HP Magic Biography

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Fan Lin was a little speechless. Although he said that the impurities in the dragon's blood could be easily peeled off with magic, in his heart, Fan Lin still didn't like it very much, at least he didn't want to use it for experiments.

Maybe giving it to Rutherford is a good choice.

Obviously, Fan Lin still couldn't forget the fact that he was attacked by Rutherford in the environment.

Missed by an old vampire?

There is Trevor first, and then there is a Rutherford. Can't there be a better-looking one, such as a young lady?

Fan Lin didn't say much, just looked at where Slughorn was busy, and Harry just looked at them in bewilderment.

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

Oh, his big round eyes stared at Harry's forehead with the lightning-shaped scar. oh!

This, Dumbledore stepped forward to introduce, is Harry Potter. Harry, this is my old friend and colleague, Horace Slughorn.

Slughorn turned to Dumbledore with a shrewd expression. You think that will convince me, don't you? Well my answer is no, Albus.

As for Fan Lin, Slughorn simply ignored it. Perhaps Dumbledore's behavior had offended him. He squeezed past Harry with a determined expression on his face, as if he was resisting some temptation.

I just said, this is not good. Fan Lin muttered, since he already knew the existence of the Horcrux, how to make it, the memory of Tom is naturally not so important, but Dumbledore still insisted on drawing Rahorn, Fan Lin couldn't understand this.

Well, Hogwarts does lack a Potions professor.

What's not working?

I'll talk to you when I get back. Fan Lin said, Compared to this, I hope we can do some other things, for example, go abroad, or participate in an alchemy exchange meeting, and Bill will return it to me. Here comes the latest record of relic sense.

Harry's eyes lit up, You mean us?

I don't know, it depends on Dumbledore. Fan Lin shrugged his shoulders. Maybe there is a chance. I don't think it will be useful to stay here honestly. In fact, I am planning something...

Compared to Fan Lin's small thoughts, it was obvious that Dumbledore didn't have the time to deal with the two of them now, or did he not care?

I suppose we could at least have a drink? Dumbledore asked. For the sake of old friendship. Slughorn hesitated. Well, just a drink, then, he said gruffly, clearly not very pleased with Dumbledore's request.

Dumbledore smiled at Harry, and led him and Fan Lin to the newly lit fireplace and oil lamp, and sat on a chair, which looked nothing like the one Slughorn had pretended to be just now. different.

Harry sat down, clearly feeling that Dumbledore, for some reason, wanted to make him as visible as possible.

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

Hmph, he quickly looked away, as if he was afraid of hurting his eyes.

Then— He handed a glass to Dumbledore who was already sitting, then pushed the plate to Harry and Fan Lin, and then sat down on the newly restored sand cushion, sullenly and without a word explain.

His legs were so short he couldn't even reach the floor.

How's it going, Horace? asked Dumbledore.

Not very much, replied Slughorn promptly. Chest pain. Frequent wheezing. And rheumatism. Not as flexible as I used to be. Well, that's to be expected. Old. Tired.

But judging from the welcome ceremony you prepared for us just now, your movements are quite deft, said Dumbledore. You have less than three minutes, don't you?

said Slughorn, half surly and half proud,

Just two minutes. I was in the shower and didn't heed the alarm of the Intrusion Charm. And, he added firmly, looking as if to pull himself back, the thing is that I'm an old man now, eh Don't think, a tired old man has the right to live in peace and well-fed.

He does have them, Harry thought, looking around the room. It was dull and chaotic, but definitely comfortable; soft chairs and ottomans, wine and books, boxes of chocolates and bulging cushions.

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

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

Well, perhaps you should think about retirement yourself, said Slughorn stiffly. His dull chestnut eyes caught Dumbledore's wounded hand.

I noticed that your reaction is not as good as before.

You're right, Dumbledore said calmly. During the battle at the Ministry of Magic, his old friends naturally had channels to receive news.

I'm not denying that I'm slower than I used to be. But in another sense… He shrugged and spread his hands, as if to say that time compensates, and Harry noticed that his unhurt On his finger was a ring such as he had never seen before: it looked large, crudely made of gold or something, with a dark black stone set in the centre. Slughorn's eyes wandered over the ring for a moment, and Harry caught a slight frown at that moment.

Then, are these precautions against intruders, Horace... against the Death Eaters, or against me? asked Dumbledore.

What do the Death Eaters want with a poor old, frail inflatable? asked Slughorn.

I think they may be taking advantage of your considerable talents to intimidate, torture and murder, said Dumbledore. Are you really going to tell me they haven't recruited you yet?

Slughorn stared at Dumbledore maliciously 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. From a Muggle The house was moved to another Muggle house - the owner of this place is on vacation in the Canary Islands. It's so cozy that it makes me sad to think of leaving. It's actually quite easy if you know what to do, as long as you're in These automatic alarm bells they use to keep out burglars - they use this stupid thing instead of a looking glass - put a freezing spell on them, and make sure the neighbors don't find out that you're hiding inside the piano you brought in. gone.

Very original, said Dumbledore. But the pursuit of a quiet life still sounds like a pretty hard job, especially for a poor, old and frail inflatable. And if you go back to Hogwarts—

If you're going to tell me that my life is more peaceful in that plague-stricken school, you can save yourself your trouble, Albus! I've been in hiding, but since Dolores Some interesting rumors have reached me since Umbridge left! If that's how you treat teachers now—

Professor Umbridge has come into conflict with our tribe of centaurs, said Dumbledore. I don't think you, Horace, would stride into the woods and yell 'dirty bastards' at a horde of angry centaurs.

That's what she does, isn't it? said Slughorn. Stupid woman. Never liked her.

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

I'm sorry, Harry said immediately. It's just—I don't like her either.

Dumbledore stood up suddenly.

Are you going? said Slughorn quickly, looking expectant. No, I was just wondering if I could use your bathroom, said Dumbledore.

Oh, Slughorn was visibly disappointed. It's the second to the left from the hall. Dumbledore walked out of the room. There was silence in the room as the door closed behind him. After a while Slughorn stood up, but he didn't look like he knew what to do.

He stole a sidelong glance at Harry, then went to the fire to lean his back against it to warm him.

This made Fan Lin feel a little funny. He hadn't interrupted before. In fact, Fan Lin didn't find it interesting to be close to Slughorn.

For this old friend of Dumbledore, obviously, Harry attracted his attention more, otherwise Slughorn would not have asked him a word for such a long time.

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

Slug or what?

Following Slughorn's gaze made Harry feel a little uneasy. In fact, he didn't know he was here...

Don't think I don't know why he brought you here, he said abruptly. Harry just looked at Slughorn. Slughorn's watery eyes scanned Harry's scar, and this time, he saw the rest of Harry's face.

You really look like your father.

Yeah, I was told, said Harry.

Besides your eyes, you have—

My mother's eyes, yes. Harry had heard that phrase enough times to annoy him.

Hmph. Yeah, well. Of course a teacher shouldn't have a favorite student, but she's still one of my favorites. Your mother, Slughorn added, answering Harry's questioning look. . That's Lily Evans. One of the brightest students I've ever had, very bubbly, you know. A lovely girl. I keep telling her she should come to my house. And every time She bumped back.

Which is your academy?

I was Head of Slytherin House at the time, said Slughorn.

Oh, now, he went on quickly, waving his stubby fingers at Harry seeing the look on Harry's face, don't put me off for that! I guess you were in Granville like her. Fendo. Yeah, it's usually run in the family. Not always though. Ever heard of Sirius Black? Surely you know - he's been in the papers for the last two years - he's still your… ...

Godfather! Fan Lin reminded kindly.

Well yes, anyway, he was a good brother to your father at school. The whole Black family came from my house, only Sirius graduated from Gryffindor! What a pity - he is a very bright boy. I Taught his brother Regulus, but I'd rather have a complete set.

He sounds like an ardent collector at an auction. Clearly lost in memory, he stared at the opposite wall while aimlessly turning his back so that he could bake everywhere.

Of course your mother was Muggle-born. It was unbelievable when I found out. I thought a fine wizard like her must be pure-blooded.

Two of my best friends are also Muggle-born, said Harry, she's the best in our class, and the other...

Fan Lin tugged at Harry's clothes, telling Harry not to continue talking, Muggle-born, isn't that just him and Hermione?

Well, although Slughorn's knowledge is also excellent, and Dumbledore's original intention was to use Fan Lin to seduce...

However, it seems that Harry alone is enough, isn't it?

It's funny how it happens every now and then, doesn't it? Slughorn said.

I don't think so, said Harry coldly.

This made Slughorn look down at him in surprise.

You don't think I'm prejudiced! he said. No, no, no! Didn't I just say that your mother is one of my favorite students in my life? And Dirk Creswell, who is a year below her--is now the head of the Goblin Liaison Office , of course - he's also Muggle-born, a very gifted student, and is still giving me excellent inside information about what's going on at Gringotts! He adjusted slightly. Pulling back, smiling contentedly, he pointed to the many shiny photo frames on the cupboard, each with a slightly moving head inside.

All my former students, signed me. You'll see Barnabas Cuffy, the editor of the Daily Prophet, who always loves to hear my thoughts on the daily news. And Ambu Rosius Flume, who works at Honeydukes - every birthday I send him a basket of sweets, just because I introduced him to Ciceron Hakis, who offered him his first job! Behind them - you can see it by stretching your neck - that's Gwennor' Jones, of course the captain of the Holyhead Harpies... people are hearing that I'm so connected with the Harpies It's always amazing when you get to know each other, and whenever I can get free tickets!

This seemed to excite him.

Do all these people know where to find you and give you things? Harry asked, since he could be found even with baskets full of candy, tickets to Quidditch matches, and visitors who wanted his advice. It's hard to believe why the Death Eaters haven't hunted down Slughorn yet.

The smile on his face disappeared as quickly as the 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 this sentence was undoubtedly a blow to Slughorn, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment, then shrugged.

However, prudent wizards will keep their heads down at this time. Dumbledore said it easily, but going to Hogwarts now is equivalent to my public declaration of allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix! Although I believe that the members of the Order of the Phoenix Very admirable and brave or something, but I personally don't like its mortality—

Actually, you don't need to join the Order of the Phoenix to teach at Hogwarts, Harry could hardly hide the ridicule in his voice, remembering that Sirius used to hide in a cave and eat rats to survive, it was hard for him Sympathetic to Slughorn's current comfortable life, Most of the teachers were not from the Order of the Phoenix, and no one was killed—except Professor Quirrell, who deserved it because he was working for Voldemort.

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