Chapter 713： Consider the feelings of young people (sincerely thank the leader Jiang Nannan, ...

(..) "I like to take the subway so that I don't think about it ... oops." Dumbledore burst into a sudden cry, and Harry quickly lowered his head, noticing that Dumbledore's right hand was injured on his arm.

"It doesn't look very attractive, right?" Dumbledore moved the fingertips of the four fingers that seemed to be scorched or dark and corroded except for the thumb. Dumbledore murmured: "To be honest, this It's a very thrilling story. I thought Tom would be more powerful than I thought at that age. "

"Voldemort?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's look, but the other party seemed completely meaningless. To avoid embarrassment, Harry continued, "Yes, Dumbledore, Mr. Arthur Weasley this year. Allen was also invited to the Burrow as a guest, and Allen agreed. It is really rare. You have to know that he has not been there for several summer vacations. "

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Harry, and he smiled: "Arthur didn't tell me this. Why did he invite Professor Harris to be a guest?"

"Because when Mr. Arthur Weasley was hospitalized in the protection of the prophecy ball attack, Alan brought Ron, George, Fred, and Ginny to see him. Plus the twins were in Diagon Alley. The joke shop I opened was also invested by Allen, so Mr. Weasley wanted to invite Allen to be a guest at home after he recovered. "Harry pondered, he was a little hesitant to ask his doubts out, but he was still brave in the end Asked, "Dumbledore, why didn't you let Fox take us to the past? That way, as long as Mrs. Weasley sent us a letter, you wouldn't even be notified to us, so it wouldn't be Mr. Weasley's encounter. We will know a few seconds after the attack. And the former head of Hogwarts in the headmaster ’s office, Delice Derwent, also has a portrait of her in St. Mungo ’s Hospital, and Mr. Arthur also has a portrait in the Ministry of Magic and the headmaster ’s office. Principal Fran discovered the first time, why can't they say that they notified us? "

"I'm sorry, Harry. That was my fault. I was thinking about dealing with other things at the time, and I ignored these methods, as I told you before, those things I did and those I didn't do. With the regrets of older people. Young people do n’t know what older people think or how they feel, but if older people forget what they were like when they were younger, it ’s great It's wrong ... I will try to take this into consideration as much as possible in the future. "Dumbledore looked at Harry from above his half-moon lens, concealing his concerns about Allen's behavior, and said," But not now When telling a story, take my arm. Do what I said. "

Harry grabbed Dumbledore's forearm.

"Very good." Dumbledore said, "Okay, let's go."

The sudden squeeze made Harry unable to help screaming, and he felt a dark spin. When he stopped again, he and Dumbledore had arrived at a courtyard like an abandoned village, with an ancient war memorial erected in the middle, and several benches.

"Welcome to the beautiful Bardley? Barberton village." Dumbledore's kind voice sounded, and Harry quickly followed the pace of Dumbledore who had already moved on.

"Harry, I guess you are strange now, why should I bring you here, right?" Dumbledore asked.

"To be honest, after so many years, I almost don't want to." Harry shook his head and shrugged.

They walked through the empty tavern and several houses and approached a neat little stone house in the garden. Dumbledore looked towards the well-maintained path, and his heart sank suddenly. The hinge of the front door opened, and the door hung diagonally.

"Harry, pull out the wand." Dumbledore whispered, "fluorescent flashes." The top of Dumbledore's wand was lit, and a narrow porch was illuminated. He and Harry walked high into the living room with their shiny wands in front of them. There was a mess in front of them: a master clock broke at their feet, the clock face was cracked, and the pendulum was lying a little further away, like Abandoned sword. A piano fell to the ground and the keys were scattered around. There was also a fragment of a chandelier shattered shimmering nearby. The mat was thrown around in a mess, and it was deflated, and the feathers came out of the crack. Broken glass and broken pieces of porcelain were sprinkled on the ground like powder.

"Horace?" Dumbledore called softly.

Harry saw the same "Prophet Daily" as he had seen before, scattered on the floor. One of them had photos of him and Allen. The large black headline read "Who is the real savior". At this moment a drop of red blood dripped, Harry looked up and saw a large blood stain on the ceiling. Harry's eyes widened in horror. It was hard for him to imagine how badly a person was injured before he could splash those blood stains on a wall so high.

Another drop of blood fell on Harry's forehead. Harry raised his hand and wanted to wipe it, but Dumbledore took a step first, dipped the blood on Harry's forehead with his middle finger, and gently put it in the mouth, then he Looked at a bulging single sofa standing on the ground.

He looked relaxed, even a bit naughty, and led Harry slowly towards the chair, saying that sooner or later, Dumbledore suddenly shot, and drew his wand tip into the back of the bulging single sofa. , The head of a bald fat old man suddenly emerged from the top of the chair back, and cried out: "Merlin's beard!"

In a blink of an eye, the single sofa became a chubby old man standing there shyly, complaining: "You don't have to poke me, Albus."

"I have to say that your sofa has become very successful, Horace." Dumbledore couldn't help but want to laugh.

The wand in his hand illuminated the bright bald man in front of him, his puffed eyes, and his thick double chin, still shining on his vertical striped velvet light blue pajamas. His head only touched Dumbledore's chin.

"That's all the surface kung fu has done. The inside is natural. Where did I reveal it?" He asked roughly.

Dumbledore's elevated wand pointed backwards: "Dragon Blood."

"Oh ..." Hollas? Slughorn suddenly realized.

"By the way, let me introduce you, Harry, to meet my old friend and old colleague, Professor Horace Slughorn."

"I know who he is." The old man's round eyes looked at Harry's forehead and the lightning scar on his forehead, "Harry Potter."

He walked over to the door, leaned over, and locked the door carefully.

"What is the stage effect in your room, what's the matter, Horace?" Dumbledore asked. "Aren't you still waiting for other guests?"

Slughorn locked the door and turned, "Guest? I don't know what you mean. Well, Death Eaters have wanted to recruit me for more than a year. Do you know what kind of day it is? I can't refuse too Many times, so I ca n’t stay anywhere for a week. ”Slughorn whispered, frowning.

Dumbledore asked with some curiosity: "Why not go to the Ministry of Magic for help, you know, they have done a good job protecting the wizarding world recently, which is much better than it was during the first wizarding war."

"I have also refused to recruit the umbrella company of the Harris family many times before ..." Slughorn looked a little regretful. "How can I know that they can really chase Tom ... and you know, if he is sincere I want to catch me, can't I put my hope on that alarm ... My situation is different from that of a normal wizard ... "

"This Muggle owner went to the Canary Islands for a vacation." Slughorn then approached Dumbledore and whispered in a very low voice, "Albus, the recent Minister of Magic speech, and Alan Harry. Babajid, President of the International Federation of Wizards and Babajid? Ajinba's wickedness ... you must know the background of their family, don't you worry? "

"I think Harris just took the opportunity to gain a good reputation. He did so successfully. As long as they can maintain this, I'm happy to let my people support them. But Horace, thank you for your reminder, I will focus on the observation later, and now the opposition between the British Ministry of Magic and the International Wizarding Federation is not a good thing ... but now ... "Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder and turned to look at the chaotic scene , Suggested, "I think we'd better clean up here, don't mind."

Let go of Harry. The fifteen-inch, elderberry wand in Dumbledore's hand drew a semicircle flatly forward. The cracked silver photo frame scattered to the ground flickered to the end of the room and landed on a writing desk, becoming shiny again. The chandelier returned to the top of the ceiling. Pieces of furniture jumped back to their original positions, and the ornaments restored their prototypes in mid-air. Everything became organized, the room was torn and torn, the open areas were restored as before, the stains on the wall were automatically wiped off, and the room became cozy and comfortable.

The restoration of the bright and clean room allowed all three to relax.

"It's funny, do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Dumbledore asked after looking at Slughorn, but Slughorn kept staring at Harry all the time. "Of course not."

Dumbledore took a step towards the toilet.

"Don't think I don't know why you came, Albus, the answer is still no, sure and sure no." Slughorn said fiercely, all the wrinkles on his forehead were raised, and his tone was very firm. He shouted at Dumbledore's back, and he smiled again when he saw Harry watching him. "You look like your father."

Slughorn nodded to affirm his opinion. "Except for these eyes, it's like ..." Slughorn's tone was slightly sad.

"My mother's eyes, I know." Harry said immediately. Harry heard this many times, and felt a little bored.

"Lily, smart Lily, your mother is very smart." Slughorn seemed to be caught in memory. "If you consider that she is still a Muggle, it will be even more amazing."

"Not counting Allen, the best witch in our grade is Muggle." Harry said.

"Please don't think I am biased, absolutely not." Slughorn seemed afraid of Harry's misunderstanding and quickly approached Harry. "Your mother is definitely one of my favorite students. Look, she is there. "" He pointed to the many shiny photo frames on the cabinet, each with active wizards.

"Front row." Slughorn added.

"It's all my former students. Do you recognize Barnabas Gufe? He is the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet." Slughorn and Harry walked to the cabinet, Slughorn Introducing the wizard in these photos is like an enthusiastic collector introducing his beloved collection to the guests. "If I have any thoughts on the news of the day, I can send an owl to send him a letter. Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Habi, an all-female Quidditch team in the British and Irish Quidditch League, can get free tickets whenever I want. Naturally , I haven't watched the game for a long time. "The smile on Slughorn's face suddenly disappeared, like the blood on the wall just now.

"Oh by the way, Regulus Black, you must be familiar with his brother Sirius." Seeing Harry took the photo in his hand, Slughorn introduced, "The whole Black family is my college Yes, except Sirius. Regulus is a very talented boy. I'm optimistic about him as soon as he comes, and of course it would be more perfect if the brothers are together. "

"Horace," Dumbledore re-entered the room and raised a Muggle magazine in his hand. "Do you mind if I take this?"

Harry, who didn't know how to respond, hurriedly approached Dumbledore. Dumbledore, holding the magazine to Slughorn, who looked surprised, said: "I really like these knitted styles."

"Of course you take it, but won't you leave now?" Slughorn asked, looking disturbed.

"Things are set, I still know that. It's a pity. If I can persuade you to go back to Hogwarts with me, I will naturally be honored. You are just like Potter. Okay, goodbye. "With that said, Dumbledore left unrequitedly. Slughorn stood a bit at a loss in the room. When Dumbledore reached the door at the end of the garden path, they heard a cry from behind, "Well, I agree."

Harry turned to see Slughorn standing breathlessly at the door of the living room. "I want the original office of Professor Melles. My original one is like a toilet. I have to raise my salary. There are a lot of crazy things this year." Slughorn kept raising his hands, expressing his strong demand.

"It's a lot," Dumbledore whispered, and took Harry out.

"Professor, what just happened?" Harry asked, walking down the deserted street.

"You have talent, fame, strength, and everything Horace valued. Professor Slughorn will want to put you under the door. Harry, you will be the most shining of all his disciples-don't be so Believe Harry, Alan ’s situation is different from others, you also have your own flash point, and according to Alan ’s character, he should not become a disciple of Horace, because of you, he only returned to Hogwarts, come to us It ’s also important to say that he is back. ”After Dumbledore explained to Harry, he then hesitantly said,“ So Harry, will you take classes in the course offered by Allen next year? ”

"I'm not 100% sure, but I think I might, Dumbledore. Allen said that magic itself is not good or bad. If there is a need to use those not so good magic to protect people and save people, They are good magic, and if the ordinary magic spells we usually use are used for evil, then it is not bad magic? "Harry also hesitated and repeated carefully and whispered carefully to the greatest white wizard, he did not say before. Rita Skeeter ’s reports learned that Dumbledore himself was also proficient in black magic in his early years. After avoiding these sensitive topics, Harry looked at the unspoken principal after he finished speaking, and asked a little anxiously, "Dumble Lido ... Did I let you down? "

"No, Harry, I won't be angry with you because of your choice. In fact, I'm glad you can think about these issues independently now." Dumbledore and Yan Yue loosened Harry, then added, "I The conflict with Allen stems from the difference in this concept. Child, I just think that if a few of us do well enough, then most of the other people do n’t have to learn these dangerous spells by themselves-even me, In the early years, I also committed irreparable sins because of indulging in it, so I hope that like what the Ministry of Magic does now, they are doing very well in protecting the wizard. Ordinary wizards do not need to risk themselves to protect themselves To be safe, Harry, I do n’t want anyone to repeat the mistakes I made in this matter. I just want to protect others. As long as a small number of us bear these, most people do n’t have to bear them. "

Harry was obviously relieved by Dumbledore ’s words ~ www.novelhall.com ~ He solemnly promised Dumbledore: "Allen also hopes that I can think independently, Dumbledore, before making the final decision, I Will think more about this matter. "

"That's the best, Harry, I'll take you back to the Burrow now." Dumbledore raised his arm as he said.

"But what should I do with my luggage and Hideaway?" Harry asked quickly.

"All waiting for you."

Harry's hand rested on Dumbledore's arm. When he took control of his body again, he found that Dumbledore had disappeared. The muddy water splashing under his feet wet his pants legs. He looked down at his muddy pants legs and could n’t help but whisper. : "Don't you think about how young people feel ..."

Harry raised his feet and walked out of the pond deep and shallow.

The lights of the burrows in the distance appear so bright and warm in the dark. Harry looked at the Burrow and reflected the figure of the girl he missed in a window. She was sitting on the protruding bay window of the Burrow. Harry's face couldn't help but a smile appeared, and the look of his sweetheart made him forget There was mud on the legs.