Chapter 281 Horace Slughorn
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
In a small community in Budley-Barberton, Devon, an inconspicuous house seemed to have been burglarized. A few bright lights are moving around.
Fortunately, this place is in the outskirts and there are few people. Otherwise, the news that Dumbledore and his two students were caught as thieves would probably appear in tomorrow's newspapers.
The light from the wand barely illuminated the house, and the messy scene inside made Harry feel that the owner of this house might have suffered misfortune.
And when a drop of blood dripped from the ceiling, Harry's hairs stood on end, and he didn't dare to look up, afraid of the horrible scene in front of him.
But Dumbledore's audacity surprised him.I saw Dumbledore wiped the blood on the ground with his finger, and then put it in front of his nose to smell it. There was no tension about a murder.
Blood was dripping from the shattered ceiling, and it stands to reason that Dumbledore would either lead them out of the house at this time, or go upstairs to check.
But to Harry's bewilderment, Dumbledore was staring at a blue-striped armchair, to be honest, the color scheme made Harry think that the sofa was wearing pajamas.
Eli stood aside, holding a wand in one hand, and hanging down the other hand easily. He looked at the sofa with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.
Dumbledore walked slowly to the sofa, and when Harry was wondering what he was going to do, Dumbledore suddenly poked the sofa with his wand.
"Merlin's thong!"
A somewhat hoarse exclamation made Harry almost jump up. If he read correctly, a human head protruded from the top of the sofa!
Dumbledore laughed and took a few steps back, the sofa man stood up and turned into a fat old man directly under Harry's surprised eyes.
The fat backrest just turned into a big belly, without any sense of disobedience.
"How did you find me, not even the Death Eaters!"
Dumbledore looked around with a smile on his face: "Dragon blood." He pointed to the blood-stained ceiling.
"I have to say that your transformation technique is still so exquisite."
"What a miscalculation. You have studied the twelve uses of dragon's blood. Don't say it's subtle or not. Didn't you see through it?" The fat old man looked like he was standing up on a sofa. Be like a big elephant.
"I'm not the only one who discovered you." Dumbledore pointed to Eli who was beside him.
I don't know how Dumbledore knew that Eli had seen through it, maybe he said it on purpose?
When the old man looked at Eli, and when he squinted his eyes to see Eli's face clearly, he immediately smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out: "Eli Hall! A famous entrepreneur, one of my students told My, today's potion market is up to you, that student of mine will go to France after graduation to do medicine business."
The corner of Dumbledore's mouth curled up slightly, and he pointed at Eli: "This is my student, Eli Hall, you have at least seen it in the newspapers, thanks to Fudge, I have also been in the newspapers together." He pointed to the old man again, "This is my old colleague, Horace Slughorn."
"I'm not just in newspapers..."
Dumbledore pointed to Harry who hadn't been paid much attention just now: "This is also my student, Harry Potter."
Dumbledore seemed to be showing off to Slughorn at this time.
When he saw Harry's glasses and the scar, Slughorn froze for a moment, and smiled brighter: "The boy who lived, Harry Potter, you two are brothers, right? It's really enviable." , the two brothers are so young and promising!"
Slughorn may be as old as a hundred-year-old Dumbledore, and his chubby face smiles very kindly, even a little funny.
"This is not like your usual style." Dumbledore looked around at the smashed houses.
Slughorn's face froze: "The Death Eaters tried to win me over more than once, but you know, my old bones can't stand the toss anymore. For this reason, I have to change my place of residence every week. This It's a house for a pair of Muggles, but they're going on holiday, so I'll stay here for a while."
Dumbledore nodded: "At least you have to leave an intact house for the owner, don't you?"
Dumbledore swiped his wand slowly, and everything in the room seemed to come to life in an instant, and they ran back to where they should be with memories.
Harry looked at all this in amazement, and Eli was also amazed.
The magic of magic is not only reflected in powerful or weird attacks. It is also a wonderful use of magic to recover so many objects quietly like Dumbledore.
After a while, the house became bright and tidy, and the lights finally came on.
"Mind if I borrow the bathroom?" Although he was asking, Dumbledore had already walked to the bathroom on his own.
Slughorn stared at Dumbledore, his face uncertain: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, I tell you, I won't go back!"
He called out, but when Dumbledore failed to respond, he turned his eyes to Eli and Harry again, as if admiring two rare treasures.
There was a completely different smile on his face when he faced Dumbledore just now: "You really look like your father, except for your eyes..."
"Same as my mother." Harry had learned to snap back, and honestly, everyone who had ever met his parents would say that.
Then Slughorn looked at Eli, his eyes fluctuated: "To be honest, I thought it was Lily when I saw you just now, you are exactly like her. She is very smart, considering that she was born in a Muggle family Because of..."
"A friend of mine is also from a Muggle family, but she is always number one." Harry glanced at Eli as he said, and sure enough, Eli twitched his face.
Slughorn quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, of course I'm not prejudiced against Muggle-born wizards. Lily is my favorite student, and her talent is too bright." Neatly arranged photos, "she is in it."
They walked over, and Harry and Eli saw their mother in a group of students taking pictures with Slughorn, standing closest to Slughorn.
Harry was fascinated by the fact that he hadn't seen his mother's face anywhere except in old photo albums.
Slughorn introduced his proud disciples photo by photo, and he was extremely relieved.
"Lily once gave me a small fish tank with a lily petal in it. When the petal sank to the bottom of the water, it would magically transform into a small goldfish. It was a wonderful transfiguration." Slughorn described the time vividly. Scenes.
"It's a pity that on a certain day, flower petals will no longer be able to turn into fish..." He said, his eyes dimmed with tears.
"Horace, can I have this?" Dumbledore held a book that taught people how to knit a sweater.
"Uh... yes. You're leaving?" Slughorn looked strange.
"Of course, I would be honored if you could return to teach at Hogwarts again. But I know that your personality is as outstanding as these two gentlemen... so I will save myself, goodbye, Horace. "
Dumbledore left directly with the two of them.
Slughorn's face seemed to say, "If you persuade me again, I will say yes."
But until Dumbledore left, he didn't hear any persuasion.
Eli counted silently in his head.
When they left the house and counted to ten, Slughorn ran out.
"I promise! But I have to raise my salary, this is a mess. And I asked to go to the office that Professor Mellors used to. My old one is the same as the toilet!"
Fortunately, this place is in the outskirts and there are few people. Otherwise, the news that Dumbledore and his two students were caught as thieves would probably appear in tomorrow's newspapers.
The light from the wand barely illuminated the house, and the messy scene inside made Harry feel that the owner of this house might have suffered misfortune.
And when a drop of blood dripped from the ceiling, Harry's hairs stood on end, and he didn't dare to look up, afraid of the horrible scene in front of him.
But Dumbledore's audacity surprised him.I saw Dumbledore wiped the blood on the ground with his finger, and then put it in front of his nose to smell it. There was no tension about a murder.
Blood was dripping from the shattered ceiling, and it stands to reason that Dumbledore would either lead them out of the house at this time, or go upstairs to check.
But to Harry's bewilderment, Dumbledore was staring at a blue-striped armchair, to be honest, the color scheme made Harry think that the sofa was wearing pajamas.
Eli stood aside, holding a wand in one hand, and hanging down the other hand easily. He looked at the sofa with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.
Dumbledore walked slowly to the sofa, and when Harry was wondering what he was going to do, Dumbledore suddenly poked the sofa with his wand.
"Merlin's thong!"
A somewhat hoarse exclamation made Harry almost jump up. If he read correctly, a human head protruded from the top of the sofa!
Dumbledore laughed and took a few steps back, the sofa man stood up and turned into a fat old man directly under Harry's surprised eyes.
The fat backrest just turned into a big belly, without any sense of disobedience.
"How did you find me, not even the Death Eaters!"
Dumbledore looked around with a smile on his face: "Dragon blood." He pointed to the blood-stained ceiling.
"I have to say that your transformation technique is still so exquisite."
"What a miscalculation. You have studied the twelve uses of dragon's blood. Don't say it's subtle or not. Didn't you see through it?" The fat old man looked like he was standing up on a sofa. Be like a big elephant.
"I'm not the only one who discovered you." Dumbledore pointed to Eli who was beside him.
I don't know how Dumbledore knew that Eli had seen through it, maybe he said it on purpose?
When the old man looked at Eli, and when he squinted his eyes to see Eli's face clearly, he immediately smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out: "Eli Hall! A famous entrepreneur, one of my students told My, today's potion market is up to you, that student of mine will go to France after graduation to do medicine business."
The corner of Dumbledore's mouth curled up slightly, and he pointed at Eli: "This is my student, Eli Hall, you have at least seen it in the newspapers, thanks to Fudge, I have also been in the newspapers together." He pointed to the old man again, "This is my old colleague, Horace Slughorn."
"I'm not just in newspapers..."
Dumbledore pointed to Harry who hadn't been paid much attention just now: "This is also my student, Harry Potter."
Dumbledore seemed to be showing off to Slughorn at this time.
When he saw Harry's glasses and the scar, Slughorn froze for a moment, and smiled brighter: "The boy who lived, Harry Potter, you two are brothers, right? It's really enviable." , the two brothers are so young and promising!"
Slughorn may be as old as a hundred-year-old Dumbledore, and his chubby face smiles very kindly, even a little funny.
"This is not like your usual style." Dumbledore looked around at the smashed houses.
Slughorn's face froze: "The Death Eaters tried to win me over more than once, but you know, my old bones can't stand the toss anymore. For this reason, I have to change my place of residence every week. This It's a house for a pair of Muggles, but they're going on holiday, so I'll stay here for a while."
Dumbledore nodded: "At least you have to leave an intact house for the owner, don't you?"
Dumbledore swiped his wand slowly, and everything in the room seemed to come to life in an instant, and they ran back to where they should be with memories.
Harry looked at all this in amazement, and Eli was also amazed.
The magic of magic is not only reflected in powerful or weird attacks. It is also a wonderful use of magic to recover so many objects quietly like Dumbledore.
After a while, the house became bright and tidy, and the lights finally came on.
"Mind if I borrow the bathroom?" Although he was asking, Dumbledore had already walked to the bathroom on his own.
Slughorn stared at Dumbledore, his face uncertain: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, I tell you, I won't go back!"
He called out, but when Dumbledore failed to respond, he turned his eyes to Eli and Harry again, as if admiring two rare treasures.
There was a completely different smile on his face when he faced Dumbledore just now: "You really look like your father, except for your eyes..."
"Same as my mother." Harry had learned to snap back, and honestly, everyone who had ever met his parents would say that.
Then Slughorn looked at Eli, his eyes fluctuated: "To be honest, I thought it was Lily when I saw you just now, you are exactly like her. She is very smart, considering that she was born in a Muggle family Because of..."
"A friend of mine is also from a Muggle family, but she is always number one." Harry glanced at Eli as he said, and sure enough, Eli twitched his face.
Slughorn quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, of course I'm not prejudiced against Muggle-born wizards. Lily is my favorite student, and her talent is too bright." Neatly arranged photos, "she is in it."
They walked over, and Harry and Eli saw their mother in a group of students taking pictures with Slughorn, standing closest to Slughorn.
Harry was fascinated by the fact that he hadn't seen his mother's face anywhere except in old photo albums.
Slughorn introduced his proud disciples photo by photo, and he was extremely relieved.
"Lily once gave me a small fish tank with a lily petal in it. When the petal sank to the bottom of the water, it would magically transform into a small goldfish. It was a wonderful transfiguration." Slughorn described the time vividly. Scenes.
"It's a pity that on a certain day, flower petals will no longer be able to turn into fish..." He said, his eyes dimmed with tears.
"Horace, can I have this?" Dumbledore held a book that taught people how to knit a sweater.
"Uh... yes. You're leaving?" Slughorn looked strange.
"Of course, I would be honored if you could return to teach at Hogwarts again. But I know that your personality is as outstanding as these two gentlemen... so I will save myself, goodbye, Horace. "
Dumbledore left directly with the two of them.
Slughorn's face seemed to say, "If you persuade me again, I will say yes."
But until Dumbledore left, he didn't hear any persuasion.
Eli counted silently in his head.
When they left the house and counted to ten, Slughorn ran out.
"I promise! But I have to raise my salary, this is a mess. And I asked to go to the office that Professor Mellors used to. My old one is the same as the toilet!"
