Dumbledore lit his wand, revealing a narrow portico with an open door to the left.

Harry followed Dumbledore closely into the living room.

It was a mess, the old man's clock was shattered, the clock face was cracked, and the pendulum flew out.

The piano toppled to the ground, and the black and white keys were scattered all over the floor.

Fragments of a fallen chandelier gleaming.

The mat was thrown in a mess and feathers leaked out of the mat.

Dumbledore raised his wand a little higher, illuminating the wall.

There was a lot of slimy, dark red liquid splattered on it.

Harry gasped.

Dumbledore looked around, "It's not pretty, is it?" ”

He said heavily, "There's a terrible incident here. ”

They cautiously walked to the middle of the room, carefully observing the broken debris at their feet.

Bad feelings lingered in the hearts of the two.

The only good news is that they didn't find any place where there were bodies.

"There's a fight here, and then they drag the guy away, or maybe he ran away, didn't he, Professor?" Harry tried to guess as best he could.

It's just that so much blood is splattering, and it's not a credential worth thinking about in a good place.

From the ceiling, a thick drop of dark red blood fell on Harry's forehead, and Dumbledore dipped his finger in the blood on Harry's forehead as if he had discovered something.

He tasted it with his tongue, his expression changed, and he understood something.

Dumbledore's initial surprise and concern calmed down as he said, "I don't think so. ”

As he spoke, Dumbledore silently clenched his old wand in his hand.

Harry wondered, "You mean he'......"

"Still here, yes, that's right."

It was too late, and the tip of Dumbledore's wand dug into the cushion of the bulging armchair.

To Harry's surprise, the chair let out a scream, "Oops! ”

With a smile in his eyes, Dumbledore greeted politely, "Good evening, Horace." ”

What was supposed to be an armchair turned into a bald fat old man standing up in the blink of an eye.

The fat old man rubbed his stomach and complained to Dumbledore, "You don't have to pierce your wand so hard. ”

The fat old man wears a patterned garment, like an armchair.

It turned out that the bulging body of the armchair quickly became shorter and thinner as if deflated.

The fat old man asked puzzledly, "Why is it exposed?" ”

"My dear Horace," Dumbledore thought amused, "if anything happens to you, there won't be walls full of dragon blood. ”

"yes, yes, I should have thought of it," Slughorn said depressedly, "Who discovered the twelve uses of fire dragon blood, ho......"

As he spoke, Slughorn's voice suddenly stopped, and he saw Harry beside Dumbledore, like a pirate who had discovered treasure.

Dumbledore took it all in, pretended not to notice, and said, "I'll introduce you, this is my old colleague, Horace Slughorn." ”33

"Horace, I think, you know who he is."

"Harry Potter." Slughorn was still staring at Harry as he spoke.

Harry was looked at uncomfortably, he was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know what to make.

"If you don't mind, do you want me to clean it up for you?" Dumbledore said politely.

Slughorn reacted, "Please. ”

Harry saw Dumbledore waving his wand, furniture jumping back to its original position one by one, and decorations returning to their original shapes in mid-air.

Broken books are automatically repaired and neatly arranged on the shelves.

The oil lamp also flew back to the small table and lit it.

Under Dumbledore's magic, everything was restored to the point where it was once messy.

Along with the blood stains on the walls, they are automatically wiped clean.

Harry heard the crunching sound and looked down to see a glass pendant of the chandelier at his feet.

He hurriedly removed his foot, and the glass pendant returned to the chandelier, and everything was intact.

"Dragon's blood has rarely been seen on the market lately," Dumbledore said with a wave of his wand, restoring a fallen bottle to its original state, "where did you get that?" ”

"yes, that's my last bottle, and it's incredibly expensive at the moment," Slughorn replied, with a heart on Harry, "and there are suddenly fewer wild dragons, and there have been a few dragon escapes on the Romanian side. ”

"This has increased the scarcity of fire dragon blood a lot."

Hearing him say this, Harry recalled that he seemed to have read it in the newspaper.

Ron's second brother Charlie also said that there were fire dragons fleeing in Romania, and they didn't understand that these fire dragons were very safe on weekdays.

Charlie Weasley speculated that it might have been mating time.

But it obviously doesn't make sense.

Dumbledore saw that Slughorn was still staring at Harry, and suddenly asked, "Are you hiding from someone, Horace?" ”

"Please, Albus, do you really want me to say it?" Slughorn's expression became embarrassed.

Who else can he hide, naturally it is his old friend Dumbledore who was robbed of his position.

Dumbledore said as if he couldn't see it, "We can at least have a drink, for the sake of the past time?" ”

This proposal made Slughorn hesitate for a moment, but nodded and said, "Okay, just have a drink." ”

Harry didn't understand what their conversation meant.

Despite his doubts, Harry was led to his seat by Dumbledore.

It's just that this position gives Harry a feeling that he seems to be placed in the most conspicuous place.

Sure enough, Slughorn turned his head again with the bottle and the cup, and saw Harry.

Slughorn hurriedly looked away and handed the cup to Dumbledore stiffly.

He sat in the freshly restored armchair.

"How's it going, Horace, how are your bones lately?" Dumbledore opened his mouth to say hello.

"It's okay," replied Slughorn reluctantly, "I've been worried for the last year, but it's been better lately. ”

Slughorn wasn't very bold, but he was an influential man.

Knowing that the Death Eaters had reappeared, his heart was not to mention tense.

Not to mention the Hogwarts things, Dumbledore resigned as headmaster.

Fortunately, there was good news from the Ministry of Magic later.

The Death Eaters were wiped out, which led Slughorn to agree to the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"I swear I didn't think I'd take your place, Albus," Slughorn said, "and you know I don't like that. ”

"Yes, of course I know," Dumbledore said calmly, "but I'm glad that you're the one who will succeed the Headmaster. ”

"Really?" Slughorn wondered.

"Of course it's true, and you should know about me, Horace?" Dumbledore, smiling, said, "Maybe you're struggling with something right now. ”

"If you're talking about the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, I'll admit, it is." "It's a position where almost no one wants to go. ”

"The Death Eaters have been captured, but their leaders are still there."

Slughorn had some gains and losses, which Harry didn't like for the old man's lack of responsibility.

"By the way, I haven't told you yet," Dumbledore said as if he had just remembered, "Harry has a good understanding of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and you should know his achievements. ”

Harry was suddenly named, dumbfounded.

Dumbledore winked playfully at him, then suddenly stood up and asked Slughorn, "Can I use your bathroom?" ”

"Oh, of course, down the foyer, the second door on the left."

Harry noticed Dumbledore winking at him again before leaving.

It's just that the cross-server chat makes it hard for Harry to understand what he means.

Harry and Slughorn were left behind.

The atmosphere was a little dreary.

Slughorn looked at Harry and said, "You look a lot like your father. ”

Again, it's a cliché, as almost every elder Harry meets.

"It's just that your eyes don't look like it, your eyes ......"

Before Slughorn could finish speaking, Harry picked up and said, "Like my mother, yes." ”

"Lily, lovely Lily," Slughorn said, looking into those eyes, "she's a very smart person, all the more so considering she was born into a Muggle family. ”

"I have a good friend who is also a Muggle, and she has one of the best grades in her grade." Harry replied with some dislike.

"No, no, no, please don't think I'm biased," Slughorn said quickly, "Your mother has always been one of my favorite students, and I often tell her that she should be in my academy. ”

Instead of being annoyed, Slughorn smiled a little when he mentioned this, "I often get very unkind answers from her. ”

"What house are you in?" Harry asked.

"I was the head of Slytherin." Slughorn said.

Hearing the house made Harry's expression a little unpleasant.

"Oh, come on," Slughorn knew what Harry was thinking, "don't be hostile to me because of this, I suppose you must be like her, Gryffindor, right?" ”

With a smug smile on his face, he pointed to the many shiny picture frames on the cabinet, each with a moving little figure.

"Look, your mom is there, the one up in front."

Harry leaned over, and Slughorn stood right next to him.

He saw a picture of his mother, standing next to the younger Slughorn, surrounded by a group of students.

As if to introduce him to the collection, Slughorn said proudly: "You should know Barnabas Gufe, who is the editor of the Daily Prophet, and I always let the owl give him my opinion of the current situation." ”

"But in recent years, he has been overtaken by another editor, and to be honest, I didn't expect Rita to sit in the editor-in-chief position, she used to like to spread gossip at school." Slughorn said.

Harry listened as he spoke, his eyes moving away from his mother's picture.

Captain of the Holyhead Harpy team, Gwenog Jones.

and the owner of Duke Honey's candy shop, and Sirius' younger brother, Regulus Black.

Slughorn also regretted that he taught everyone in the Black family, except Sirius.

On the cabinet where the photographs were kept, there was a basket dedicated to the letters, and Harry asked curiously, "What is that?" ”

Slughorn kept talking about his students, and when he heard the questioning, he subconsciously said, "That's a letter from John Wick, he can often ask tricky questions, I need to think about it before I can answer him, what a brilliant man." ”

"He's the same at school," Harry said with a complicated complication, "he's always been number one, and he's never been beaten. ”

Speaking of this, Slughorn reacted in hindsight and said in surprise: "Oh my God, I just remembered that you were in the same grade as him." ”

Although he didn't teach John Wick, even the letters with the other party, Slughorn felt that it was an honor, and he put it on the cabinet of honor.

Harry smiled reluctantly, his eyes fixed on the letters that had only been exchanged.

I don't know what John and Slughorn were talking about, and it would take a long time for someone Dumbledore to call him very smart to answer.

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Some people died, but not completely......