"I like to take the subway so I don't have to think about it...... Ouch. Dumbledore suddenly let out a cry of pain, and Harry quickly lowered his head, noticing that Dumbledore's right hand was injured on his arm.

"It doesn't look very likeable, does it?" Dumbledore moved the tips of the four fingers that seemed to be scorched or corroded by the darkness except for his thumb, and Dumbledore muttered, "To be honest, it's quite a thrilling story. I thought Tom would be a little more powerful at that age than I thought. ”

"Voldemort?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's face, but the other man didn't seem to explain at all, so to avoid embarrassment, Harry continued, "By the way, Dumbledore, Mr. Arthur Weasley also invited Alan to the Burrow this year, and Alan agreed. It's a rare thing to know that he hasn't been there for several summer vacations. ”

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Harry, and he smiled, "Arthur didn't tell me about it, why did he invite Professor Harris to be a guest?"

"Because when Mr. Arthur Weasley was hospitalized to protect the prophecy orb, it was Alan who brought Ron, George, Fred, and Ginny to see him. In addition, the joke shop that the twins opened in Diagon Alley was also invested by Allen, so Mr. Weasley wanted to invite Allen to his home after he recovered. Harry groaned, hesitant to ask his doubts, but finally bravely asked, "Dumbledore, why didn't you let Fawkes teleport us there in the first place? And Delis Devonte, the former Headmaster of Hogwarts, also has her portrait in St. Mungo's Hospital, and Mr. Arthur was first discovered by Headmaster Evra, who has portraits in both the Ministry of Magic and the Headmaster's office, so why can't they tell us?"

"I'm sorry, Harry. It was my fault that I was thinking about other things and ignoring them, as I told you before, the things I did and didn't do were the ones that I had with the flaws of older people. Young people don't know what older people think, and they don't know how they feel, but if older people forget what it was like when they were younger, they are very wrong...... I'll try to think about that in the future. Dumbledore looked at Harry from above the lenses of his half-moon glasses, hiding his worries about Alan's actions, and said, "But now is not the time to tell a story, put your arm around me. Do as I say. ”

Harry grabbed Dumbledore's forearm.

"Good. Dumbledore said, "Alright, let's go." ”

The sudden squeezing sensation made Harry cry out, and he felt a darkness whirl. When he stopped again, he and Dumbledore had come to what looked like an abandoned village, with an old war memorial and a few benches in the middle.

"Welcome to the beautiful village of Badle Barberton. Dumbledore's kind voice rang out, and Harry hurried to keep up with Dumbledore, who was already moving forward.

"Harry, I'm guessing you're wondering why I brought you here, right?" Dumbledore asked.

"To be honest, after all these years, I almost don't want to anymore. Harry shook his head and shrugged.

They walked through the empty tavern and several houses, and approached a neat little stone house in the garden. Dumbledore looked over the well-tended path, his heart sank, and the front door was skewed open.

"Harry, pull out your wand. Dumbledore whispered, "The fluorescent flicker." The tip of Dumbledore's wand lit up, illuminating a narrow doorway. He and Harry walked into the living room with their shiny wands held aloft and were in shambles: an old clock shattered at their feet, its face cracked, and the pendulum lay a little farther away like an abandoned sword. A piano topples over on the floor, keys scattered everywhere. Nearby, a fragment of a broken chandelier was glittering. The mats were thrown everywhere in a mess, already deflated, and feathers were burrowing out of the cracks. Broken glass and porcelain shards were sprinkled like powder.

"Horace?" Dumbledore called softly.

Harry saw the same Daily Prophet as he had seen before scattered across the floor, one of which had a picture of him and Allen, with a large bold caption reading "Who is the real savior". A drop of red blood fell, and Harry looked up to see a large patch of blood on the ceiling. Harry's eyes widened in horror, he couldn't imagine how badly a man had to be injured to splash blood on a wall so high.

Another drop of blood fell on Harry's forehead, and Harry raised his hand to wipe it, but Dumbledore took a step ahead of him, dipped his middle finger in the blood on Harry's forehead, and gently put it in his mouth, then his eyes looked at a bulging single couch standing on the ground.

He looked relaxed, even a little naughty, and slowly approached the chair with Harry, saying that it was too late, and Dumbledore suddenly struck, and plunged the tip of his wand into the back of the bulging single sofa, and the head of a balding fat old man suddenly emerged from the top of the chair, and exclaimed, "Merlin's beard!"

In the blink of an eye, the single couch turned into a chubby old man standing there with a big belly, complaining, "You don't have to poke me, Albus." ”

"I have to say, you've become very successful with this couch, Horace. Dumbledore couldn't help but want to laugh.

The light of the wand in his hand shone on the man's bright bald head, bulging eyes, and thick double chin, and on his vertical striped velvet pale blue pajamas. The top of his head was only Dumbledore's chin.

"That's all done on the surface, it's natural on the inside, where am I exposed?" he asked in a gruff voice.

Dumbledore's raised wand pointed back, "Dragon's blood." ”

"Oooh......" Horas-Slughorn snapped to his senses.

"By the way, I'll introduce you, Harry, to meet this old friend and colleague of mine, Professor Horace Slughorn. ”

"I know who he is. The old man's round eyes looked at Harry's forehead and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, "Harry Potter. ”

He walked to the door, leaned down, and carefully locked it.

"What's the matter with your room being so staged, Horace?" Dumbledore asked, "You're not waiting for other guests, are you?"

Slughorn locked the door and turned around, "Guest, I don't know what you mean. Well, it's been over a year since the Death Eaters tried to recruit me, and you know what that day was? I can't say no too many times, so I can't stay anywhere for a week. Slughorn whispered, frowning.

Dumbledore asked with some curiosity, "Why don't you go to the Ministry of Magic for help, you know, they have done a good job of protecting the wizarding world recently, much better than during the first wizarding war." ”

"I've turned down the Harris family's Umbrella Company many times before......" Slughorn looked a little regretful, "how could I have known they could really get rid of Tom...... And you know, if he's serious about catching me, I can't put my hopes in that alarm...... I'm not in the same situation as a normal wizard......"

"This Muggle owner went on holiday to the Canary Islands. Slughorn then leaned in and whispered in Dumbledore's voice, "Albus, the Minister of Magic's recent speech, and Alan Harris's feud with Babajid Agumba, the president of the International Federation of Wizards...... You must know the background of their family, aren't you worried?"

"I think Harris was just trying to make a name for himself, and he did it, and as long as they keep it up, I'd be happy to get my people to support them. But Horace, thank you for the reminder, I'll focus on it later, and the current confrontation between the British Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards is not always good...... But now......" Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder, then turned to look at the chaos and suggested, "I think we'd better clean up here, don't mind." ”

Letting go of Harry, Dumbledore's fifteen-inch-long, elder-wood wand drew a flat semicircle forward. The shattered silver frames that had scattered to the ground flew to the other end of the room and landed on a desk, shining as bright as new again. The chandelier was restored to the top of the ceiling. One by one, the furniture jumped back to its original position, and the decorations were restored to their prototypes in mid-air. Everything became organized, the room was broken and torn, the open places were restored, the stains on the walls were automatically wiped clean, and the room became warm and comfortable.

The bright and tidy room was restored to relax, and all three of them relaxed.

"It's funny, do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Slughorn, but Slughorn's eyes were fixed on Harry, "Of course not." ”

Dumbledore stepped away and walked towards the bathroom.

"Don't think I don't know why you're here, Albus, the answer is still no, sure and definitely no. Slughorn said fiercely, the wrinkles on his forehead all raised, and his tone was very firm. He finished shouting at Dumbledore's back, and smiled again when he saw Harry staring at him, "You look a lot like your father." ”

Slughorn nodded in affirmation, "Except for these eyes, they look a lot like ......" Slughorn's tone was slightly sad.

"My mother's eyes, I know. Harry continued. Harry had heard this countless times, and he felt a little bored.

"Lily, clever Lily, your mother is very intelligent. Slughorn seemed to sink into memory, "It would be even more remarkable if you considered that she was still a Muggle." ”

"Not counting Allen, the best witch in our grade is Muggle-born. Harry said.

"Please don't think I'm biased, no, absolutely not. As if fearing Harry's misunderstanding, Slughorn hurriedly approached Harry, "Your mother is definitely one of my favorite students, look, she's there." He pointed to the many shiny picture frames on the cabinet, each with a moving wizard.

"Front row. Slughorn added.

"All my former students. You know Barnabas Guffey, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet. Slughorn and Harry walked over to the cabinet, and Slughorn introduced the pictures to the wizard in tone, like an enthusiastic collector introducing his beloved collection to his guests, "If you have any thoughts on the day's news, I can send an owl to bring him a letter." Gwenog Jones, captain of Holyhead Harpy, an all-female Quidditch team in the British and Irish Quidditch League, can get free tickets whenever I want. Naturally, it's been a long time since I've watched a game. The smile on Slughorn's face suddenly disappeared, like the blood stains on the wall just now.

"Oh yes, Regulus Black, you're sure to be familiar with his brother Sirius. Seeing Harry pick up the picture in his hand, Slughorn introduced, "Blake's entire family is from my house, except Sirius. Regulus was a very gifted boy, and I thought of him as soon as he came, and of course it would be perfect if the brothers were together. ”

"Horace," Dumbledore re-entered the room, holding up a Muggle magazine in his hand, "don't mind if I take this?"

Harry, who didn't know how to respond, hurriedly walked to Dumbledore's side, and Dumbledore held the magazine to Slughorn, who looked a little surprised, and said, "I like these knitted styles very much. ”

"Of course, you can take it, but you won't leave now, will you?" asked Slughorn, looking uneasy, surprised.

"It's a shame that it's settled, I still know it. If I could persuade you to come back to Hogwarts with me, I would be honoured, for you are as hard to come by as Potter. Well, goodbye. With that, Dumbledore walked away without a hitch. Slughorn stood in the room, looking a little disoriented, and as Dumbledore and the others reached the end of the garden path, they heard a shout from behind them, "Okay, I promise." ”

Harry turned to see Slughorn panting in the doorway of the living room. "I want Professor Mellors' office, my old one is like a toilet. I'm going to have to get a raise, and that's a lot of crazy stuff these days. Slughorn kept raising his hand in a sign of his strong request.

"Not a lot, indeed. Dumbledore whispered, and walked out with Harry.

"Professor, what just happened?" asked Harry, walking down the deserted street.

"You have talent, fame, power, everything that Horace values. Professor Slughorn will want to take you in. Harry, you will be the brightest of all his disciples - don't be so unconfident Harry, Alan is not the same as others, you also have your own shining points, and according to Alan's character, he should not become a disciple of Horace, because of you he returned to Hogwarts, and it is important for us that he comes back. After Dumbledore explained to Harry, he then looked a little hesitant, "So Harry, will you be going to Allen's class next year?"

"I'm not 100% sure yet, but I think I might, Dumbledore, Alan said that magic itself is not good or bad, and if there is a need to use those not-so-good spells to protect and save people, they are good magic, and if the ordinary spells we usually use are used to do evil, then isn't it bad magic?" Skeeter's reports that Dumbledore himself was proficient in the dark arts in his early years, and Harry, who avoided these sensitive topics, looked at the headmaster who did not speak, and asked with some trepidation, "Dumbledore...... Did I let you down?"

"No, Harry, I'm not going to be angry with you for your choices, in fact I'm glad you're able to think for yourself now. Dumbledore relieved Harry with a pleasant face, and then added, "The conflict between me and Eren stems from this difference in philosophy, son, I just think that if a few of us do it well, then most of the others don't have to learn these dangerous spells on their own- Even me, in my early years, committed irreparable sins by indulging in them, so I hope that just like the Ministry of Magic does now, they do a great job of protecting wizards, ordinary wizards can be safe without risking their own risks to protect themselves, Harry, I don't want anyone to repeat the mistakes I made in this matter, I just want to protect others, as long as a small number of us bear this, most of us don't have to bear it. ”

Harry was obviously relieved by Dumbledore's words, and he solemnly promised Dumbledore, "Alan also wants me to be able to think for myself, Dumbledore, I will think more about this matter before making a final decision." ”

"That's for the best, Harry, and I'll take you straight back to the Burrow now. Dumbledore raised his arm as he spoke.

"But what about my luggage, and what about Headway?" asked Harry.

"I'm waiting for you. ”

Harry's hand rested on Dumbledore's arm. When he took control of his body again, he found that Dumbledore had disappeared, and the muddy water splashed under his feet wet his trouser legs, he looked down at his mud-splashed trouser legs and couldn't help but mutter, "Didn't you say that you should consider the feelings of young people..."

Harry lifted his feet and walked out of the pool, deep and shallow.

The lights of the Burrow in the distance seemed so bright and warm in the darkness. Harry looked at the Burrow, and in one of the windows there was a reflection of the girl he was missing, sitting on the Burrow's protruding bay window, and Harry couldn't help but smile on his face, and the look of his sweetheart made him forget the mud on his legs.