Professor, please pay the debt

Dumbledore had a horcrux in his hand, and he came in the middle of the night to look for someone with knowledge of the horcrux. It couldn't be clearer, the old lunatic had discovered the secret of the horcrux.

This is really depressing news!

Slughorn rubbed his stomach and stood up, "Do you need to hit so hard? It hurts me!"

Dumbledore said: "I thought you were asleep. I stood in front of you for a full minute, but you didn't recognize me. I'm worried that if you do it lightly, you won't be able to wake you up. Get a second shot."

"Sophistry, you are simply taking the opportunity to take revenge. I won't give you my life, so you poke me with the tip of your wand. Oh, it hurts, and it still hurts now."

Slughorn tried to get justice for himself, and he spoke to Dumbledore face to face, which made Harry realize that there was a huge difference in height between the two of them, and Slughorn only reached Dumbledore's chin.

Dumbledore lowered his head and spoke to him, "I have reservations about the word "death eating". I am hiring teachers, not recruiting subordinates. If one day you become a Death Eater, then it is really called "death eating." !"

"Don't scare me with Death Eaters, what do they want my old bones for?"

"Use your ingenuity to kill and torture people."

"No, Albus, stop trying to persuade me. I won't teach in your school. I'm already retired. When you're young, you should work hard, and when you're old, you should enjoy a leisurely retirement life. It is the human-of-ever-feeling..."

Slughorn seemed to have finished what he wanted to say, and then began to tidy up the room. He waved his wand and the furniture returned to their original positions one by one. Dumbledore seemed eager to show his favor, and he asked enthusiastically: "Do you need help?"

"Okay, please."

The two waved their wands and tidied up the mess.The broken pieces of porcelain are put together to become a complete teapot, and the broken glass and copper hooks on the carpet fly to the center of the ceiling in a unified way, where they are combined into a complex chandelier, and the cushions and pillows are exposed by themselves. The sponge was stuffed back, the thread ends at the damaged part twisted and sewed up, and then he jumped back onto the sofa vigorously. Comfortable living room.

Slughorn lit a candle. "It seems a little unreasonable for me to send you away without asking you to sit down. So please sit down, Albus, and this young man you brought, please sit down." .”

Dumbledore, no doubt thick-skinned, said, "It's just as bad if you don't buy us a drink, and I hope it's black tea, because Harry's underage and he can't drink."

"Harry?!"

Suddenly Slughorn's eyes lit up and his voice was full of surprise.

"Let me introduce, this is Harry Potter, this is Professor Slughorn, my former colleague..."

Harry held out his hand to Slughorn, "Hi Professor Slughorn..."

"Hello, Mr. Potter, you are too famous, I can't pretend I haven't heard your name..."

Slughorn's fat hand held Harry's hand tightly, and his eyes rested on the scar on his forehead, as if admiring a rare antique.

Harry immediately figured out why Dumbledore brought him to see Slughorn. Dumbledore wanted to invite Slughorn to teach at the school, and Harry was an important bargaining chip to persuade him.

— What an old fox!

Then the old fox said, "Let's sit down and talk, and now that the room is packed, I think this armchair will be all right, and the loveseat looks very soft, too, dear Horace, please worry about it." Our tea, don't hold Harry's hand, young people are easily shy."

Dumbledore bossed around like in his own office, Horace was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched but there was nothing he could do.

Finally, all three of them sat down, with hot black tea in their hands, Dumbledore sat in the large armchair he had seen, the thick sponge cushion almost wrapped him up, he tried to move backwards Leaning for a while, the back seemed to be equally soft, and he sank into it, then straightened up and sat upright.

"My dear Horace, you still enjoy yourself so much..."

"There's nothing wrong with that. People have the right to material things." Slughorn turned to Harry, who was sitting side by side on the same loveseat with him, "Do you like my black tea? This is Keemun black tea from China tastes very good, even more fragrant and sweeter than Darjeeling black tea. It was given by one of my students. He married a Chinese girl and stayed in that magical country ever since, but he still remembers I, often send me some local specialties."

Harry knew Slughorn very well, even better than Dumbledore. You know, the Dark Lord was Slughorn's favorite student and a star member of the Slug Club when he was studying, so Harry knew how to Make him happy, and know how to persuade him to go back to school to teach.

Slughorn is a very useful person. He has a wide range of connections and has a keen eye for gold. He can always pick out the best few students from hundreds of students, gather them together, and build a network for himself. It also helped the students, and even the Dark Lord used the power of the Snot Book Club when he first formed the Death Eater team.

Dumbledore needed this man, and so did Harry.So, Harry smiled shyly at Slughorn, "I like your tea, and I also like China."

"Dear Harry, you don't have to use honorifics when you talk to me. We're not in class. Relax, boy. Tell me what you know about China. I've always wanted to go there on vacation, but my old arm Those with old legs, my body hurts when I move, and I haven't been able to do it until now."

Harry glanced at Dumbledore, like a sensible boy who would ask his parents for permission before answering questions from strangers, and Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction.

Then he got up and asked Slughorn where the bathroom was, and the master told him, before concentrating on talking to Harry again.

"If I say it, don't laugh at me. I didn't pay attention to any serious things when I went to China. I just kept eating. Oh, I'm too greedy..."

"Have you been there?"

——No way, who told Karkaroff to be too good at running!Harry can only chase him around the world.

"Yeah, actually I just came back from China, it's amazing, it's so rich in produce, and the Chinese are good at cooking, if you've had Chinese food, British food is rubbish.

I may make all the restaurants hate me for saying this, but I still insist on this point. I really should let the chefs go to China to experience it. People eat is a kind of enjoyment, and we eat purely to fill our stomachs. The gap between nobles and commoners. "

Slughorn was firmly attracted by Harry's words. He stared at a pair of watery light-colored eyes, his broad forehead gleamed with oil in the candlelight, and even his silver-white hair began to shine, "Really? Is that good?"

"I'm not exaggerating at all. The taste is really good, especially the apples. The apples we produce in the UK are only the size of a tennis ball and tasteless. Others' apples are twice as big as ours. They are sweet and crunchy. It's just delicious. Best I've ever had.

However, the local people told me that this is last year's fruit, and it is no longer tasty, and they are only used to squeeze juice or make jam. I feel like a native. "

"I don't like British apples either, even when made into jam and with too much honey added."

"Don't worry, when my mail-order apples arrive, I'll give you half..."

"Of course, you are a thoughtful child, but is the mail safe? You know, you have to be very careful at this time, especially you."

"Hogwarts is very safe. It has existed for 1000 years. I heard that the school's magic circle is very powerful. When the Big Four established Hogwarts, they wanted to build it into the last bastion of the wizarding world. Little wizard their shelter.

After the War of Giants, the War of Goblins, and what else, Hogwarts remained intact while the rest of the world was reduced to rubble, and I'm sure it will turn out the same this time. "

Slughorn seemed to be saying to himself, "Maybe you're right, Hogwarts should be safer than other places."

Harry knew he was close to success, just the last bit, and he looked around and found what he thought was the most appropriate thing above the fireplace.

"Is that a picture of Gwenog-Jones?"

"Yes, she's the captain of the Holyhead Harpies. I guess you like Quidditch. Boys do, of course. Gwenog is one of my students. She doesn't do much with other subjects. In the same way, only Quidditch is the only one, so she became a professional player after graduation, and she often sends me tickets for games, and they are free."

Slughorn became radiant. What he liked most was not food, but excellent students. He showed his students to every friend, just as a collector showed his precious collection to others.

"This is Barnabas Guffy, editor of the Daily Prophet, who's always interested in hearing my opinion on the current situation. And Ambrosio Froome at Dukes of Bees—

He sends me a gift basket every year for my birthday because I introduced him to Ciceron Hakis that year and got him his first job! "

Harry smiled and delivered the killing blow.

"Then what did he send this year? I heard that the Honeydukes Candy Store has launched a new breed this year. It's called a hedgehog. When you're ready to bite it, it becomes full of thorns. I've always wanted to try it, but It's a limited edition, I haven't been able to taste it yet..."

Hitting the bull's-eye, Slughorn's mood immediately became depressed...