I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 471 Conversation

Dumbledore and Slughorn stood back to back, one tall and thin, the other short and fat, and they waved their wands in unexpected unison.

The furniture jumped back to its original position one by one, the decorations returned to their original shape in mid-air, the feathers went back into the cushions, and the damaged books were automatically repaired and arranged neatly on the bookshelf.

The oil lamp flew to the small table by the wall and was lit again. A large number of broken silver picture frames flew to the other end of the room and landed on a desk, becoming as bright as new again. Everywhere in the room The damaged, torn, and gaping places were restored to their original appearance.

The stains on the wall were automatically wiped clean, as if there were no blood stains.

"What kind of blood is that, by the way?" Dumbledore asked, his voice drowning out the sound of the newly repaired grandfather clock.

"You mean the one on the wall? It's fire dragon blood." The other party shouted in reply.

At this time, the chandelier automatically jumped back to the ceiling, making a deafening sound of creaking and tinkling.

As the piano made its final tinkling sound, the room finally fell silent.

"Yes, Albus, Fire Dragon's Blood," the wizard said in a lively tone, shaking his wand at the end, "You reminded me, this is the last bottle in my collection, and the current price on the market is astonishingly expensive. However, maybe, It can still be used, 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 at the viscous liquid inside carefully against the light.

"Well, it's a little dirty." He put the vial back on the sideboard, then couldn't help but turned to look at Dumbledore with a blushing face.

"These kids—"

"Oh! Let me introduce you." Dumbledore smiled and walked up to the little wizards. He first pointed at Owen, "This is Owen, Owen Sanchez. You should know that he is now a famous therapist. ”

"I saw him in the newspaper, the Rosier boy."

Dumbledore smiled noncommittally and pointed to the others, "Harry Potter, over there is Miss Ginny Weasley, an excellent witch. I dare say that some adult wizards don't know as much about spells as she does. Behind them are Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Keyart Stewart. You may have heard from some sources about some of their actions this year. The Federation suppressed the news. You know, this is to protect them. .”

"I know, I know." The man looked like a hungry wolf, staring at them with a smile and bright eyes.

"Miss, I don't think I need any further introduction."

"Oh! Of course - Miss Granger." The man walked up, suddenly grabbed Hermione's hand, held it and said, "The rising star of the wizarding world, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, first class, my God, it's really incredible. I can’t believe there is such an outstanding little wizard.”

"Children." Dumbledore pointed to the man and said to the young wizards, "This is an old friend and colleague of mine named Horace Slughorn."

Professor Slughorn shook hands with each of the little wizards, and then turned to look at Dumbledore, with an alert expression on his face.

"You think this will convince me?"

"I think it's enough." This time, Dumbledore did not make any detours with Professor Slughorn. He said straightforwardly, "No matter what my purpose is, in this chaotic era, Hogg Watts is the safest place to be unless you want someone to visit you."

"I'm going to think about it," said Professor Slughorn.

"Of course, at least we can have a drink," said Dumbledore, "for old time's sake."

"Whatever." His words were a little stiff.

Dumbledore just smiled and led him to a chair.

The chair looked very much like the one Slughorn had just impersonated.

The little wizards were a little idle.

Hermione asked, "Mr. Slughorn, um. Can we visit your house?"

"Of course." Slughorn's expression was very strange, and there was some regret in his eyes. He was annoyed by what Hermione had just called him, sir - if he was a professor.

oh! Merlin!

That girl will definitely become the best student he has ever met in his life.

Thinking about it, Slughorn couldn't help but look at Dumbledore who was enjoying himself.

There was more resentment in his eyes.

Owen actually understands the tangle in Slughorn's heart right now.

This is a refined and self-interested person.

He didn't want to get involved with either Dumbledore or Voldemort.

If it hadn't been for the incident in America, he might have joined Hogwarts without hesitation.

Because on the surface, Dumbledore seems to have a greater chance of winning.

But the fall of the United States had a huge impact on an old wizard like him who could get some inside information.

The power Voldemort possesses is far beyond his imagination.

Not to mention that the Pretenders and Purifiers are now entangled with the Death Eaters, and even merged.

This means that even in Hogwarts, there may be "pretenders".

It's simply not safe there.

Dolores Umbridge will be able to bring the Pretender into Hogwarts this year, but there is no guarantee that others will not.

If the little wizard is replaced during the summer vacation, who can find out?

All that being said, it's only natural that Mr. Slughorn would be hesitant.

Hogwarts is a very safe place, but on the other hand it is also the most dangerous place.

It's so attractive.

Nowhere is safer than Hogwarts.

"Professor Dumbledore wants Mr. Slughorn to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Harry, who was visiting other rooms, asked Owen with a puzzled look, "He looks too old."

Yes, Slughorn is almost the same age as Dumbledore. It doesn't matter if the professor of other courses is older, but Defense Against the Dark Arts is a practical course. If Harry is worried that Slughorn will be in the class Breaking your waist is absolutely reasonable.

"I guess he is here to teach us Potions." Hermione said at the side. ""Hogwarts: A School History" mentioned that Professor Slughorn was the former Potions Professor or Slater. Dean of the Forestry College.

After he retired, he reserved his place for the best students. "

"Snape?" Harry's eyes widened. "Oh! God! He has wanted to get the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position for a long time. He applies for it every year! Is he finally going to get it this year?"

"Obviously," Owen said.

"No -" Harry wailed, "My favorite course is now - gone."

"Looking on the bright side, maybe your favorite course this year will become Potions?" Owen said, holding back a laugh.

"How is that possible?"

"It's impossible, Mr. Slughorn, but I like you famous little wizards the most." Owen explained with a smile, "Everyone has their own favorite things, and our Slughorn - —Professor, what he likes most is to take famous little wizards under his tutelage. Why do you think Principal Dumbledore wants to take us with him?"