Professor, please pay the debt

Early the next morning, Harry was blocked by Dumbledore outside the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Morning, Harry! I didn't expect you to get up so early. I thought only people my age would get up early. Are you going back to the dormitory?

I suggest you not to worry too much, your classmates are still asleep, you may disturb their rest if you go in now, why don't you chat with me here for a while.The elderly always feel very little...why, don't want to? "

Dumbledore's wise blue eyes looked at Harry from behind the half-moon lenses, with a very focused expression, "Of course I would, Professor Dumbledore, it's just..." Harry said in embarrassment, "I am now It's not very polite, oh, you see, I'm sweaty, I have to wash and change, otherwise I won't be able to see people at all."

"I noticed it, but I'm curious, what made you so embarrassed...Of course, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it. I don't intend to pry into the secrets of a 16-year-old boy. Especially when I know that this boy is When it comes to love."

Dumbledore blinked playfully, looking kind and easy-going.

"Oh, no, it's not because of this..." Harry seemed shy, he said a little shyly, "I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, it was just a morning run, I like to run along the Black Lake for a while, from here It's the beginning of term. To be honest, on a nice day I'm like this..."

Harry wasn't lying, he did go for a morning jog last night, after being kicked out of bed by Severus... oh, what a shame!

In short, Harry spent the night in the Room of Requirement. After the gate of the castle opened at dawn, he went for a morning run by the lake according to his usual habit.

After Dumbledore heard this explanation, he first made a surprised expression, and then said, "I must say that this is a very good idea, the morning air is always the freshest in the day, but I don't remember your illness. There is... this disease that needs fresh air."

Harry realized again that Dumbledore knew nothing about Muggles.He had never lived in the Muggle world, and a lot of Muggle common sense seemed to him puzzling, and therefore required in-depth explanation.

"It's such a professor..."

Just as Harry was about to speak, there were footsteps in the corridor. The Creevey brothers and several other boys were walking over. Judging from the situation, they had just finished their morning jog and were about to come back to wash up.

They were a little surprised when they saw Harry standing outside the door with the Headmaster, but they still greeted them, "Good morning, Professor Dumbledore, good morning, Harry..."

"Good morning, boys, how early you are up..."

The arrival of Colin and his group saved Harry a lot of trouble. The old lunatic is actually not crazy. He could tell at a glance that these boys looked as embarrassed as Harry——

That is to say, they were sweaty all over, and their eyes were also calm and fearless, without the slightest embarrassment of being caught on the spot for doing something bad.

This led him to make a reasonable inference—the so-called morning jogging should be a fair thing.

So when Harry told him that Muggles were born weak and had to exercise in this painful and clumsy way, he was quick to accept.

"Yeah, Muggles are too weak! That's why they need our protection."

Dumbledore reiterated his idea, and then turned to Colin and the others, "Although there is still plenty of time, I suggest you go back and wash up early, oh, by the way, it's best not to use the cleaning spell on yourself just to save trouble, In that case, you will be bald before the age of 40."

The boys were obviously frightened, and they hurriedly bid farewell to the principal and Harry. The portrait of the gatekeeper gave up the passage without waiting for them to say the secret word. When they passed, the fat lady murmured:

"Oh, yes, take some time to wash up, I don't know who kept the children here, why? Potter, don't you go in?"

"He wants to stay with me for a while, just for a while, dear fat lady, we'll be done soon, and we won't cause you too much trouble."

Dumbledore patiently answered the portrait's questions, while Harry just shrugged at the lady.

The Fat Lady grunted, That's what I do.Then he waved his fan and walked away, leaving only a blank picture frame.

"You have nothing to worry about, Harry! I don't want to waste your time if..."

Dumbledore seemed to be asking for Harry's opinion, and Harry played dumb, "Actually, Professor, I... oh, I don't want to be bald either..."

"Hehehe..."

A series of women's laughter came from the portrait, Harry thought the fat lady was back, but the frame was still empty, only a lavender silk skirt was exposed in the corner, "You can go back to the frame Ma'am, there's no need for this, our conversation has nothing to hide." Dumbledore's face was extremely thick, and after being ridiculed repeatedly, his expression did not change at all, "Harry, I have something important to ask you... ..." Before Harry could speak, Dumbledore continued, "I heard that you didn't stay in the dormitory the night the werewolves attacked, is that true?"

A thought flashed through Harry's mind:

Sure enough!Dumbledore is the most cunning fox!

In the entire wolf slaughter operation, this is the most likely to be criticized.

When planning this operation, what troubled Harry the most was not how to kill Fenrir, but how to cover up the fact that the Savior knew the werewolf's attack plan in advance.

Dumbledore obviously noticed that there is a magical coincidence here. On the night the werewolves attacked Hogsmeade, the Savior happened to be wandering outside the castle at night. It was a very magical coincidence.

And very crucially, without this coincidence, the savior would not have become famous in the first battle in Hogsmeade.

This point is so crucial that Harry can't be completely defenseless, so when he was questioned by the old headmaster, he was not as nervous as he showed. Harry first lowered his head, as if he was caught by the professor countless times on night tours. The performance was the same as when I stayed, and I obediently admitted my mistake, "I'm sorry, Professor!"

"You should know it's wrong!"

Dumbledore reprimanded him severely, "The current situation is not good, and no one can guarantee that the tragedy of Hogsmeade will not happen elsewhere. If Voldemort decides to attack the school, it will be safer to stay in the castle."

"Yes, Professor!"

Harry still lowered his head in shame.His attitude of admitting his mistakes was very good, it was too good, too good, which made the old principal's questioning like a punch on the cotton, with no energy to use.

"Well, I guess you've realized your mistake, but I can't pretend not to know, it's against the back-to-school rules, after dinner, students are not allowed to leave the castle without permission, you should remember that lesson.

Well, so that you can learn while correcting your mistakes, I've decided to hand you over to Severus to continue your unfinished Occlumency lessons, what do you think, Harry? "

This is so good!From now on, you can stay in the cellar openly!

Harry liked this arrangement very much, but he couldn't let the old headmaster notice, so when he raised his head to say something to the headmaster, Dumbledore found his expression strange and troubled.

So Dumbledore decided, "That's it, every Friday night until the end of the term, I don't want to lock you up, Harry, but..."

"Who is talking about confinement?"

A loud voice sounded not far away, and Harry knew it was the fat old man Slughorn without looking back.

"Oh... look who this is! Our great principal!"

Harry was taken aback by Slughorn's disrespectful tone of voice, which seemed to be mocking and taunting, and it is true that Slughorn did not respect Dumbledore as much as the other teachers did, but not to the same degree. This is nothing short of blatant contempt.

"Good morning, Horace!"

Dumbledore looked as usual, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Good morning, Professor Slughorn!"

Harry greeted him and watched his expression carefully.

Slughorn was wearing a woolen coat that looked like a bed sheet today. The tweed fabric made his stomach look bigger. A zip sack was tucked under his arm.

Dumbledore was completely ignored as he approached, with Harry alone in his eyes, "Good morning, Harry..."

Slugherg said enthusiastically, "Early to bed and early to rise, oh, this is a rare fine weather, would you like to go out with me for a walk? I mean, to the lake, where there is a plant that grows in November The aquatic plants that bloom in the garden, I will show you the next class."

These two diametrically opposed attitudes of Slughorn put Harry in an awkward position. He didn't answer immediately, but deliberately kept silent for a while, hoping that whoever the two old guys could say something to make up for this. rude and disrespectful behavior.But the result disappointed him. The two seemed determined not to get along well.