Vol 2 Chapter 229: Horace-Slaghorn

Jon only felt that Mrs. Diana Greengrass's slender arm could break free from his hand at any time, and he had to grasp it more firmly.
　　
The surrounding scene became pitch black, and the strong squeezing in all directions made him a little breathless, as if his chest was tightly pinched by something... The true apparition is compared to the apparition with the help of Fox , The journey is much more uncomfortable.
　　
　　 Jon recovered quickly and took a look around... They seemed to be located in an abandoned square with an ancient war memorial and several benches in the middle.
　　
　　 "If I remember correctly, it should be here..." Mrs. Greengrass murmured, "Come with me."
　　
　　 With gentle steps, she passed an empty tavern and several houses... Then she turned a corner... Finally she passed a telephone booth and a bus shelter...
　　
　　 Jon has been following in her footsteps.
　　
　　 It took about a minute for Fox to find this way too, and she flew behind Jon.
　　
"Badley-Barberton Village, it should be here!" A smile appeared on the corner of Mrs. Greengrass' lips: "A Muggle village, the letter Slughorn sent me two weeks ago, Tell me he lives here now!"
　　
　　 "He lives..." Jon frowned, and began to think back to the story of Dumbledore's visit to Slughorn with Harry Potter in his previous life.
　　
　　 "Borrowing a Muggle house that has no one for the time being, he has always done this!" Mrs. Greengrass shrugged.
　　
　　 "Why?" Jon asked curiously.
　　
"If I remember correctly, Horace Slughorn’s father was a notorious gambler. He mortgaged the entire castle of the Slughorn family to Gringotts... For decades after he became an adult, Ragerhorn has been working hard to redeem the castle; until he retired a dozen years ago, he finally saved enough money to get his wish..." Mrs. Greengrass explained.
　　
　　 "Since he has redeemed it..." Jon said in surprise.
　　
"A castle requires a lot of money for both maintenance and care. Obviously Professor Slughorn did not realize this before retiring..." Mrs. Greengrass smiled: "So after retirement, he can only continue Borrow a Muggle house to live in..."
　　
　　 "Then that castle?" Jon was a little puzzled, don't you need to take care of the unoccupied castle.
　　
　　 "I don't know too much, as if he has been carrying around with him all the time!" Mrs. Greengrass said casually.
　　
She continued to wait as Jon walked forward, walking up a steep, narrow street; then turned left and turned into another straight side street; at the same time, she heard the noon bell ringing in the church behind her... …
　　
Jon recalled that in the original work of his previous life, Horace Slughorn first stole Professor Sprout’s herbs on campus, and then deceived the venom of the octopus from Hagrid. It seemed that he was real. The lack of money... This is to add a bit of power to my plan.
　　
　　They gradually approached a neat little stone house in the garden, and Mrs. Greengrass stopped, and at the same time stretched out her hand to signal Jon not to move on.
　　
　　 They stopped outside the fence of the yard.
　　
　　 Mrs. Greengrass took out her wand and tapped it gently on the fence twice.
　　
　　 "Professor Slughorn, are you there?" she asked loudly.
　　
　　……
　　
　　 "Oh, Merlin's beard... This familiar voice... Of course, I am here!" A somewhat excited voice came from the room: "Wait a moment!"
　　
　　 A few seconds later, an extremely fat bald old man rushed out of the house. He had a pair of protruding eyes and a thick silver beard like a walrus.
　　
　　 "Oh, Diana, what brought you here?" Horace Slughorn said with a look of excitement. He rushed over and gave Mrs. Greengrass a warm hug.
　　
　　 He eagerly yelled, "I heard... It is said that Mrs. Bones wants you to reinstate your job, or even further?"
　　
　　 "It's just reinstatement. The procedure will be completed within two weeks." Mrs. Greengrass said lightly.
　　
The chunky old man’s mouth kept chattering:
Oh, that’s great... Honestly, Fudge and Umbridge, what they did to you is too much. I have always expressed strong indignation about this... By the way, do you know Barnabas-Coffey, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, he is always interested in listening to my opinions on the current situation; it is what I gave He gestured, that's why he never wrote articles attacking you..."
　　
　　 "Then I really appreciate you..." Mrs. Greengrass interrupted the other party quickly: "Professor Slughorn, I brought a guest today!"
　　
　　 "Guest?" Horace Slughorn focused his gaze on Jon for the first time.
　　
　　 "Oh, hello!" He stretched out his hand to Jon indifferently: "Horace Slughorn, Hogwarts potions teacher."
　　
　　 "Hello, Professor Slughorn...I am Jon Hart." Jon smiled and lowered his head, shook hands with him, and introduced himself.
　　
　　 "Jon Hart?" Slughorn's face changed: "I seem to have heard of this name..."
　　
　　 Since Voldemort flees again, neither Jon nor Dumbledore has deliberately concealed the existence of Jon Hart, although they have not deliberately promoted that he is actually alive.
　　
"Oh~EbookFREE.me~ I remember!" Slughorn suddenly realized: "Three days ago, when Albus Dumbledore invited me to Hogwarts as a teacher, half an hour of conversation, He mentioned your name at least five times..."
　　
　　 "Really, it seems I am really honored!" Jon smiled and nodded.
　　
"Also, a year ago, you were the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, right... Dumbledore also seems to have mentioned that you are the most talented student in potions he has ever seen..." Ragerhorn's mouth fell into a state of chattering again.
　　
　　 "Yes, I don't have to say any more... Besides, I'm going to be a little shy, Professor!" Jon interrupted him.
　　
　　 "Come here, what's the matter?" Horace Slughorn looked at Jon with a smile, his face full of kindness and gentleness.
　　
　　 "To be precise, I might have brought you a gift." While talking, Jon gestured to take things into the suitcase.
　　
　　 "Gift?" Slughorn's eyes lit up, and the smile on his face became more intense: "No hurry... Come in and talk! Come in and talk!"