Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Can you please be gentle, Dumbledore!"

Slughorn complained, frowning, his hand still covering the sore spot where Dumbledore had poked him.

"You're already old, but your hands are still so strong."

He was wearing a purple pajamas, with a white beard like a seal on his face, and his skin folds could be seen to have been baptized by time. He was not tall, and the top of his head only reached Dumbledore's chin.

"So, it was the Dark Mark that exposed me?"

Breathing heavily, his body telling him not to engage in overly strenuous exercise, he walked past Louis and Harry with stumbling steps.

He is also quite thick-skinned. You must know that he was disguised as a sofa just now and was found out.

"My dear Horace, Oliver is right. If there is a Death Eater attack, they will definitely leave the Dark Mark on it." Dumbledore said calmly.

"The Dark Mark... I see, I said there is still something missing..." He muttered in a low voice, "Yes, it was too late at that time. I just adjusted the seat and you guys came over. Where did you find the time? "

Judging from his tone, he seemed a little unconvinced. Of course, it wouldn't be a big problem if the old man knew time magic.

"It also smells of alcohol." Louis added, "You should have been drinking at the bar just now."

"Who is this kid?"

Slughorn glanced at Louis, "Yes, I was drinking just now. I should have a glass of red wine just after taking a bath. Besides, this family has a lot of wine..."

"Okay, Horace." Dumbledore stopped him from continuing. He knew that his old friend was a complete drunkard. "If you don't mind, I can help you clean up?"

"Please," he said unceremoniously.

The next second, they were standing back to back, both holding wands and waving them almost simultaneously.

Harry was surprised to see that the messy furniture on the ground began to automatically return to its original position, and the broken decorations slowly returned to their original state, without any signs of breakage. The books that had fallen aside slowly returned to the bookshelf, and the oil lamp returned to the table and lit up again.

The stains on the walls and floors were also wiped clean, making them look brand new.

Louis has seen the magic of restoring the property to its original state. Newt used this magic before to repair Jacob's house price. It seemed like a magic that could turn back time.

"What kind of blood is that on the wall?" Dumbledore asked. The sound of repairing was so loud that others had to work hard to hear clearly.

"What did you say?" Slughorn shouted, "Oh, that's fire dragon blood..."

At this time, the pendant of the chandelier returned to the ceiling, and the jingling sound was deafening.

With the last crisp sound of the keys, it finally became quiet.

"Fire dragon blood has a very high market value. I spent a lot of money to buy this thing." Slughorn said with great interest, "Don't waste it. It may be of some use in the future."

He walked with heavy steps past a dining cabinet, pulled out a small glass bottle, and looked at it with his wand.

"Well, it's indeed quite dirty."

He put the bottle back, sighed, and then turned his head and looked in Louis' direction.

"You kid, haven't you told me who you are yet?"

"Oliver Ducatin, you probably don't know him, he's from the United States."

"American?" Slughorn muttered, "Do you know Howina Kowalski?"

"Who?" Lewis was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted the next second.

"It's okay, she is a former student of mine."

Slughorn said casually, and his eyes were quickly attracted to Harry beside him.

"Children, this is an old friend and colleague of mine, named Horace Slughorn. Horace, this is Harry Potter..."

"it is as expected."

Horace saw the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, and he immediately knew Dumbledore's intention in bringing them.

"I know what you are going to do Dumbledore. If I don't agree, I don't agree. Even he can't do it!"

He said, turning his head to the other side, as if refusing this temptation.

"But we can have a drink. You won't refuse to drink with old friends." Dumbledore said and sat down at the round table.

"Okay, just have a drink."

Slughorn's attitude was a little stiff. He took out a half bottle of red wine from the cabinet and poured it on the glass in front of Dumbledore.

"You two are not yet twenty-one years old, so I won't make any arrangements for you." The old man said, "At least that's the case for Americans."

Louis was speechless, and he wouldn’t say he wanted to drink red wine. But he did take the tray from the old man's hand, with some ham bread on it.

Then, the old bald man slumped down on the chair, grimaced, and fell into silence.

"How's it going, Horace, how are you doing lately?"

"It's not good. I'm old and no longer useful. All kinds of problems come one after another." Slughorn shook his head, "Sometimes, you really have to accept old age, and you can't do it if you don't."

"However, you can prepare such a scene in such a short period of time. This level of agility is not something that ordinary wizards can achieve. This time is about three minutes?" Dumbledore said.

"Two minutes, I told you I just took a bath and drank. I must have been a little lost in the lake and didn't hear the alarm." Slughorn shook his head, and then immediately calmed down, "But, no What I deny is that I am an old man, Albus, and I have the right to enjoy life and everything that life gives me, including these material comforts.”

He really enjoys this. At least, in this era when people are worried about Voldemort, there are not many people who can drink red wine and take a bath so freely.

"You're not even older than me," Dumbledore said.

"Yeah, maybe you should consider retiring yourself. I heard that there have been a lot of troubles recently, and even the Ministry of Magic has changed its administration." Slughorn looked at Dumbledore with his eyes, and seemed to see something on his hand. On the red rune that looked like a tattoo, "It seems that your reaction ability is also much slower than before."

"You are right." Dumbledore looked very calm. He was not surprised at all that the secret in his hand was discovered by the other party.

"I can only say that you are really brave, Albus. I didn't dare to touch this thing back then."

Slughorn seemed to be very familiar with the thing in his hand. Louis looked at it and found that the rune was flashing faintly, like a curse or a side effect of a strong ancient magic.

He had never seen such a battle of ancient magic leave such a deep imprint on Old Deng's hands. It seemed that what Dumbledore had experienced was not simple.