The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Chapter 569 Tangled Firenze

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The young white-headed Auror walked back and forth, looking at the group of graduates with great interest.

At this time, Cedric happened to come out from another passage.

The two of them shook hands cordially, smiled and talked about something.

At this time, the graduates, together with the two officials from the Ministry of Magic who came with the young white-headed Auror, stood upright like javelins.

"They're going to report to the Auror office!"

Ron said excitedly, with a strong taste of envy in his tone.

"How is this possible? The exam results haven't come out yet!" Hermione frowned and retorted, "Every year, very few people are admitted early by the Ministry of Magic and the Auror Office, and more Hogwarts graduates have to do it on their own. Leave, and then find a way to find a job by yourself, it is impossible for so many people to join the Auror army collectively, and the Ministry of Magic will send a special person to pick it up!"

Ron glanced at Hermione when he heard the words, and said quite proudly:

"Hermione, you are indeed very smart, but this time, you are wrong! I just told the news, but George and Fred told me! They also got the early admission of the Auror army, unfortunately they Their dream was to open a magic joke house, so they rejected it. But what they can confirm is that these people are all prospective Aurors who have been admitted in advance by the Auror army. Become an Auror!"

Hermione frowned even more, and without showing any weakness, she pushed forward and emphasized her voice:

"I repeat, it's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. Remember the last battle in the Department of Mysteries? A lot of Aurors were sacrificed that time, and the Ministry of Magic has entered a state of war, so the Auror army is in short supply now!" Ron said. Opening his hands, "So now, on the premise of maintaining the original salary, the Auror troops have lowered the conditions and started to expand their recruitment! And Hogwarts is obviously his best source of troops."

Ron looked at the group of graduates again, "These people were all recommended by Link as a member of the Ministry of Magic of China after the preliminary review!

If you still don't believe me, just ask Link! "

Hearing that Hermione was speechless, it was naturally impossible for her to do the questioning of Link.

She maintains absolute trust in Link.

Harry's eyes widened.

His dream was to become an Auror, and unfortunately, his Potions grades were terrible.

It's still unknown whether he can continue to study in the Potions Advanced Class next year, but if he wants to become an Auror, his Potions must be excellent!

Now that the Auror army has begun to expand its recruitment, does that mean he has a chance too?

After reacting, Harry immediately grabbed Ron's sleeve and said:

"How long will their expansion last?"

"Who knows? It depends on when the Ministry of Magic's state of war will be lifted." Ron shook his head and said, "And wars, you know, you can never predict accurately. It may last for several years, maybe It might be over tomorrow."

Hearing this, Harry nodded and tugged at his hair a little annoyed.

Just like every time he was bullied by his cousin when he was young, he began to complain about his age again.

If I were two more years old, I'm afraid I could become an Auror with those graduates now, right?

There are not a few people who think like Harry.

Just over a decade after the Second Wizarding War, the image of the Aurors as war heroes still remains in people's minds.

In addition, the third wizarding war may start soon, and the Ministry of Magic after entering the state of war has started a lot of positive publicity for Aurors, as well as the super high salaries of Aurors themselves.

This makes it the dream of many little wizards to become an Auror.

Under the eyes of countless envious and jealous eyes, the equally excited graduates finally completed the domestication of the young white-headed Auror, and began to board the waiting carriage in an untidy but serious queue.

After all the graduates boarded the car, the young white-headed Auror suddenly stood up straight and bowed respectfully towards the second floor.

Everyone followed his gaze, only to realize that Link and Dumbledore were standing in front of a window, watching all this.

For a while, the foyer became lively again.

Almost everyone was cheering Link and Dumbledore's names loudly.

Link waved to everyone with a smile, and waited until the carriages of the Ministry of Magic gradually moved away before he looked away and looked at Dumbledore.

At this moment, Dumbledore looked a little melancholy.

He met Link's gaze and sighed:

"Link, you must treat these children well. They are also real people, not a string of cold numbers on paper. They can be sacrificed, but they must be sacrificed meaningfully!"

Link looked at Dumbledore with contempt, and said lightly:

"If you think too much, these people are not qualified to be cannon fodder on the battlefield based on their strength. They are stationed in the Auror army, just standing on the platform and adding more voices that belong to me."

Hearing that Dumbledore didn't speak, he just shook his head calmly.

If the students from Hogwarts are useless to this extent, what is Link doing to manage Hogwarts?

If you simply want to find someone to stand on the platform, wouldn't the senior hunters in the Foley family who signed the unbreakable oath be more reliable?

So what Link just said is completely nonsense.

But it doesn't matter.

Dumbledore believed that Link was a wise man who knew what to do.

As long as he expresses his attitude clearly, Link will naturally handle everything.

In this way, a wave of hidden temptations between Link and Dumbledore ended perfectly.

Only then did Link look to the outside of the room, where a centaur was standing.

This is the current divination professor at Hogwarts - Firenze.

Compared with when he first came to Hogwarts, Firenze has not changed at all.

He still had that primitive appearance, and the high level of civilization in Hogwarts Castle hadn't changed him in any way.

Perhaps for him, there is actually no difference between setting foot in a castle and walking in a forest.

Just looking at him, a smile appeared on Link's face.

He said with a smile:

"Professor Firenze, is your tribe okay?"

As soon as this remark came out, Firenze bowed respectfully to Link and said:

"Thank you for your care and gifts. Thanks to you, the living standard of my tribe has improved significantly, and the whole tribe is also thriving!"

He spoke the truth.

Because even though he had already lived in Hogwarts Castle, he would return to visit his clansmen in the Forbidden Forest every two days.

And as Link dumped more and more Muggle items to the centaurs, the life of the Forbidden Forest centaurs tribe was becoming more and more modern.

This kind of modernization is also inevitably reflected in Firenze.

For example, he now has a pink hairpin stuck in his hair.

Link's eyes fell on the hairpin, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider. He nodded and said meaningfully:

"I can see that."

Firenze touched the hairpin on his head, smiled wryly and said:

"A foal of the clan put it on for me. She said it looked good on me."

When speaking, Firenze had an extremely complicated expression.

He himself is a devout natural believer, following the philosophy of the ancient horsemen.

This made his brain full of wisdom, and also acquired the rare knowledge and astrological ability among the centaur group.

It is precisely because of this that he is very clear that those modern Muggle items are slow poisons for the horses!

They increase horse people's productivity and make their lives more comfortable.

When you are thirsty, you don’t need to search for water sources, just open a bottle of mineral water.

When you’re hungry, you don’t have to take the risk to go hunting, or eat fruit or dried fruit bitterly, but eat the canned luncheon meat brought by Link directly.

When it’s cold, you don’t need to fight hard or apply to the patriarch for the meager clothes, but just put on a sweater.

You don't have to worry about being bitten by bugs when you are sleepy, but you can lie directly on the warm and comfortable big bed.

...

There are too many similar things.

They are causing the horse people to gradually lose their original extraordinary nature and become ordinary, thorough animals!

This is Link's strategy.

He wants to rely on this method to completely and completely annex the centaur tribe from the soul to the body!

This made Firenze extremely distressed.

But on the other hand, the various Muggle items brought by Link have actually improved the lifespan and safety of the horse people.

Especially those Muggle drugs.

Although these things are not as miraculous as potions, they have immediate effects on various infant diseases!

They have greatly increased the birth rate and life expectancy of the centaur tribe!

Those pure smiles really made him unable to let go.

Whether to stand up and resist, or lie flat and accept Link's rule.

This plunged him into an abyss of confusion!

"Okay, let's meet Trelawney now. I always feel that the collision of your two completely different divination systems may produce some wonderful reactions. I hope you can give me some satisfaction today. answer."

Link's voice sounded again, waking Firenze up from his confusion.

Looking at Link and Dumbledore who were gradually going away, Firenze sighed and followed obediently.

Perhaps, he shouldn't dwell on this issue.

Because he has already made a choice with his actual actions.

...

Trelawney's residence and office are above the original divination classroom.

It was a not-so-small attic.

Just the right size for someone of Trelawney's stature.

In fact, Trelawney's loft could even be said to be the most beautiful room in Hogwarts if properly cared for.

With its sloping ceilings, beautiful portholes and stunning views, it could be beautiful with a little makeover.

It's a pity that Trelawney is not like her name, a goddess who loves beauty.

In contrast, Trelawney's reputation as a slob was well-known throughout Hogwarts.

So before going to Trelawney's residence, Link was already mentally prepared to see a mess.

But even so, when he actually stood in the attic, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

At this moment, Trelawney's attic could no longer be described with the word 'a mess'.

This is simply a garbage disposal site!

There are all kinds of empty wine bottles piled up everywhere in the attic.

The insides of these empty wine bottles are probably the cleanest things in the attic.

Because everywhere else is densely covered with vomit.

Some of the vomit was still wet, and the sour smell of alcohol and half-digested food constantly emitted from the body polluted the air in the attic.

But what's more, it's completely dry and sticky stains on the floor!

As for Trelawney herself, she was lying like a dead body among the rubbish all over the floor.

It was as if she herself had become a large piece of garbage!

Both Link and Dumbledore frowned, with expressions of distaste hard to hide, Link's eyes even filled with a kind of intense disgust.

The only person present with a natural expression was Firenze.

He carefully avoided the glass wine bottles all over the floor, put all his limbs and hooves into the attic, and then explained with a calm expression:

"She is a drinker, and many students have mentioned to me that Professor Trelawney was also drunk in class.

And after you disqualified her from teaching, she was out of control.

Eventually he became an alcoholic.

Drinking the cheapest spirits all day long, drunk and dreaming, drank to sleep, woke up to drink. "

Link frowned and said:

"How did you know?"

"Because I have visited Ms. Trelawney a few times. After all, she is the former professor of Divination. I think she may still have some work to hand over to me. It's a pity..."

Firenze didn't continue talking, but simply shook his head.

That meaning is already obvious.

Trelawney's work is not handover, it is completely improvised.

And even if a handover is required, Trelawney will not cooperate.

She preferred to see Firenze, her successor, doomed.

"So you knew that Trelawney's life was going from bad to worse, but you didn't do anything, not even notify us?"

Link spoke slowly, his brows furrowed deeper.

Trelawney couldn't die.

At least for a short time she can't die.

This will affect the operation of Link's plan.

But now, Trelawney was drinking as if she might die suddenly at any moment.

This made Link very dissatisfied.