

"Until today, Aurors and Muggle police were patrolling the neighborhood and discovered Slughorn's traces."

"Aurors sensed magical fluctuations and heard the sound of Apparition as they passed a Muggle residence."

"When we went in, we found that it had been through a battle. Here, we found personal items with Slughorn's name on them."

He pulled out two photos, which didn't move, and were obviously taken by Muggles.

The first photo shows an ordinary house, which is in a mess, with the furniture broken into pieces and bloodstains on the ground.

The second photo is of a broken cauldron with a name engraved on the bottom.

Slughorn.

What concerned Hermione the most was that in the first photo, the walls and the ground were covered with cuts from sharp weapons, like sword marks.

"Because the Minister has emphasized to us," the Auror pursed his lips, "Mo Bai is also a monk, he can use the oriental long sword."

"So we have reason to believe that it was Mo Bai who took Slughorn away personally."

"No," Hermione shook her head, "This shouldn't have been done by Mo Bai himself."

"The marks of the sword are too scattered and too shallow."

"He's not that rough."

Besides, a Slughorn was not worthy of his sword.

There was an inexplicable meaning in her eyes, “This is Cynthia’s work.”

Mo Bai, what exactly are you going to do?

A flash of light flashed in my mind.

When did this Slughorn teach at Hogwarts?

She hooked her fingers and the information in the Auror's hand fell into her hand.

She pulled out Slughorn's resume.

Slughorn served at Hogwarts for a long time, from 1938 to 1945.

This is the time when little Tom is at school.

The complicated thoughts in her mind seemed to have found a breakthrough. She lowered her head and curled the corners of her lips.

When he looked up again, his face was expressionless.

"Assign some forces to search for Slughorn. Once any trace is found, report to the headquarters first."

"Our focus now is still to unite the Muggles to fight Voldemort, do you understand?"

"Understood! Minister!"

After the Auror left, Hermione picked up the teacup and looked at the pattern on it.

You better be what I think...

At this time, the old man who was as fat as a walrus slowly opened his eyes.

He suddenly got up and found himself lying on a large soft bed, surrounded by exquisite and gorgeous decorations, and the sun was shining outside the window.

I subconsciously covered my shoulder and found that the injured area had been bandaged.

"My men were a little careless, I hope you can understand."

He turned back sharply.

In the sight, a delicate boy who looks harmless is sitting on the soft sofa, legs crossed, sipping a cup of black tea.

The sunlight fell on him from his side, like a beautiful oil painting.

A chill instantly went up from the old man's tailbone to his eyebrows.

Although he was avoiding the Death Eaters everywhere, he was not isolated from the news.

He knew that Dumbledore had been brutally murdered, and the murderer's photo was prominently displayed on the headline of the Daily Prophet.

"It seems that you know me, so I'll skip the process of introducing myself."

Mo Bai waved his hand, and a cup of tea floated towards the old man.

"Calm yourself with a cup of tea, Mr. Slughorn."

Slughorn took the cup shakily, but just held it.

"As an excellent potion master, you should be able to easily tell whether I added any additives or not. Just taste my cooking skills."

Slughorn swallowed nervously, and the teacup and saucer kept making crisp clinking sounds.

Under Mo Bai's gaze, he took a sip.

The fragrant and sweet black tea seemed to dispel some of the coldness, and he was visibly calmer after drinking it.

"How about it?"

The boy seemed very excited.

"very nice."

The boy was obviously satisfied with his reaction, "Very good."

"Then let's get to the point."

Slughorn instantly became nervous again. He forced a smile and said, "I'm just an ordinary wizard."

"Mr. Slughorn, you are not ordinary," Mo Bai put down his teacup and crossed his fingers in front of his chest, "You are an excellent potion master, and during your time at Hogwarts, you have many talented people under you."

"You have trained many outstanding wizards and witches in Quidditch, politics, business, journalism, etc. Am I right?"

Speaking of this, Slughorn couldn't help but show a hint of pride on his face, and he even wanted to introduce his outstanding student to Mo Bai.

But when I turned around, I realized that I was in a strange room and in front of me was a devil who killed people without blinking an eye.

The movement froze in place.

"It's just a compliment, just a compliment."

"The reason I asked you to come here is that I want to talk to you about your most outstanding student."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Slughorn broke out in a cold sweat.

Mo Bai ignored his reaction and continued, "I know that when Tom was a student, he had a very important conversation with you, the dean. I want to know the full content of the conversation."

Slughorn flashed those images through his mind and forced a smile.

"Of course, no problem."

Mo Bai narrowed his eyes and looked at him, his magic power flashing away.

"No, no, no, Mr. Slughorn. What I want to know is what you have hidden."

Slughorn's face changed.