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"Really! Really! Harry was truly one of the few students I had ever seen with such talent. He was practically the perfect combination of Lily and James—though thankfully, not quite as mischievous as James. Oh, right, Harry, remind me, what other classes had you chosen?" Professor Horace Slughorn asked drunkenly.

"Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology—" Harry answered quietly.

"They are all required courses for Aurors," Snape interrupted with a contemptuous sneer, then gave a cold smile.

"Yes, that's right. That is my ambition," Harry said, unwilling to be outdone.

"I believe in you, Harry. You will definitely become a great Auror someday!" Professor Horace Slughorn declared loudly, then raised his goblet and shouted to everyone around him—

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, let us raise a glass to Harry Potter—to our future great Auror!"

"To Harry!"

Apparently, everyone still gave Professor Horace Slughorn and Harry some face. They happily raised their glasses and offered Harry their blessings, while Harry—

Took the opportunity to slip away from Professor Horace Slughorn's side.

His face was bright red, as though he were terribly embarrassed.

Harry stayed bent over with his head lowered as he sneaked away for more than a dozen steps. Only then did he stop, slowly straighten up, and let out a sigh of relief.

"I don't think you should become an Auror," a hollow, airy voice suddenly spoke from behind Harry. "Aurors are part of the conspiracy. I thought everyone knew they were planning to combine Dark Magic and guns to incite the Ministry of Magic."

"Ah! Luna!" Harry was clearly startled by Luna's sudden appearance. "Y-you're here. You... where did you just go?"

Harry patted his chest and caught his breath.

"I just ran into Tierra and Hermione," Luna said airily. "Tierra... hmm... the Tierras asked us to dance.