Chapter 521 Do you call this polite?
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
"I have a question, Professor..." Glenn hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but asked weakly, "Professor Slughorn, I'm not the same person as you, right? I mean... .in...emotional terms."
Dumbledore suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at him deeply.
Glenn couldn't help but secretly curse himself for not being able to keep his composure, and he just wanted to raise his hand and slap himself twice.To be honest, this question is not very polite, especially when asked as a junior.
Just when he thought Dumbledore was about to get angry, the other party just shook his head and spoke with a smile.
"No, he's not." He said, "As far as I know, Horace doesn't like men. What I mean by 'attraction' is that he likes to have good relationships with students who have backgrounds or potential. Enrich his network, and you are the best at both. "
Glenn secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Professor, my question was a bit abrupt. I'm really sorry..."
"No." Dumbledore shook his head again, "Emotional matters are too complicated. Everyone has their own moments of distress..."
He paused suddenly, blinked his eyes, and showed a narrow smile: "Just like you, if I guessed correctly, you are probably also worried about how to face the feelings of that girl Morgana now. ?」
Glenn:? ? ?
Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't say much. He took one more look at his obviously flustered expression and continued to set off with a smile. Occasionally, he took out his wand and waved it twice, as if to remove the howling spell and alarm set by Slughorn. curse.
The two soon came to an inconspicuous old house on the edge of the village. The wooden house was crooked and dark inside. It looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time. The snow in front of the door was higher than the knees, and there were two feet of it. It was so thick that it had obviously not been cleaned all winter.
Glenn was not Harry, and he immediately noticed that the magical atmosphere here was obviously much stronger than that in other places in the village.
"It seems that Horace has put a lot of effort into protective magic, right?"
Dumbledore looked around, took out his wand again, and tapped somewhere in the air.
The air trembled slightly, and a twisted, translucent light curtain slowly dissipated quietly like a burst bubble.
The scene changed again, the snow melted away, revealing a fairly well-arranged gravel path, and the wooden house became tidy again and no longer looked dilapidated.
The door of the house was ajar, revealing a ray of light.
Dumbledore made a silencing gesture, and gently opened the door with Glenn and walked into the hall.
At the other end of the corridor is the living room. You can see several suitcases open on the ground, with a lot of clothes, medicine bottles and other sundries piled inside.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, Horace?" Dumbledore slowly walked into the living room and asked in a teasing tone.
"Who?!"
Slughorn, who was lowering his head to pack his things, jumped up from the sofa like a frightened rabbit, took out his wand and pointed it at the place where the sound came from.
This series of movements was so smooth and agile that it was completely inconsistent with his fat body.
"It's you? Dumbledore!" He saw the appearance of the person clearly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Merlin's beard! I was almost scared to death by you!"
Dumbledore shrugged and said, "It's not polite to keep pointing your wand at your guests, is it?"
"You actually told me to be polite?"
Slughorn's eyes widened and he looked at him with a "What are you talking about?" expression, and his mustache curled up in anger.
"You didn't say hello in advance, you dispelled all my protective magic along the way, and you just barged into my house. Albus, do you call this polite?"
"Calm down, Horace." Dumbledore comforted, "You should know why I did this. If I told you in advance that I was coming back, I'm afraid you would have packed your things and left by now, right?"
Indeed, this was the reason why Slughorn was in a hurry to pack his luggage as soon as he learned the news of Voldemort's resurrection.
As an old fox who is good at playing both sides, he is unwilling to take a stand too early and join the forces of either Dumbledore or Voldemort when the situation is unclear.
"When you get older, you have to think more about yourself. Is there any problem?"
"Of course not." Dumbledore said, "Now I have prepared a good place for you, which can provide you with a stable life. It is at least much better than hiding around like this."
"I know what you want to say, Albus." Slughorn shook his head immediately, "I'm old and don't want to..."
Dumbledore interrupted him with a smile: "Don't refuse in a hurry, Horace, you must have noticed the boy next to me. I haven't had time to introduce you to each other."
Slughorn's eyes stayed on Glenn's forehead for a moment, then sighed and said, "I thought you would bring Harry Potter to convince me."
"I did have this plan, but I think you would be more interested in Glenn."
"Glenn? Glenn Ollivander? The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history?" Slughorn was stunned for a moment, then returned his gaze to Glenn's face and looked into his silver eyes.
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "To be honest, in all my years of education, Glenn is the most gifted child I have ever seen, even better than that person. You should understand what I mean. "
"Are you kidding?" Slughorn looked incredulous.
"I didn't mean to be joking at all." Dumbledore said immediately, "During the battle last night, he used transformation to help me block Voldemort's killing curse."
"hiss..."
Slughorn gasped and looked at Glenn like he was a monster.
"We can talk about Glenn's talents in other areas later." Dumbledore smiled again, "Glenn, let me first introduce to you my old friend - Horace Slug. Professor Horne, an old colleague of mine, the former head of Slytherin, and an excellent Potions professor."
"Hello, Professor Slughorn!" Glenn mentally understood and immediately bowed and saluted, "I have heard of your name for a long time. I have read many articles about your potions in books. It has benefited me a lot.”
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"Hello...Hello..." Slughorn's eyes showed some admiration, and he quickly reacted and said quickly, "You almost got in, Albus, I have retired a long time ago. He's [-] years old, and he's not a "professor"! "
Dumbledore suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at him deeply.
Glenn couldn't help but secretly curse himself for not being able to keep his composure, and he just wanted to raise his hand and slap himself twice.To be honest, this question is not very polite, especially when asked as a junior.
Just when he thought Dumbledore was about to get angry, the other party just shook his head and spoke with a smile.
"No, he's not." He said, "As far as I know, Horace doesn't like men. What I mean by 'attraction' is that he likes to have good relationships with students who have backgrounds or potential. Enrich his network, and you are the best at both. "
Glenn secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Professor, my question was a bit abrupt. I'm really sorry..."
"No." Dumbledore shook his head again, "Emotional matters are too complicated. Everyone has their own moments of distress..."
He paused suddenly, blinked his eyes, and showed a narrow smile: "Just like you, if I guessed correctly, you are probably also worried about how to face the feelings of that girl Morgana now. ?」
Glenn:? ? ?
Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't say much. He took one more look at his obviously flustered expression and continued to set off with a smile. Occasionally, he took out his wand and waved it twice, as if to remove the howling spell and alarm set by Slughorn. curse.
The two soon came to an inconspicuous old house on the edge of the village. The wooden house was crooked and dark inside. It looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time. The snow in front of the door was higher than the knees, and there were two feet of it. It was so thick that it had obviously not been cleaned all winter.
Glenn was not Harry, and he immediately noticed that the magical atmosphere here was obviously much stronger than that in other places in the village.
"It seems that Horace has put a lot of effort into protective magic, right?"
Dumbledore looked around, took out his wand again, and tapped somewhere in the air.
The air trembled slightly, and a twisted, translucent light curtain slowly dissipated quietly like a burst bubble.
The scene changed again, the snow melted away, revealing a fairly well-arranged gravel path, and the wooden house became tidy again and no longer looked dilapidated.
The door of the house was ajar, revealing a ray of light.
Dumbledore made a silencing gesture, and gently opened the door with Glenn and walked into the hall.
At the other end of the corridor is the living room. You can see several suitcases open on the ground, with a lot of clothes, medicine bottles and other sundries piled inside.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, Horace?" Dumbledore slowly walked into the living room and asked in a teasing tone.
"Who?!"
Slughorn, who was lowering his head to pack his things, jumped up from the sofa like a frightened rabbit, took out his wand and pointed it at the place where the sound came from.
This series of movements was so smooth and agile that it was completely inconsistent with his fat body.
"It's you? Dumbledore!" He saw the appearance of the person clearly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Merlin's beard! I was almost scared to death by you!"
Dumbledore shrugged and said, "It's not polite to keep pointing your wand at your guests, is it?"
"You actually told me to be polite?"
Slughorn's eyes widened and he looked at him with a "What are you talking about?" expression, and his mustache curled up in anger.
"You didn't say hello in advance, you dispelled all my protective magic along the way, and you just barged into my house. Albus, do you call this polite?"
"Calm down, Horace." Dumbledore comforted, "You should know why I did this. If I told you in advance that I was coming back, I'm afraid you would have packed your things and left by now, right?"
Indeed, this was the reason why Slughorn was in a hurry to pack his luggage as soon as he learned the news of Voldemort's resurrection.
As an old fox who is good at playing both sides, he is unwilling to take a stand too early and join the forces of either Dumbledore or Voldemort when the situation is unclear.
"When you get older, you have to think more about yourself. Is there any problem?"
"Of course not." Dumbledore said, "Now I have prepared a good place for you, which can provide you with a stable life. It is at least much better than hiding around like this."
"I know what you want to say, Albus." Slughorn shook his head immediately, "I'm old and don't want to..."
Dumbledore interrupted him with a smile: "Don't refuse in a hurry, Horace, you must have noticed the boy next to me. I haven't had time to introduce you to each other."
Slughorn's eyes stayed on Glenn's forehead for a moment, then sighed and said, "I thought you would bring Harry Potter to convince me."
"I did have this plan, but I think you would be more interested in Glenn."
"Glenn? Glenn Ollivander? The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history?" Slughorn was stunned for a moment, then returned his gaze to Glenn's face and looked into his silver eyes.
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "To be honest, in all my years of education, Glenn is the most gifted child I have ever seen, even better than that person. You should understand what I mean. "
"Are you kidding?" Slughorn looked incredulous.
"I didn't mean to be joking at all." Dumbledore said immediately, "During the battle last night, he used transformation to help me block Voldemort's killing curse."
"hiss..."
Slughorn gasped and looked at Glenn like he was a monster.
"We can talk about Glenn's talents in other areas later." Dumbledore smiled again, "Glenn, let me first introduce to you my old friend - Horace Slug. Professor Horne, an old colleague of mine, the former head of Slytherin, and an excellent Potions professor."
"Hello, Professor Slughorn!" Glenn mentally understood and immediately bowed and saluted, "I have heard of your name for a long time. I have read many articles about your potions in books. It has benefited me a lot.”
cute.jpg
"Hello...Hello..." Slughorn's eyes showed some admiration, and he quickly reacted and said quickly, "You almost got in, Albus, I have retired a long time ago. He's [-] years old, and he's not a "professor"! "
