Vol 2 Chapter 713: Consider the feelings of young people (sincere thanks to the leader Jiang Nannan...

"I like to take the subway so I don't think about it... Ouch." Dumbledore suddenly cried out, and Harry quickly lowered his head, noticing that Dumbledore had injured his right hand on his arm.
"It doesn't look very likable, right?" Dumbledore moved the fingertips of the four fingers except his thumb, which seemed to be burnt or corroded by darkness. Dumbledore murmured, "To be honest, this It's a thrilling story. I thought Tom would be more capable than I thought at that age."
"Voldemort?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's expression, but the other party seemed to have no meaning at all. To avoid embarrassment, Harry continued, "Right, Dumbledore, Mr. Arthur Weasley this year. He also invited Alan to be a guest at The Burrow, and Alan agreed. It's really rare to know that he hasn't been there for several years during the summer vacation."
Dumbledore turned his head to look at Harry. He smiled: "Arthur didn't tell me this. Why did he invite Professor Harris to be a guest?"
"Because when Mr. Arthur Weasley was hospitalized in an attack to protect the prophecy, it was Allen who brought Ron, George, Fred, and Ginny to see him. Plus the twins, they were in Diagon Alley. The joke shop opened was also invested by Allen, so Mr. Weasley wanted to invite Allen to his home after he recovered." Harry pondered, he was a little hesitant to ask his doubts, but in the end he was brave. He asked, "Dumbledore, why didn’t you let Fox take us teleport over? In that case, as long as Mrs. Weasley’s letter comes, we won’t be notified, so it wouldn’t be regarded as meeting Mr. Weasley. We knew it in a few seconds after the attack. In addition, the former Hogwarts principal Dairis Derwent in the principal’s office also had a portrait of her at St. Mungo’s Hospital. Mr. Arthur also had a portrait in the Ministry of Magic and the principal’s office. Principal Fula discovered it the first time, why can't we say that they notified us?"
"I'm sorry, Harry. It was my fault. At the time I was thinking about handling other things and ignoring these ways. As I told you before, the things I did and did not do were all. With the shortcomings of older people. Young people don’t know what older people think or how they feel, but if older people forget what it was like when they were young, it’s a big deal. Wrong wrong...I will try to think about this as much as possible in the future." Dumbledore looked at Harry from above his half-moon glasses, concealing his worry about Alan’s behavior, and said, "But not now When telling the story, put my arm around. Do as I say."
Harry grabbed Dumbledore's forearm.
"Very good," Dumbledore said. "Okay, let's go."
The sudden squeeze made Harry couldn't help but scream, and he felt the darkness spin. When he stopped again, he and Dumbledore had arrived at a courtyard that looked like an abandoned village, with an ancient war memorial and several benches in the middle.
"Welcome to the beautiful Budley Barberton Village." Dumbledore's kind voice sounded, and Harry quickly followed the steps of Dumbledore who had already moved forward.
"Harry, I guess you are wondering now, why should I bring you here, right?" Dumbledore asked.
"To be honest, after so many years, I almost don't want to." Harry shook his head and shrugged.
They passed through the empty tavern and several houses, and approached a neat little stone house in the garden. Dumbledore looked towards the well-maintained path, his heart sank suddenly, the hinges of the front door opened, and the door was hanging askew.
"Harry, pull out the wand." Dumbledore whispered. "Fluorescence flickers." The top of Dumbledore's wand lit up, showing a narrow porch. He and Harry walked into the living room with their shiny wands high up, and there was a mess in front of them: an old master clock broke at their feet, the face of the clock was cracked, and the pendulum lay a little further away, like a Abandoned sword. A piano fell to the ground and its keys were scattered everywhere. There was a shattered chandelier gleaming nearby. The mats were thrown all over in a mess, deflated, and feathers came out of the cracks. Broken glass and broken porcelain were scattered all over the floor like powder.
"Horace?" Dumbledore called softly.
Harry saw the same "Daily Prophet" scattered on the floor as he had seen before. One of them had a photo of him and Alan on it, and the big bold caption read "Who is the real savior". At this moment a drop of red blood dripped, and Harry looked up and saw a large patch of blood on the ceiling. Harry's eyes widened in horror. It was hard for him to imagine how badly a person had been hurt to splash the blood on such a high place on the wall.
Another drop of blood dripped on Harry’s forehead. Harry raised his hand to wipe it off, but Dumbledore took a step ahead of him, dipping the blood on Harry’s forehead with his middle finger, and gently put it in his mouth. He looked at a bulging single sofa standing on the ground.
His expression became relaxed, even a bit mischievous, and he brought Harry closer to the chair, saying that it was too late and it was fast. Dumbledore suddenly shot and thrust the tip of his wand into the back of the bulging single sofa. , The head of a bald, fat old man suddenly emerged from the top of the chair back, and he exclaimed, "Merlin’s beard!"
In the blink of an eye, the single sofa became a chubby old man standing there with a big belly, complaining: "You don't have to pierce me, Albus."
"I have to say, your sofa has become very successful, Horace." Dumbledore couldn't help but want to laugh.
The light from his wand in his hand illuminates the dazzling bald head of the man in front of him, his bulging eyes, and his thick double chin, still shining on his light blue velvet pajamas with vertical stripes. The top of his head only reached Dumbledore's chin.
"It's all superficially done enough, the lining is natural, where did I show off?" he asked gruffly.
Dumbledore's wand held high and pointed backwards: "Dragon Blood."
"Oh..." Horace Slughorn suddenly realized.
"By the way, I will introduce you, Harry, to meet my old friend and old colleague, 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, bent down, and locked it carefully.
"Your room is so staged, what's the matter, 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. Okay, Death Eaters have been trying to recruit me for more than a year. Do you know what kind of day it was? I can't refuse too. Many times, so I can't stay anywhere for a week." Slughorn frowned and said in a low voice.
Dumbledore asked curiously: "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. It's much better than it was during the first wizarding war."
"I also refused to recruit the Harris family umbrella company many times before..." Slughorn looked regretful, "How can I know that they can really drive Tom away... And you know, if he is sincere I want to catch me, but I can’t pin my hopes on that alarm... My situation is different from that of a normal wizard..."
"This Muggle owner is on vacation in the Canary Islands." Slughorn then leaned closer to Dumbledore and whispered in a low voice, "Albus, the recent speech by the Minister of Magic, and Alan Harry Si and the president of the International Wizarding Federation Babajid? Akinba’s relationship...you must know the background of their family, don’t you worry?"
"I think Harris just took the opportunity to gain a good reputation, and he succeeded in doing so. As long as they can maintain this, I am happy to let my people support them. But Holas, thank you for your reminder, I will focus on observing in the future, the opposition between the British Ministry of Magic and the International Wizarding Federation is always not a good thing... but now..." Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and then turned to look at the chaotic scene. , Suggested, "I think we better clean up here, don't mind."
Let go of Harry, and the fifteen-inch elderwood wand in Dumbledore's hand drew a semicircle flat forward. The shattered silver photo frames that were scattered on the ground flew to the other end of the room and fell on a writing desk, becoming bright as new again. The chandelier returned to the top of the ceiling. Pieces of furniture jumped back to their original positions, and the decorations restored their prototypes in mid-air. Everything became orderly. Everywhere in the room was broken and torn, the open areas were restored to the original state, the stains on the walls were automatically wiped clean, and the room became warm and comfortable.
Restoring the bright and clean room made all three people relax.
"It's really interesting, do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Dumbledore looked at Slughorn and asked, but Slughorn had his eyes fixed on Harry at this time, "Of course I don't mind."
Dumbledore stepped forward to the bathroom.
"Don't think I don't know why you came, Albus, the answer is still no, sure and sure no." Slughorn said fiercely, all the wrinkles on his forehead lifted up, his tone very firm. He finished shouting to Dumbledore's back, and when he saw Harry staring at him, he smiled again, "You look like your father."
Slughorn nodded affirming his opinion, "Except for these eyes, it looks like..." Slughorn's tone was slightly sad.
"My mother's eyes, I know." Harry said immediately. Harry felt a little bored after hearing these words countless times.
"Lily, smart Lily, your mother is very smart." Slughorn seemed to be lost in memory, "If you consider that she was still a Muggle, that's even more remarkable."
"Excluding Alan, the best witch in our grade is from Muggle." Harry said.
"Please don't think I'm biased, absolutely not." Slughorn seemed to be afraid of Harry's misunderstanding, and quickly approached Harry. "Your mother is definitely one of my favorite students. Look, she is there. ." He pointed to the many shiny picture frames on the cabinet, each with an active wizard.
"Front row." Slughorn added.
"It's all my former students. Do you recognize Barnabas Gufei, he is the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet." Slughorn and Harry walked to the cabinet, Slughorn Introducing the wizard's tone in these photos is like an enthusiastic collector introducing his beloved collection to his guests, "If I have any thoughts on the news of the day, I can send him a letter from the owl. Gwenog Jones, the captain of an all-female Quidditch team in the British and Irish Quidditch Leagues—Holyhead Hobbits, I can get free tickets anytime I want. Naturally. , I haven't watched the game for a long time." The smile on Slughorn's face suddenly disappeared, like the blood on the wall just now.
"Oh, by the way, Regulus Black, you must be very familiar with his brother Sirius." Seeing Harry holding the photo in his hand, Slughorn introduced, "Blake’s family is my college Yes, except for Sirius. Regulus is a very talented boy. I would like him as soon as he comes. Of course, it would be more perfect if the brothers were together."
"Horace," Dumbledore walked back into the room, holding up a Muggle magazine in his hand, "Do you mind if I take this away?"
Harry, who didn't know how to respond, quickly walked to Dumbledore's side. Dumbledore held up the magazine and said to Slughorn who looked a little surprised: "I like these knitted styles."
"Of course take it, but you won't leave now?" Slughorn asked in surprise, looking very disturbed.
"It's settled. I still know this. It's a shame. If I can persuade you to go back to Hogwarts with me, I will be honored. You are like Potter, but you can never meet. Okay, goodbye." With that, Dumbledore left without reluctance. Slughorn looked a little bewildered while standing in the room. When Dumbledore and the others reached the door at the end of the garden path, they heard a shout from behind, "Well, I agree."
Harry turned to see Slughorn standing in the doorway of the living room, panting. "I want the original Professor Melles's office, my original one looks like a toilet. I want to raise my salary. There are a lot of crazy things these years." Slughorn kept raising his hand to express his strong request.
"It's a lot," Dumbledore whispered, and walked out with Harry.
"Professor, what happened just now?" Harry asked, walking down the empty street.
"You have talent, fame, strength, and everything Horace values. Professor Slughorn will want to put you under his sect. Harry, you will be the most shining of all his disciples-don't be so Confidence in Harry, Allen’s situation is different from others, you also have your own shining points, and according to Allen’s character, you should not be a disciple of Horace, because of you he returned to Hogwarts and came to us It’s also important to say that he’s coming back." After Dumbledore explained to Harry, he then seemed to hesitate, "Then Harry, will you go to Allen’s class next year?"
"I'm not 100% sure, but I think I might, Dumbledore, Alan said that magic itself is not good or bad, if there is a need to use those bad magic to protect and save people, They are good magic, and if the ordinary magic spells we usually use are used to do evil, isn’t it a bad magic?
Harry hesitated and replied carefully to the greatest white wizard in a low voice. Rita Skeeter learned from those reports that Dumbledore himself was also proficient in dark arts in his early years. After avoiding these sensitive topics, Harry looked at the silent principal after speaking, and asked with some anxiety, "Dumbledore. Lido... Did I disappoint you?"
"No, Harry, I won't be angry with you because of your choice. In fact, I'm glad you can think about these issues on your own now." Dumbledore leniently relieved Harry, and then added, "I The conflict with Allen stems from the difference in this concept, kid~EbookFREE.me~ I just think that if a few of us do well enough, then most of the others will not have to learn these dangerous spells by themselves. Even if it was me, I committed irreparable crimes because of indulging in it in my early years, so I hope that just like what the Ministry of Magic is doing now, they have done a good job of protecting wizards, and ordinary wizards don’t need to use themselves. You can be safe by taking the risk to protect yourself. Harry, I don’t want anyone to repeat the mistakes I made on this matter. I just want to protect others. As long as a small part of us bears this, most people don’t need it. Take it."
Harry was obviously relieved by Dumbledore’s words. He solemnly promised Dumbledore: "Allen also hopes that I can think independently, Dumbledore, before making the final decision, I will be on this matter. Think more about it."
"That's the best, Harry, I will take you directly back to the Burrow." Dumbledore raised his arm as he said.
"But what about my baggage and Headway?" Harry asked quickly.
"All waiting for you."
Harry's hand rested on Dumbledore's arm. When he took control of his figure again, he found that Dumbledore had disappeared. The muddy water splashing under his feet wetted his trouser legs. He looked down at his muddy trouser legs and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice. : "Isn't it about considering young people's feelings..."
Harry lifted his foot and walked out of the pond deep and shallow.
The light of the burrow in the distance seemed so bright and warm in the dark. Harry looked at the burrow, and the figure of the girl he missed was reflected in one of the windows. She was sitting on the protruding bay window of the burrow. Harry couldn't help but smile on his face, and the look of his sweetheart made him forget Mud on the legs.