Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

The next second, they stood back to back.

One was tall and thin, the other short and stout, but they both waved their wands in unexpected steps.

The furniture jumped back to its original position one by one, the decorations returned to their original shape in mid-air, the feathers were drilled back into the cushions, the damaged books were automatically repaired and arranged neatly on the bookshelves, and the oil lamps flew to the wall by the wall. On the small table, it was lit up again, and a large pile of broken silver photo frames flickered across the room, landed on a writing desk, and became bright as new again. The places where it was opened have all been restored.

The stains on the wall were also automatically wiped clean, as if they hadn't been stained with blood.

"By the way, what kind of blood is that?" asked Dumbledore, his voice drowning out the pendulum of the freshly repaired grandfather clock.

"You mean on the wall? It's fire dragon blood." The other party answered loudly.

At this moment, the chandelier automatically jumped back to the ceiling with a deafening creaking and tinkling sound.

With the final jingle of the piano, the room finally became quiet.

"Yeah, Albus, dragon's blood!" said the wizard chatteringly, and finally shook his wand, "You reminded me, this is the last bottle I treasure, and the current price on the market is astonishingly expensive. However, Maybe it's still usable, don't waste it."

He walked to the sideboard with heavy steps, picked up a small crystal bottle on the top of the cabinet, and looked carefully at the viscous liquid inside against the light.

"Well, kinda dirty." He put the vial back on the sideboard and sighed.

At this moment, his eyes turned back to Ivan, Harry and Hermione.

"Albus, it's late at night, you brought these young people to me, is it because you want to have a party?!"

"Well, I think we'll at least have a drink," said Dumbledore, "for the good old days."

Chapter 1235 Persuasion

"For the old days..." Slughorn said softly.

The big round eyes examined Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Hey, the past is always worth remembering." He narrowed his eyes and took three deep breaths, "Abus, who are these three?"

"Harry Potter, Ivan Mason, Hermione Granger, you should have heard of their names." Dumbledore introduced, pointing to Slughorn and said, "Children, this is An old friend and colleague of mine named Horace Slughorn."

"Evan Mason, Harry Potter?" Slughorn murmured, "Yes, I've heard of it."

"Good evening, Professor!" Ivan said, bowing slightly to Slughorn.

"Don't shout, boy, I'm not a professor. I haven't taught for many years." Slughorn said immediately, as if frightened.

He wasn't looking at Ivan and the others, but turned to Dumbledore with an alert expression on his face.

"I know what you want to do, Albus, and you think that will convince me, don't you? I tell you, the answer is no!"

As he spoke, he turned his face to the side resolutely, as if he was resisting some temptation.

"But we can at least have a drink, and you won't refuse even that?" said Dumbledore.

Hearing this, Slughorn hesitated.

Then, gruffly, he said, "Okay, let's have a drink."

Dumbledore smiled at them as he turned and played with the bottles and cups.

With a flick of his wand he conjured three chairs, much like the one Slughorn had impersonated just now, and motioned for the three of them to sit down.

Next to the chair is a newly lit fire and a bright oil lamp. Ivan is sitting in the middle, and Harry is on the other side of the oil lamp.

Dumbledore deliberately placed them in a conspicuous position, facing Slughorn's position.

Sure enough, when he turned around, he could see the three of them at first glance.

"Hmph!" He quickly looked away, as if he was afraid that his eyes would be hurt.

"Here!" He handed a cup to Dumbledore who had already sat down, and pushed the tray in front of Ivan and the others.

Then, he sat down on a pile of cushions on the newly restored sofa, and fell silent with a stern face.

"Well, Horace, how are you these days?" asked Dumbledore.

"Not very well." Slughorn shook his head, and said at once. "I can't breathe, asthma, and rheumatism, my legs and feet are not as flexible as before, and the pain is tormenting me. Well, that's what I expected." .People are old and useless.”

"However, you have prepared such a welcome scene in such a short period of time. You must be agile enough. Most wizards can't do this." Dumbledore said, "I don't think you got the alarm at a very short time. Will it be more than 3 minutes?"

"Two minutes, I was taking a shower and drank a glass of wine. I must have been slightly drunk and didn't hear the alarm." Slughorn said half annoyed and half complacent, and then he seemed to regain his composure, "But , the fact cannot be denied that I am an old man, Albus, a weary old man, entitled to a quiet life, and to some creature comforts, as I told you before."

He certainly had no shortage of creature comforts, and even drank special wine when he drank.

And the furnishings in the room, it's cramped and messy, but no one would say it's uncomfortable.

In addition to the original Muggle owner's belongings, there are many things that obviously belonged to Slughorn, such as the exquisite wine set, the unique ottoman, the ottoman, books, as well as boxes of chocolates and a set of books. A pile of bulging cushions.

If they didn't know who lived there, they would have guessed it was a fastidious lady.

Ivan knows that Slughorn is a very shrewd wizard, has all the characteristics of Slytherin, and enjoys it very much.

At least, he knows how to enjoy it better than all the wizards he knows.

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

"Maybe you should consider retiring yourself. I heard that there have been a lot of troubles recently." Slughorn said bluntly, his light green eyes fixed on Dumbledore's spell-covered hand, "It can be seen that your reaction is not as quick as before."

"You're right," said Dumbledore calmly, shaking his sleeves up.

There, Ivan saw that his arms were also covered with complicated dark green spells.

They are intertwined and run up the arm.

what is this?

Ivan has never seen such a spell. He thought it was a magic rune, but now it seems that it is not the case.

This seems to be a curse, not just magical damage due to accidents.

"I am obviously slower than I used to be," said Dumbledore. "Dangerous magical experiments and adventures are no longer suitable for me, but it is also undeniable that the rewards of adventure are many, and our current progress is beyond imagination. On the other hand..."

He shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, as if to say that old age has its advantages.

But Slughorn was definitely not listening to Dumbledore, his eyes fell on Gaunt's ring.

He frowned slightly, and a few wrinkles appeared on his wide forehead.

Ivan remembered that the 15-year-old Riddle told him and Dumbledore that Slughorn had seen such a ring.

Now the ring is exactly the same as before, except that the resurrection stone is kept with him.

Not to mention, the soul in the ring is casual!

Fifteen-year-old Riddle, Slughorn's favorite protégé must be watching him now.

But if he knew about it, or if Dumbledore had released Riddle, he would have run away in fright.

Those incantations eventually all converged on the ring, or in other words, they spread from here.

Ivan couldn't help but think, what exactly Dumbledore wants to do?Magic involving Riddle's soul?

"And, Horace, all these security measures against intruders, are they against the Death Eaters, or against me?" asked Dumbledore.

"Hmph, what would the Death Eaters want me to do with my useless old bone?" Slughorn asked rhetorically.

"I suppose they would want you to use your ingenuity in repression, torture and murder," said Dumbledore. "You have a place among them, and many of them respect you, don't you? Do you dare to say that they didn't come to recruit you?"

Death Eaters, especially the original Death Eaters, the vast majority of Voldemort's original team were students of Slytherin.

At the time, Slughorn was their headmaster, and he had a knack for winning people over.

Slughorn gave Dumbledore a savage look for a moment, then whispered, "I never gave them a chance. For a year I've been erratic, never staying in one place for more than a week. From a Muggle house moved to another Muggle house, the owner of this house is on vacation in the Canary Islands."

"Well, I'm so comfortable here that I can't bear to leave. You know, it's not really that hard, once you get the hang of it, they don't use sight glasses, they use those ridiculous burglar alarms, you just have to Put a Freezing spell on it, and just don't let the neighbors see when you bring the piano in."

Chapter 1236 Passed down from generation to generation

"Ingenious," said Dumbledore appreciatively. "But isn't that a tiring life for a good-for-nothing old chap who wants to live a quiet life, Horace? Come to think of it, if You go back to Hogwarts..."

"If you want to tell me that I live more peacefully in that nasty school, Albus, you might as well save your energy and stop! Yes, I'm hiding here and there, but I don't want to Abuse, and I've heard some bizarre rumors since the Dolores Umbridge incident! If that's how you treat teachers now..."

"That's actually what I did, and it has nothing to do with Professor Dumbledore," Ivan said.

"Oh, you did it?" asked Slughorn. "You ordered that giant to do that to her?"

"It was my idea to put her in the care of the giant. I think the giant would teach him some basic manners and teach her how to respect others. You know, she is really annoying and has done a lot of excessive things at Hogwarts." Things." Ivan said, "But I didn't expect that the following things would happen, which was absolutely beyond my expectation, and I feel sorry for what happened to Professor Umbridge."

"I was there at the time, and I know what's going on. It's not Aiwen's fault." Hermione hurriedly followed up, "She cooperated with the Death Eaters and used Veritaserum on Aiwen in order to find Dumbledore and overthrow the magic. All the evidence forced us to take her to the Forbidden Forest to find that weapon, she believed that Professor Dumbledore hid such a weapon in the Forbidden Forest, we had to..."

"Well, what a silly bitch, I've always hated her, ever since she was a student," said Slughorn.

"Yeah, the key point is that she knew Elaine's identity at the time. Elaine is our classmate, a vampire..."

"Hey, Hogwarts is taking vampires now?" said Slughorn with interest, tossing Umbridge aside.

"Elaine is a special case, she is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, Hogwarts has no reason to reject her." Dumbledore said, "Identity will never be an obstacle to entering Hogwarts, on the contrary , we should take extra care of those children."

"That's your idea, Dumbledore, and I neither approve nor disapprove," said Slughorn, "but a descendant of Slytherin is marvelous, marvelous, the first time I hear of Slughorn Leitlin and other descendants..."

"We have recruited several promising students in recent years." Dumbledore said, "In addition to Miss Slytherin, there are Ivan, Harry, and Hermione in front of you, they..."

"I know!" Slughorn took a look at the three of them, and then quickly looked away, "I read the "Daily Prophet" every day. In the past few months, it has been mentioning these two things. Boy, especially after the Egyptian incident, they are almost going to praise him to the sky! Huh, speaking of it, this old newspaper has been going downhill recently, are they about to be crushed by the "Hogwarts Wizarding News"? "

"It wasn't us who broke the Daily Prophet, but they themselves. The public has the right to know the truth," Ivan replied.

"You're right." Slughorn nodded, but he didn't continue, and there was another silence.

At this moment, Dumbledore suddenly stood up.

"Are you leaving?" Slughorn asked immediately expectantly.

"No, I just wanted to ask if I could use your bathroom," said Dumbledore.

"Oh," said Slughorn, visibly disappointed, "down the hall, the second door on the left."

Dumbledore walked across the room, and the room fell silent as the door closed behind him.

After a moment Slughorn stood up, but seemed uncertain what to do.

He sneaked a glance at Ivan and Harry, then strode to the fireplace, turned his back to the fire, and roasted his big butt.

"Don't think I don't know why he brought you three here," he said suddenly.

"The professor must just want you to see the motivation to go back to teaching." Ivan thought for a while and said, Harry and Hermione were still a little nervous about this strange old wizard. They didn't know what to say, so he could only open it. topic.

"Sly boy, you are very similar to him, so cunning!" Slughorn didn't seem to want to talk to Ivan.

He muttered something without even looking at him.

Instead, after a quick glance at Hermione, he turned his gaze to Harry's face.

Those teary eyes flicked to Harry's scar, and this time saw his whole face clearly.

"You look a lot like your father," he said slowly.

"Yeah, that's what other people say," said Harry.

"It's just that the eyes are not the same, your eyes..."

"Like my mother, yes." Harry had heard it so many times that it got a little tiresome.

"Hmph, yes, of course, as a teacher one shouldn't be partial to students, but I was partial to her. Your mother." Seeing Harry's questioning gaze, Slughorn added, "Lily Evans, she is one of the brightest students I have ever taught, lively and lovely, very talented, a charming girl. I often say to her that she should be in my college, but I often get her Very rude answer."

After a brief silence, Harry looked at Ivan, who mentioned his current situation, and he didn't know what to say.

Ivan raised his head slightly, motioning for Harry to answer.

It can be seen that Slughorn and Harry's mother are very close, and the impression is very good.

"Well, Professor, which college are you in?"

"I was Head of Slytherin," said Slughorn.

"Oh, come on!" He saw the expression on Harry's face, and immediately said, waving a stubby finger at him, "Don't be hostile to me because of this, childish thinking, I think, you must be like her Same, from Gryffindor?"

"Yes, all three of us are Gryffindors," said Harry.

"Albus is going too far, he brought three Gryffindors!" Slughorn exclaimed.

"You just said that this is actually nothing." Ivan interjected.

"That's right, that's right." Slughorn said disapprovingly. "And that girl named Elaine, which college is she in?"

"She hasn't been divided into houses yet. She was in Hogwarts as an exchange student last semester, and it is not suitable for her to be separated into houses alone. Umbridge has been investigating her at that time." Aiwen said, "But this semester , Elaine can be sorted with the freshmen, I heard that a few vampires will also be enrolled, they are all her clan and descendants of Slytherin."

"They should go to Slytherin House." Slughorn said immediately. "For pure blood wizards, the choice of house is passed down from generation to generation, but there are exceptions. Have you heard of Sirius Black? Oh , you must know that I saw you and his name appearing in the newspaper not long ago, he seems to be your godfather..."