"Die for Voldemort!" was a snarky statement, at least to Slavhorn's ears.

Voldemort, a name that can't be said, let alone ......

In fact, Harry had always been convinced that Slavhorn, like the other wizards, couldn't stand to shout Voldemort's name out loud, and sure enough: Slavhorn shuddered, and Harry ignored his cries of protest.

"I suppose if Dumbledore was the Headmaster, the faculty would be safer than most, wasn't he the only one Voldemort feared?"

Slahhorn stared at the sky for a moment: he seemed to be thinking about what Harry had said.

This had to make Van Lin look at Harry with admiration, and when did Harry become so ...... Glib tongue?

I don't know if it counts, at least, for Slahhorn, Harry's words were still very harsh, and according to his thoughts, he should have been hiding like this.

"Well, yes, the Adversary who can't even name himself has never tried to fight Dumbledore," he muttered reluctantly. "Since I didn't join the Death Eaters, there's no way the Adversary can't even mention my name counts me as a friend...... In this case, it's safer for me to stay closer to Albus...... I can't pretend that Amelia Bones' death didn't shock me...... If even she had so many connections and protections with the Ministry of Magic, it would ......"

"I can't believe it, Mr. Slahhorn, I think you haven't been in contact with anyone in a long time. Fan Lin said a little funny, but after he spoke, he still corrected his attitude.

"Contact?" Slavhorn was a little stunned, "I'm sorry, but I think this might be a ...... for me"

"Dangerous? Oh, of course, with your experience as head of Slytherin...... Or rather, you're still remembered by a lot of people. Van Lin said, smiling at old Slahhorn.

Although Van Lin did not agree with Dumbledore's goal, in fact, a good Potions professor, Van Lin would never object, at least, Hogwarts needs someone to replace Professor Snape, and examples like Quirrell, Barty Jr. and Tarvre are still very bad for Hogwarts now.

Being invaded by the Death Eaters, having a Severus Snape is enough, too many people can be bad.

In fact, Van Lin felt that there was really no need for Professor Snape's mission to continue, but Voldemort could not figure out the details of Hogwarts, and this situation should at least continue to be maintained until a solution was found.

"What do you mean?" said Slahhorn, then turned his face to Van Lin, this time taking a good look at the boy who had been silent as he entered the room.

Sized as big as Harry.

"I think I've seen you......" Slavhorn felt a little familiar inexplicably, "...... you are"

"Hogwarts students, oh, of course, you might be more interested in another identity. ”

"Another identity?" Slavhorn was a little confused, "what is it?"

"A member of the Order of the Phoenix, sir. Van Lin said lightly, which made Harry a little jealous, he was not an official member of the Order of the Phoenix until now, and Van Lin had become the decision-maker, which was occasionally revealed by Hermione and Sirius in their letters, and the difference between this could be described as a world of difference.

Thankfully, the dreams that plagued him were now alleviated, and Dumbledore came to pick him up, wouldn't that be ......

"It can't be. How could Dumbledore pull such a child of your age into the Order of the Phoenix, except for Harry Potter......"

"Actually, sir, I didn't attend the Order of the Phoenix......," Harry said with some embarrassment, "I wanted to, but Dumbledore felt I was too young, and partly for ......"

"That's enough, Harry. "But it seems that Mr. Slavhorn really lacks some ...... about the present situation Oh, I mean, information blockage ......"

"What do you mean, and that you're really a member of the Order of the Phoenix?" Slahhorn asked, looking very serious and taking on the posture of an elder.

"Oh, actually, it doesn't matter, it's more than teaching you now...... Oh, forgive me for calling that title, but though you've been away from Hogwarts for a long time, the fact is that I ......"

"I don't care what it's called, I mean, what do you mean, I don't know what?"

"I'm sure you'll get an idea. Van Lin said nonchalantly, "I believe that no one will despise you for your abilities, Professor, and, as far as I know, you are a professor who is very popular with students, of course, in terms of potions, you are also very outstanding, Dumbledore has always told me that your Potions Professor Dumbledore simply cannot find a second person who can replace you, leaving Hogwarts is definitely a big loss for Hogwarts." ”

"That's what he said?" Slavhorn's eyes lit up, and he shook his hand on the arm of the couch gently, but then the whole person sank into the couch again.

"But I'm sorry, this doesn't change my mind, just as an old man's last insistence, I hope so stable ......"

"Stable?" said Fan Lin a little strangely, "For example, those dragon bloods?" or your super sense of precaution?"

Slahhorn's hand stopped, and the goblet that had been brought to his lips paused.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I think I may have had some problems with understanding, but in fact, as far as I know, most of the Death Eaters, of course, I mean the good part, most of them come from Slytherin House, of course, and I don't mean to disparage them, but you should have taught quite a few of them, as you said, the Black family, or, Malfoy, Cara, Goyle, and so on...... Barty Crouch Jr.?"

Van Lin didn't say Tom Riddle by name, and he was sure that if Tom was mentioned in front of Slavhorn, the conversation would be explosive.

"What do you want to say, boy?" said Slavhorn with some unnatural expression, in fact, there are quite a few of his excellent collections, and after Van Lin said it, there was a sense of aiding and abetting?

As for whether it was a feeling or not, only Slavhorn himself knew.

"I mean, Professor, your excellence and strength are clear to all of you, and that there is no shortage of natural and necessary invitations as their former teachers. ”

"What nonsense do you say again, I don't ......"

"Oh, don't deny it, Professor, it's not an insult, is it?" said Van Lin, "and naturally, inviting you to join is essential. ”

"Oh...... Oh well, I'll admit, I received it, but instead of saying no, I chose to leave......"

"You've refused, Professor Slahhorn. "I'm sure you know better than anyone how Tom's men worked, oh, exactly, the way the Death Eaters behaved, surrendered, or destroyed, Professor, and it seems to me that evasion doesn't solve anything, or is there a good example of this?"

"Who?"

"Secretary Connelly Fudge!" said Van Lin firmly, "and, as far as I know, you had good relationships with many of your students during your time at the school, and you know who I'm talking about. ”

"What are you ......?"

"In stating a fact, professor. Van Lin replied with a smile, "Looks like you're in some danger." ”

Harry looked at Van Lin with some blankness.

What is this?

Probably......

Harry felt a little terrifying, when, Van Lin ...... It seems that it has always been like this, and there are always a lot of ...... Well, means?

"I have to tell you, Professor Slahhorn. Looking at Slavhorn with an ugly face in front of him, Van Lin couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, or did he overestimate Slavhorn's mental capacity, or did he underestimate Voldemort's influence in everyone's hearts?

"What is it?"

"We've already fought each other at the Ministry of Magic, of course, you know who I'm referring to. ”

"I know, I know, and then what?"

"Harry and I hurt Voldemort head-on, and Dumbledore ......" Before Van Lin's words could be finished, Dumbledore entered the room again, and Slavhorn jumped up, as if forgetting that he was in the house.

"Oh, here you are, Albus," he said in a somewhat unnatural voice. "You've been squatting for a long time. Diarrhea?"

"No, I was just reading Muggle magazines," Dumbledore said.

"I really like those weave patterns. Well, we've been hacking on Herrys' house long enough, and I think it's time to leave. ”

Harry jumped to his feet without saying a word, and Van Lin nodded to Dumbledore and was about to take his leave. Slavhorn seemed to have just come to his senses.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes, it does. The moment I saw you, I knew I was doomed. ”

"Doomed ......?"

Slavhorn looked uneasy. He fidgeted his fat thumb and watched them restlessly, Dumbledore fastening his travel cloak, Harry zipping up his jacket, and Verlin slowly arranging the folds of his clothes, waiting for Dumbledore to take them out.

"Well, I'm really sorry you don't want this job, Horith," Dumbledore said, raising his hand in a farewell gesture.

"Hogwarts will be happy to see you back to work. Even though we've greatly increased the level of security, you're always welcome, whenever you want to come. ”

"Yes...... Good...... What a humble...... As I said......"

"Well, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye. Harry followed.

"Good luck, then, Professor. Van Lin seemed to be bowing to his previous offense, but in fact, he got up and left faster than anyone else.

As they reached the front door, there was a roar behind them.

"Alright, alright, I'll do it!" Dumbledore turned to Slavhorn, who was panting as he stood at the doorway of the living room.

"Would you like to go back to the mountain?"

"yes, yes," Slavhorn said impatiently. "I must have been crazy, but, I promised. ”

"Wonderful," Dumbledore said pleasantly. "Well, Horith, we'll wait for the first day of September. ”

"yes, I think you will," Slavhorn muttered. As they walked towards the garden path, Slaen's voice drifted from behind. "I want a raise, Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore chuckled. The door to the garden swayed behind them, and they set out to walk down the hill through the darkness and the swirling mist.

"Well done, Harry," Dumbledore said.

"I didn't do anything," Harry said in surprise. "But Fanlin, he seems to be ......"

"I didn't say anything. Van Lin shook his head, obviously he didn't want to take on this matter, he was very aware of Dumbledore's intentions, not to mention, this was Harry's experience.

"Oh, you did. You told Horace how much he would get if he returned to Hogwarts. Do you like him?" Dumbledore said to Harry, unconcerned.

"Uh......" Harry didn't know if he liked Slahhorn or not. He also had his cuteness, but he just looked a bit negative, and despite Slahhorn's own rebuttals, he was too surprised that someone from a Muggle family could be a good wizard.

"Herres," said Dumbledore, so that Harry would not have to think about what to say, "loved his comfortable life. He also enjoys working with well-known, successful, and powerful people. He enjoyed the feeling of being able to influence these people. He never wanted to be on the throne himself, he preferred to be behind the scenes — there's more room to show his talents, you know. He used to be at Hogwarts always cherry-picking the students he liked, sometimes because of their ambition and brains, sometimes because of their charisma and talent, and he had a mysterious knack for picking out students who would later excel in a variety of fields. Herris has set up a he-centered club for his favorite students, introducing them to each other, making all sorts of useful connections between members, and always getting some benefit in return, whether it's a box of his favorite free pineapple compote or a chance to refer his youngest member to work in the Leprechaun Liaison Office. ”

Harry's mind suddenly conjured up a vivid image of a large, bloated spider with a dense web around it, tugging at the silk from time to time to draw the big, juicy flies closer to him.

"I'm telling you all this," Dumbledore continued, "not to turn you against Hores—perhaps, we must call him Professor Slavhorn now—but to keep you on your toes. He'll undoubtedly want you to join his society, Harry. You'll be the jewel of his collection: the boy who never died...... Or, as they call it these days, the real man. ”

Hearing these words, a coolness unrelated to the surrounding fog spread over Harry. It reminded him of the words he had heard a few weeks ago, those words that had a special meaning and were terrifying to him: two people cannot all live, only one survives...... As he walked to the church they had passed earlier, Dumbledore stopped.

"That's it, Harry, grab my arm. Harry pulled himself together and was ready to apparition, but still uncomfortable. When the oppression wore off, he found himself breathing again, standing on a country road next to Dumbledore, looking ahead at a curved silhouette that was his second favorite building: the Burrow. Even though the feeling of fear had just swept through his body, his emotions immediately rose to the top of his body at the sight of this sight.

Ron was there...... And Mrs. Weasley, who cooked better food than anyone else Harry knew......

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