Harry Potter’s Strongest Senior

"Old man, you have to help me with this." Dumbledore flattered Horace. Slughorn said.

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"Isn't this embarrassing? I finally retired. I want to live a leisurely life. Teaching is too brain-intensive. You might as well hire another genius, Dumbledore." Horace refused.

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"In the UK, where can you find a potions professor with more experience than you. It's only one semester, and when the next school year starts, Snape will come back."

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Dumbledore said as he took out a box of frosted pineapples from under his oversized robes. Judging by the degree of deformation of the packaging, the pineapple cakes inside were likely to be unlucky.

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"Uh, the taste shouldn't matter, can you try it?" Dumbledore handed it over.

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This is Horace's favorite dessert. Dumbledore specially bought it for Horace, but it looks a little embarrassing now.

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"I'll eat it later." Horace put the frosted pineapple aside.

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"Why send Snape? Mag should also be a suitable candidate." Horace asked.

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"Minerva can indeed, but Severus' thoughtful thinking is more suitable for this task." Dumbledore replied.

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"But is it necessary to live in Belgium for six months?"

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Dumbledore explained, "This is the intention of the other two principals, to gather the designers of the competition, cut off contact with the outside world, and prevent the content from leaking."

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"This hegemony competition is expected to design 6 competition items, and each of the three parties will send two designers. One in-service teacher and one staff member of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department are needed."

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Dumbledore originally wanted to send Professor McGonagall there. She was an old Hogwarts staff member with all the qualifications and abilities, but thinking of cooperating with the other two parties to design the question, he felt that Snape was more suitable.

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Although Snape doesn't like to talk, he has a lot of heart and is careful. When designing levels with competitors, he can also pay attention to whether the opponents are biasing the design of the game content towards themselves.

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Durmstrang has a star player, active Seeker for the Bulgarian national team, and if Durmstrang's designers made a game about Quidditch, it would be a good match for Hogwarts and Babston. very unfavorable.

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"It's only for one semester, and I'll leave when the time comes." Horace finally agreed to Dumbledore after struggling for a while.

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"Don't worry, Snape's potions class is very good, I won't let you go if you want to." Dumbledore teased.

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On the last day of the vacation, Sean had no choice but to get up early. In the past two weeks, he habitually observed the growth of the two flowers.

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"What is this?" Sean saw a small green bud the size of a peanut growing under the calyx of the red flower, "It grew, it grew, it finally grew!"

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Sean jumped up excitedly. He thought that the two flowers were abandoned by himself. Now that he saw the little flower buds, Sean breathed a sigh of relief. Next, he just needed to be patient and wait for the flowers to bloom.

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"It will come out in spring, I'll be waiting for three or four months!" Sean estimated the time.

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In the ancient Egyptian period, the two flowers were actually very good to support, but it took more time. The branches took two years to grow, one year for red flowers and one year for white flowers. The final point is that they only bear one fruit.

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Fourteen days of vacation brought good news to Sean at the end, but brought Snape a scratching notice.

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Dumbledore walked through a quiet neighborhood where Snape lived, Spider End Alley.

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"Bang bang bang." In front of an ordinary red brick room, Dumbledore knocked on the wooden door.

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The wooden door seemed to be equipped with an automatic sensing device, and immediately opened for Dumbledore. As soon as Old Deng entered the door, he saw Snape greet him with a gloomy face.

"Severus, how is your luggage?" Dumbledore asked.

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Long before the holiday, Dumbledore decided to send Snape to Belgium to participate in the level design of the Tournament.

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"Professor Slughorn agreed to come over and take the class, right?" Snape said.

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"He still sells me for this face. You don't have to worry about the school here. You also know about Horace's level. You go there, be careful. The two principals should know. Sean's situation."

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"When designing the level, the two schools must tacitly suppress Sean, especially Durmstrang. If possible, you should try to reduce and prevent the content related to Quidditch."

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Snape nodded, this is their weakness, no, this is Sean's personal weakness.

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Sean, who was far away at the Leaky Cauldron, sneezed inexplicably.

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"It's so cold today!" Sean tightened his coat.

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In a good mood, he is even more motivated to carry the plate.

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"This kid, why is it like being beaten with blood?" Old Tom wondered.

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Dumbledore and Snape also explained what they should have explained, and suddenly he remembered something.

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"Ah, I forgot an important thing. This trip to Belgium is considered a business trip. The school's salary will be paid, and there will be a travel fee equal to the salary, which the Ministry of Magic will give to you."

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Hearing the double salary, Snape's face didn't show a trace of joy. He was alone, and he didn't have a girlfriend, so the salary was enough.

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"Tomorrow morning, at nine o'clock, go to the Ministry of Magic to find Sinkness." Dumbledore said.

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On Friday, January 7, 1994, the students ushered in a new year, a new semester, and what is even more gratifying is that after returning to school today, tomorrow is the weekend, and they can have two more days off.

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King's Cross Station, platform 9?, students one after another either pushing carts or carrying suitcases through the pillars of the platform.

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Sean's luggage and two flowers were put into the space extension bag, and he only held Jerry, who was getting fatter day by day, in his hand. The trend of Harbin body type development.

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"Chrissy!" Sean beckoned, and Jerry's ears perked up.

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"Sean, and little Jerry." Chris trotted to Sean, lovingly stroking Jerry's soft hair.

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Old Barty was still the one who sent Chrissy. He retired at home and had nothing to do. He could only spend time chatting with his granddaughter.

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"Mr. Crouch." Sean greeted.

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"Sean, I'm very optimistic about you in the next school year's Tournament. If Chris has a chance to be selected for the Hogwarts team, you can take care of her more." Barty said.

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At this time, Sean saw Old Barty and said with emotion, "Is this a blessing in disguise? In the original plot, Old Barty died during the competition. Now that he has retired, he doesn't need to host the competition."

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Sean didn't think the next school year's hegemony tournament would be peaceful, and whether there would be people pretending to be identities to sneak in. Maybe Dumbledore had taken precautions, but in such a big game, there are too many ways to make trouble.

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When the two were talking, a bloated, bald old man in a custom-made high-end suit came into their sight.

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"This is?" Sean had seen the old man, "It's Horace!"

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"Horace Slughorn, why is he here." Old Barty also recognized the visitor.

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