"It's ......"

Fan Lin was a little speechless, although he said that he could easily peel off the impurities in the dragon's blood with magic, but in his heart, Fan Lin still didn't like it very much, at least he was unwilling to use these for experiments.

Maybe it's a good idea to give it to Rutherford.

Clearly, Van Lin couldn't forget being attacked by Rutherford in his environment.

Remembered by an old vampire?

There's Tdefrey first, and then there's a Rutherford, can't you have a nice one, like a young lady or something?

Van Lin didn't say much, just watched where Slavhorn was busy, and Harry just looked at them at a loss.

He put the bottle back in the pantry and sighed. Then his gaze naturally fell on Harry.

"Oh," his big round eyes stared at Harry's forehead with that lightning-shaped scar. "Oh!"

"This," Dumbledore stepped forward to introduce, "it's Harry Potter." Harry, this is my old friend and colleague, Horace Slahorn. ”

Slahhorn turned to Dumbledore with a shrewd expression. "You think that's going to convince me, don't you? Then my answer is no, Albus. ”

As for Van Lin, Slavhorn ignored it, perhaps it was Dumbledore's behavior that angered him, and he squeezed past Harry, the expression on his face becoming resolute, as if resisting some temptation.

"I said, that's not going to work. Van Lin muttered, since he already knew the existence of the Horcrux and how to make it, the memory of Tom was naturally not so important, but Dumbledore still insisted on wooing Slahhorn, which made Van Lin a little incomprehensible.

Well, Hogwarts does lack a Potions professor.

"What's not going to work?"

"I'll talk to you when I go back. "I'd rather we be able to do something else, like going abroad, or attending an alchemy exchange or something, and Bill sent me the latest ruins discovery record." ”

Harry's eyes lit up, "You mean, us?"

"I don't know, it's up to Dumbledore. Van Lin shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe there's a chance, I don't think it's useful to stay here honestly, in fact, I'm planning something......"

Compared to Van Lin's careful thinking, it was obvious that Dumbledore didn't have the time to deal with the two of them now, or rather, didn't care?

"I suppose at least we can have a drink?" Dumbledore asked. "For the sake of old friends. Slavhorn hesitated. "Alright then, just have a drink," he said rudely, clearly not very happy about Dumbledore's request.

Dumbledore smiled at Harry and led him and Van Lin to the freshly lit fireplace and oil lamp, where they sat down on a chair that looked no different from the one Slavhorn had just pretended.

Harry sat down, clearly sensing that Dumbledore wanted to make him as visible as possible for some reason.

So when Slavhorn turned his face back to the room after finishing the jars, his eyes immediately fell on Harry.

"Hmph," he quickly looked away, as if he was afraid that he would hurt his eyes.

"And—" He handed Dumbledore a glass that was already seated, then pushed the plate to Harry and Van Lin, and sat himself down on the cushion of the newly restored sofa, sullenly without saying a word.

His legs were so short that he couldn't even reach the floor.

"So, how have you been, Herres?" asked Dumbledore.

"Not very well," Slavhorn replied at once. "Chest pain. Often wheezing. There is also rheumatism. Not as flexible as I used to be. Alas, this is also to be expected. It's old. I'm tired. ”

"But judging from the welcome you prepared for us just now, you were quite agile," Dumbledore said. "You only have less than three minutes, don't you?"

Slavhorn said half-grumpy, half-proud, "It's only two minutes." I was taking a shower and didn't notice the Invasion Charm alarm. And," he added firmly, as if he were going to pull himself back, "the situation now is that I am already an old man, Albus, a tired old man has the right to live a life of peace and security. ”

He did have that, Harry thought as he looked around the room. It's boring and chaotic, but it's definitely cozy, with soft chairs and ottomans, wine and books, large boxes of chocolates and bulging cushions.

If Harry didn't know who lived here, he would have guessed that there was a rich, fussy old lady living here.

"You're not as old as I am, Hores," Dumbledore said.

"Well, maybe it's time for you to think about retirement. Slahhorn said bluntly. His dull chestnut eyes spotted Dumbledore's injured hand.

"I've noticed that you're not reacting as much as you used to. ”

"You're right," Dumbledore said calmly, and his old friends naturally had a channel to get the news during the war at the Ministry of Magic.

"I have no denying that I'm slower than I used to be. But on the other hand......" He shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, as if to say that time could make up for it, and Harry noticed that his uninjured hand was wearing a ring that he had never seen before: it looked large, as if it had been crudely made of something like gold, with a deep black stone inlaid in the middle. Slahhorn's eyes wandered over the ring for a moment, and Harry frowned slightly at the moment he noticed it.

"Well, these precautions against intruders, Hores...... Is it against the Death Eaters, or against me?" Dumbledore asked.

"What do the Death Eaters want a poor, old and frail inflatable mattress for?" asked Slavhorn.

"I think they may be trying to use your talent for coercion, torture and murder," Dumbledore said. "Are you really going to tell me they haven't come to recruit you yet?"

Slahhorn stared at Dumbledore viciously for a moment, then muttered, "I didn't give them a chance. I've been adrift for a year. Never spent a full week in the same place. Moving from one Muggle house to another - the owner of this place was on vacation in the Canary Islands. It was very comfortable and sad at the thought of leaving. As long as you know what to do, it's as simple as you cast a freeze spell on the automatic alarm bells they use to keep night thieves out of the speculums, and make sure the neighbors don't find out you're hiding in the piano you've brought in. ”

"Very original," Dumbledore said. But the quest for a quiet life sounds like a hard job, especially for a poor, old and frail inflatable mattress. And if you go back to Hogwarts—"

"If you're going to tell me that my life is more peaceful in that plague-stricken school, you can save your effort, Albus! I've been in hiding all along, but some interesting rumors have been coming to my ears since Dolores Umbridge left!

"Professor Umbridge has clashed with our centaur tribe," Dumbledore said. "I don't think you, Herris, are going to stride into the forest and yell, 'dirty bastards,' at a horde of angry centaurs. ”

"That's what she did, didn't she?" said Slahhorn. "Stupid woman. Never liked her. ”

Harry chuckled, and both Dumbledore and Slavhorn turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry," Harry said immediately. "It's just—I don't like her either. ”

Dumbledore stood up suddenly.

"Are you leaving?" said Slavhorn immediately, looking expectant. "No, I was just wondering if I could use your bathroom," Dumbledore said.

"Oh," Slavhorn was visibly disappointed. "The second one to the left of the hall is. Dumbledore walked out of the room. When the door closed behind him, there was silence in the room. After a few moments, Slavhorn stood up, but didn't even seem to know what to do.

He sneaked a sneak glance at Harry, then walked over to the fire and leaned his back over to warm up.

This made Van Lin feel a little funny, he hadn't interjected before, in fact, Van Lin didn't find it interesting to be near Slavhorn.

For Dumbledore's old friend, it was obvious that Harry had attracted his attention a little more, otherwise Slahhorn wouldn't have been so long without asking him a word.

Oh, and of course, don't forget that bad club of his?

Slug or what?

Following Slahhorn's gaze, Harry felt a little uneasy, in fact, he didn't know he was here......

"Don't think I don't know why he brought you," he said abruptly. Harry just looked at Slahhorn. Slahhorn's watery eyes swept over Harry's scars, and this time, he saw the rest of Harry's face.

"You really look like your father. ”

"yes, someone told me," Harry said.

"Aside from your eyes, you have a pair-"

"My mother's eyes, yes. Harry had heard that enough times to annoy him.

"Hmph. yes, good. Of course, as a teacher, there shouldn't be a preference for students, but she is still one of my favorite students. Your mother," Slahhorn added, answering Harry's inquiring look. "That's Lily Evans. One of the smartest students I've ever taught, very lively, you know. A lovely girl. I kept telling her that she should come to my academy. But every time she was knocked back. ”

"Which is your academy?"

"I was the dean of Slytherin House at the time," Slahhorn said.

"Oh, now," he said quickly, and at the look on Harry's face, he shook his stubby fingers at him, "don't resist me for that! I guess you're in Gryffindor like her." Yes, it generally runs in families. Although it wasn't always the case. Ever heard of Sirius Black? Surely you know -- he's been in the newspapers for the past two years -- he's still your ......."

"Godfather!" Van Lin kindly reminded.

"Well, yes, anyway, he was your father's good brother when he was in school. The entire Black family came from my house, and Sirius was the only one who graduated from Gryffindor! I had taught his brother Regulus, but I would rather have a complete set. ”

He sounds like an enthusiastic collector who is participating in an auction. Apparently immersed in the memories, he stared at the opposite wall while aimlessly turning his back so that it could be baked everywhere.

"Of course, your mother was from a Muggle family. I couldn't believe it when I found out, I thought a wizard as good as her must be pureblood. ”

"I have two of my best friends who are also Muggle families," Harry said, "she was the best one in our grade, and the other was ......"

Van Lin tugged at Harry's clothes and told Harry not to continue, Muggle-born, wasn't that him and Hermione?

Well, although Slavhorn's knowledge is also excellent, and Dumbledore's original intention was to use Van Lin to lure ......

But, it seems, Harry himself is enough, isn't it?

"Interestingly, it happens every now and then, right?" Slavhorn said.

"I don't think so. Harry said coldly.

This made Slavhorn look down at him in surprise.

"Don't think I'm biased!" he said. "No, no, no! Didn't I just say that your mother was one of my favorite students in my life, and Dirk Cresswell, who was a grade below her - now the head of the Elven Liaison Office, and of course - he was also from a Muggle family, a very gifted student, and was still providing me with excellent inside information on what was going on in Gringotts!" He adjusted himself up and down slightly, smiled contentedly, and then pointed to the many shiny photo frames in the cupboard, each with a slightly moving head.

"All my former students, they signed me. You'll see Barnabas Kufi, the editor of the Daily Prophet, who always likes to hear what I have to say about the daily news. and Ambrosius Froome, who worked at Duke Honey - he brought a basket of sweets to me every birthday because I introduced him to Citheron Harkis, who offered him his first job! Behind them - you can see it with your neck stretched out - that was Gvenor #83; Jones, of course, is the captain of the Holyhead Harpys...... People are always surprised to hear that I have such a good relationship with the Harpy team, and I can get free tickets whenever I want!"

It seemed to excite him.

"All these people know where to find you and give you things?" Harry asked, believing why the Death Eaters hadn't hunted down Slavhorn so far, given that even baskets full of candy, Quidditch tickets, and visitors who wanted his opinion could find him.

The smile on his face quickly faded like blood on the wall.

"Of course not," he said, looking down at Harry. "I haven't been in touch with anyone for a year. ”

Harry felt that this was a blow to Slavhorn, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders.

"However, cautious wizards will keep their heads down at this time, Dumbledore said lightly, but now to serve at Hogwarts is equivalent to me publicly declaring allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix!

"Actually, you don't need to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix to teach at Hogwarts," Harry could hardly hide the ridicule in his voice, and it was hard for him to sympathize with Slahhorn's comfortable life now when he remembered that Sirius had lived in a cave eating rats, "Most of the teachers weren't from the Order of the Phoenix, and no one had been killed—except for Professor Quirrell, but he deserved it, because he was working for Voldemort. ”