Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 450 445. Talent Collector—Horace Slughorn

"It looks like you were attacked by someone, Professor."

Dudley looked at the damaged hinge and commented: "Isn't our new professor dead?"

"Pull out your wand and follow me."

Dumbledore whispered, motioning for Dudley to follow him.

"I guess I should go ahead of you."

Dudley held Dumbledore's shoulders and pulled him behind him: "I can react faster than you, and if you are both attacked, I don't think I can run away."

"You are the most important insurance."

After Dudley finished speaking, he ignored Dumbledore's reaction and walked in immediately.

Dumbledore looked at Dudley's back, shook his head slightly, and followed him.

When I opened the door, it was dark in the room and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Fluorescence."

Dumbledore raised his wand and was about to cast a simple lighting spell, but was stopped by Dudley.

"Professor, I don't recommend using magic spells to frighten people away."

Dudley shook his head at Dumbledore, then took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and handed it over.

"You can take this."

Without thinking, Dumbledore uncorked the bottle and took a sip, then smacked his lips: "The taste of cranberries is quite sweet. What is this?"

"Night vision potion allows you to see clearly what's ahead in the dark."

Dumbledore found that his eyes could already see things in front of him clearly, almost as clearly as during the day.

"And this, Professor."

Dudley said and handed him another thick black object.

"This is.?"

Dumbledore didn't know why.

Looks like some kind of Muggle tool?

"A strong flashlight. Once you see something in front of you, use it to shine on it. It is guaranteed to blind the eyes of the dog on the other side."

Dudley himself knew how to use lighting, but the effect was too exaggerated, so he still carried a strong flashlight with him.

There is a saying, who knows the effect of using a bright flashlight to fight enemies at night? It has a blinding effect.

"Sometimes these little props come in handy."

Dumbledore did not refuse, put away the flashlight, and followed Dudley into the room one after another.

Pushing open the door to the living room, they saw a mess in front of them. A grandfather clock broke at their feet, the clock face was cracked, and the pendulum lay a little further away, like an abandoned sword. A piano was overturned on the ground, keys scattered everywhere. Nearby, fragments of a shattered chandelier shone.

The cushions were scattered everywhere, and were shriveled, with feathers coming out of the cracks, and broken glass and broken pieces of porcelain scattered all over the floor like powder.

There was a lot of dark red goo splattered on the wallpaper.

It's blood and it's blood that's about to dry up.

Judging from the color of the blood, it must have been a while, but

"It looked like a terrorist incident had occurred."

Dumbledore looked at the scene in front of him carefully, carefully observing the broken pieces at his feet. After a moment, he said to Dudley: "Dudley, you see it this way."

Dudley shrugged upon hearing this: "The answer is not obvious, Professor."

He pursed his lips at Dumbledore.

Looking in the direction he pointed, it was an overturned armchair bulging on the ground.

"Reveal your true form."

The purple curse hit the armchair, and with a slightly painful groan, the armchair began to deform at an alarming speed. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a fat, bald old man sitting on the same spot.

Transformation spell, the technique of transforming oneself.

"Good evening, Horace." Dumbledore said and looked at the other person with a smile.

The next second, the whole room became brighter.

Horace Slughorn, a very good Potions Master, was the former Head of Slytherin and the last Professor of Potions.

"There's no need for you to use spells and be so rough."

The bald, fat old man complained while rubbing his butt, which was the place where the curse had hit him.

Mainly because his posture before transformation was lying on the ground with his butt stuck out.

"I'm sorry, otherwise I don't think you would have appeared in front of us." Although Dumbledore was saying sorry, there was no hint of apology in his tone. Finally, he said with a hint of praise: " Besides, Horace, I didn’t cast the spell just now.”

"Let me introduce to you, this is the most outstanding student at Hogwarts, Mr. Dudley Dursley."

"He also discovered you."

Dudley glanced at Dumbledore calmly.

This old man

Slughorn stood up staggeringly from the ground, still rubbing his buttocks. After hearing Dumbledore's introduction, his eyes changed when he looked at Dudley: "I know you, the one with the Humanoid Curse." One of the inventors, a young recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class."

Horace Slughorn has a characteristic - he likes young wizards with potential very much, and invites them to his slug club and cultivates them.

You can think of this as a disguised investment.

If he hadn't noticed the return of Senior Tom, his life would have been very nourishing. After running Hogwarts for decades, many students who benefited from him would come to visit him every New Year and holidays. Don't think that the English don't need it. Human nature is the same everywhere.

And his snot has been running since the club, wouldn't the students' children want to go in?

This is the social circle.

"I wonder how I got away with it, I mean, I thought I was hiding it perfectly."

After discovering that Dudley was a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, Slughorn showed great interest in Dudley.

This is probably why Dumbledore must take him with him.

While Slughorn is admittedly a snobbery, his appreciation for great talent is like that of an avid collector looking at out-of-print cards.

Dudley glanced at Dumbledore, then at Slughorn, then pointed at the sticky blood on the wall and explained: "This is the blood of the fire dragon. I think you may not know very well. The blood of the fire dragon There is a unique smell in it, even if you mixed some deodorant in it to try to cover it up, it can't be hidden from my nose."

"The natural smell of biological sulfur in the dragon's body is difficult to mask with ordinary deodorant."

"I suggest you try mixing mint leaves with edelweiss juice next time, so even the most astute hounds can't tell the difference."

In fact, Dudley still had one sentence left to say. Apart from the smell of blood, the dryness of the blood was also a flaw.

The color was dark red and lackluster, and it was obviously not fresh blood.

So who is so full that he sprinkles stale blood on the wall? What is the purpose of doing this?

The answer is ready to come out.