Chapter 1064

"It's still a success..."

Fanlin some speechless, although said with magic can easily peel off the impurities in dragon blood, but in the heart, Fanlin still does not like, at least not willing to use these to do experiments.

Maybe it's a good choice to give it to Rutherford.

It was clear that van Lin could not forget being attacked by Rutherford in his environment.

Thought of by an old vampire?

First there's Trevor, and then there's Rutherford. Can't you have something more beautiful, like a little sister?

Van Lim didn't say much. He just watched where slahorn was busy, and Harry just looked at them at a loss.

He put the bottle back in the cupboard and sighed. Then his eyes naturally fell on Harry.

"Oh," he said, his big round eyes fixed on Harry's forehead with the lightning scar. "Oh

"This one," Dumbledore came forward to introduce, "is Harry Potter. Harry, this is my old friend and colleague, Horace slahorn

Slaghorn turned to Dumbledore with a shrewd expression. "You think that will convince me, don't you? So my answer is no, albus

As for Vaseline, srahorn ignored it directly. Maybe Dumbledore's behavior offended him. He pushed past Harry, and his face became firm, as if resisting some temptation.

"I said," that's not very good. " Van Lin murmured that since he knew the existence of the Horcrux and how to make it, the memory of Tom was not so important. However, Dumbledore still insisted on Lara srahorn, which made van Lin a little confused.

Well, Hogwarts really lacks a professor of potions.

"What's not so good?"

"I'll talk to you later." "I wish we could do something else, like going abroad, or going to an alchemy exchange or something, and bill sent me the latest record of the discovery," Van Lin said

Harry's eyes lit up. "You mean, we?"

"I don't know. It depends on Dumbledore." Van Lin shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe if I have a chance, I don't think it's useful to be honest here. In fact, I'm planning something..."

Obviously, Dumbledore didn't have the time to take care of the two of them, or didn't care?

"I think we can at least have a drink?" Asked Dumbledore. "For the sake of old friendship." Slaghorn hesitated. "Well, have a drink then," he said rudely, apparently not very happy with Dumbledore's request.

Dumbledore, smiling at Harry, led him and vaseline to the newly lit fireplace and oil lamp and sat down on a chair that looked just like the one srahorn had pretended to be.

Harry sat down and clearly felt Dumbledore wanted to make him more visible for some reason.

So when slahorn finished working on the bottles and jars and turned his face to the room again, his eyes immediately fell on Harry.

"Well," he quickly looked away, as if afraid of hurting his eyes.

"Then -" he handed Dumbledore a glass, pushed the plate to Harry and van leen, and sank himself into the cushion of the newly restored sofa without saying a word.

His legs are so short that he can't even reach the floor.

"How are you, Horace?" Asked Dumbledore.

"Not so much," srahorn replied immediately. "Chest pain. I often have asthma. And rheumatism. It's not as flexible as I used to be. Well, that's expected. Old. I'm tired. "

"But from the welcome ceremony you prepared for us, you were very quick," said Dumbledore. "You have less than three minutes, don't you?"

Slughorn, half grumpy and half proud, said, "it's only two minutes. I was in the shower and didn't notice the alarm of the invasion curse. And, "he added firmly, as if to pull himself back." now I'm an old man, Albus, a tired old man who has the right to live a peaceful and secure life. "

He does have them, Harry thought, looking around the room. It's boring and messy, but it's absolutely comfortable; there are soft chairs and footstools, wine and books, big boxes of chocolate and bulging cushions.

If Harry didn't know who lived here, he would have guessed that there was a rich, fastidious old lady.

"You're not as old as I am, Horace," said Dumbledore.

"Well, maybe you should think about retirement yourself." Said slahorn stiffly. His dim maroon eyes spotted Dumbledore's injured hand.

"I've noticed that you're not responding as well."

"You're right," Dumbledore said quietly. In the first World War of the Ministry of magic, his old friends naturally had access to news."I have no denying that I am slower than before. But from another perspective... " He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands, as if to say that time can compensate. Harry noticed that his uninjured hand was wearing a ring he had never seen before: it looked big, roughly made of gold and other things, with a dark black stone in the middle. Slaghorn's eyes moved a moment upstream of the ring, and Harry noticed a slight frown.

"Well, these precautions against intruders, Horace Is it for Death Eaters or for me? " Asked Dumbledore.

"What do the Death Eaters want a poor, frail inflatable pad for?" Asked slahorn.

"I think they may be using your talent that you can't ignore to bully, torture and murder," Dumbledore said. "Do you really want to tell me they haven't come to recruit you yet?"

Slughorn looked at Dumbledore fiercely for a moment, then muttered, "I didn't give them a chance. I've been wandering for a year. Never spent a full week in the same place. Moving from one Muggle house to another - the owner of the place is on holiday in the Canary Islands. It's very comfortable here and it's very sad to think about leaving. As long as you know what to do, it's easy, as long as you put a freezing spell on the automatic alarm bells they use to prevent burglars - they use this stupid thing instead of the camera - and make sure that the neighbors don't find you hiding in the piano they brought in. "

"Very original," Dumbledore said. "But the pursuit of quiet life sounds like a hard job, especially for a poor, aging inflatable pad. And if you go back to Hogwarts -- "

" if you want to tell me that my life can be more peaceful in that ruined school, you can save your energy, Albus! I've been hiding, but since Dolores Umbridge left, some interesting rumors have come to my ears! If that's the way you treat teachers now - "

" Professor Umbridge clashed with our horse tribe, "Dumbledore said. "I don't think you, Horace, would stride into the forest and yell 'dirty bastard' at a group of angry horse tribes

"That's what she did, isn't it?" Said slahorn. "Stupid woman. I never liked her. "

Harry giggled, and Dumbledore and Slughorn turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry," said Harry at once. "It's just - I don't like her either."

Dumbledore suddenly stood up.

"Are you going 'I look forward to it. "No, I was just wondering if I could use your bathroom," Dumbledore said.

"Oh," slakhorn was clearly disappointed. "The second one on the left of the hall." Dumbledore walked out of the room. When the door closed behind him, the room was silent. After a while, srahorn stood up, but didn't seem to know what to do.

He gave Harry a furtive glance, then went to the fire and leaned his back to warm himself.

It was a little funny for van Lin, who had never interrupted before. In fact, he didn't find it interesting to be near srahorn.

For Dumbledore's old friend, it was clear that Harry would have attracted his attention more, otherwise slahorn would not have been so long and had not asked him a word.

Oh, of course, don't forget his bad club?

A slug or something?

Following slahorn's gaze, Harry felt a little uneasy. In fact, he didn't know he was here

"Don't think I don't know why he brought you," he said abruptly. Harry just looked at srahorn. Slahorn's watery eyes swept through Harry's scar, and this time he saw the rest of Harry's face.

"You look like your father."

"Yes, I have been told," said Harry.

"Besides your eyes, you have a pair -"

"my mother's eyes, yes." Harry had heard it enough times to bore him.

"Well. Yeah, good. Of course, as a teacher should not have a preference for students, but she is still one of my favorite students. "Your mother's eyes," added hosrayne. "Lily Evans. One of the smartest students I've ever taught is very lively, you know. A lovely girl. I kept telling her that she should come to my college. But she comes back every time

"Which is your college?"

"I was the dean of Slytherin college at the time," says srahorn.

"Oh, now," he said quickly, seeing the expression on Harry's face and shaking his thick, short fingers at him, "don't contradict me for that! I guess you're in Gryffindor like her. Yes, generally speaking, there is family inheritance. Not always, though. Ever heard of Sirius Black? You know - he's been in the papers for the last two years - he's still yours... ""Godfather!" Fanlin kindly reminded.

"Well, yes, anyway, he was your father's good brother at school. The whole black family is from my college, only Sirius graduated from Gryffindor! It's a pity - he's a gifted boy. I taught his brother regullus, but I'd rather have a complete set

He sounds like an enthusiastic collector at an auction. Obviously immersed in memories, he gazed at the opposite wall, while idly turning his back so that it could be roasted everywhere.

"Of course your mother came from a Muggle family. I couldn't believe it when I found out. I thought a good wizard like her must be of pure blood

"I have two of my best friends from Muggle families," said Harry. "She's the best one in our grade, and the other..."

Vaseline pulled Harry's clothes and told Harry not to go on. Muggle was born. Isn't that him and Hermione?

Well, although slahorn's knowledge is excellent, and Dumbledore's original intention is to use vaseline to lure

But, it seems, Harry is enough for himself, isn't he?

"Interestingly, that happens from time to time, doesn't it?" Said slahorn.

"I don't think so." Said Harry coldly.

It made slahorn look down at him in surprise.

"Don't think I'm prejudiced He said. "No, no, no! Didn't I just say your mother was one of the favorite students of my life? And then there's Dirk cresway, who's a year younger - now the head of the goblin liaison office, of course - and he's also a Muggle family, a very gifted student, and is still providing me with excellent inside information so that I can see everything in Gringotts! " He adjusted his body slightly up and down, smiling contentedly, and then he pointed to the glittering photo frames on the cupboard, each with a slightly moving head.

"All my former students have signed for me. You'll see Barnabas Coffey, the editor of the Daily Prophet, who always likes to listen to my views on the daily news. And Ambrosius bloom, who works for the honey Duke - he brings a basket of sweets every birthday because I introduced him to ciceron hajis, who offered him his first job! Behind them - you can see by stretching your neck - that's gervino Jones, captain of hollyhead Harpy, of course People are always surprised to hear that I have such a good relationship with the hobbits team, and I can get free tickets whenever I want to! "

It seemed to excite him.

"All these people know where to find you and give you something?" Harry asked, since even baskets full of candy, tickets to Quidditch matches and visitors who want his opinion can find him, it's hard to believe why the death eaters have not hunted srahorn so far.

The smile on his face disappeared like blood on the wall.

"Of course not," he looked down at Harry. "I haven't been in touch with anyone for a year."

Harry felt that the remark was a blow to srahorn. He seemed hesitant for a moment, then shrugged.

"However, prudent witches will always bow their heads at this time, Dumbledore said easily, but going to Hogwarts now is equivalent to publicly declaring my allegiance to the order of the Phoenix! Although I believe that the order of the Phoenix people are very admirable and brave, I personally don't like its mortality - "

" in fact, you don't need to join the order of the Phoenix to teach at Hogwarts. "Harry could hardly hide the ridicule in his voice. It was hard for him to sympathize with Sirius when he thought of living on mice in a cave "Most of the teachers are not from the order of the Phoenix, and no one has been killed - except Professor Chilo, but he deserved it because he was working for Voldemort."

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