Vol 2 Chapter 1103:

"It's still..."
Fanlin was a little speechless. Although he said that he could easily strip the impurities in dragon blood with magic, in his heart, Fanlin still didn't like it very much, at least he didn't want to experiment with them.
Maybe it is a good choice to give it to Rutherford.
Obviously, Fanlin still can't forget the Rutherford attack in the environment.
Worried by an old vampire?
If there is Tefrey first, and then Rutherford, can’t you come with something nicer, such as Miss Sister?
Fanlin didn't say much, just watched where Slughorn was busy, and Harry just looked at them at a loss.
He put the bottle back in the dining cabinet and sighed. Then his gaze fell on Harry naturally.
"Oh," he stared at Harry's forehead with the lightning-shaped scar with his big round eyes. "Oh!"
"Here," Dumbledore stepped forward to introduce, "It's Harry Potter. Harry, this is my old friend and colleague, Horace Slughorn."
Slughorn turned to Dumbledore with a shrewd expression. "You think this will convince me, don't you? Then my answer is no, Albus."
As for Fanlin, Slughorn simply ignored it. Perhaps Dumbledore's behavior angered him. He squeezed past Harry, his expression becoming very determined, as if resisting some temptation.
"I said, it's not good." Fanlin muttered. Now that he knows the existence of the Horcrux and how to make it, the memory of Tom is naturally not so important, but Dumbledore still insisted on winning over Si. Rahoun, Fanlin couldn't understand this a little.
Well, Hogwarts does lack a potions professor.
"What's not so good?"
"Go back and talk to you." Fanlin said, "Compared with this, I hope we can do some other things, such as going abroad, or participating in an alchemy exchange meeting or something, Bill will return it to me. Here comes the latest relic sense record."
Harry's eyes lit up, "You mean, we?"
"I don't know, it depends on Dumbledore." Fanlin shrugged. "Perhaps there is a chance. I don't think it will be useful to stay here honestly. In fact, I am planning something..."
Compared to Fanlin's careful thoughts, it is obvious that Dumbledore has no time to take care of the two of them now, or rather, doesn't care?
"I think at least we can have a drink?" Dumbledore asked. "For the sake of old friendship." Slughorn hesitated. "Well then, just have a drink," he said rudely, obviously not very happy at Dumbledore's request.
Dumbledore smiled at Harry, and led him and Van Lin to the freshly lit fireplace and oil lamp, and sat on a chair that looked nothing like the one that Slughorn had just pretended to be. Different.
Harry sat down, clearly feeling that Dumbledore wanted to make him more visible for some reason.
So when Slughorn finished working on those bottles and cans and turned his face to the room again, his eyes immediately fell on Harry.
"Huh," he quickly looked away, as if he was afraid of hurting his eyes.
"Next—" He handed a glass to Dumbledore who was already seated, and then pushed the plate to Harry and Varyn, and then he sat down on the newly restored sand cushion without a single word sullenly. Say.
His legs are so short that he can't even reach the floor.
"So, how have you been recently, Horace?" Dumbledore asked.
"Not very good," Slughorn replied immediately. "Chest pain. I often wheeze. I also have rheumatism. I am not as flexible as I used to be. Alas, this is expected. I am old. I am tired.
"But judging from the welcome ceremony you prepared for us just now, you are still very quick," Dumbledore said. "You only have less than three minutes, don't you?"
Slughorn said half-tempered and half proud, "It's only two minutes. I'm taking a bath and didn't notice the warning of the invasion spell. Also," he added firmly, looking like he was about to pull himself back." The current situation is that I am already an old man, Albus, a tired old man has the right to live a peaceful and worry-free life."
He did have these, Harry looked around the room as he thought about it. It is boring and chaotic, but it is definitely comfortable and pleasant; there are soft chairs and footstools, wine and books, big boxes of chocolates and bulging cushions.
If Harry didn't know who lived here, he would have guessed that there lived a wealthy, critical old lady.
"You are not as old as I am, Horace," Dumbledore said.
"Well, maybe you should think about retirement yourself." Slughorn said stiffly. His dim chestnut eyes showed Dumbledore's injured hand.
"I noticed that your reaction is much worse than before."
"You're right," Dumbledore said quietly, and his old friends naturally had channels to receive news during the first battle at the Ministry of Magic.
"I don't deny that I am slower than before. But from another angle..." He shrugged, spreading his hands, as if to say that time can be compensated, Harry noticed that his one was not injured. He wears a ring he has never seen before: it looks large, as if roughly made of something like gold, with a deep black stone inlaid in the middle. Slughorn's eyes moved up the ring for a while, and Harry saw that he frowned slightly at that moment.
"So, these precautions against invaders, Horace... are they going to deal with Death Eaters or me?" Dumbledore asked.
"What do the Death Eaters want a pitiful, frail inflatable cushion for?" Slughorn asked.
"I think they might be using your talents that you can't ignore to intimidate, torture, and murder," Dumbledore said. "You really want to tell me they haven't come to recruit you yet?"
Slughorn stared at Dumbledore fiercely for a while, then muttered, "I never gave them a chance. I have been wandering for a year. I have never stayed in the same place for a full week. From a Muggle The house moved to another Muggle house-the owner of this place is on vacation in the Canary Islands. It’s very comfortable and it’s sad to think of leaving. In fact, as long as you know what to do, it’s easy, as long as you are in These automatic alarm bells they use to guard against burglars-they use this stupid thing to replace the sight glass-cast a freezing spell and make sure that the neighbors don't find you hiding in the piano you brought in. Up."
"Very original," Dumbledore said. "But pursuing a quiet life sounds like a pretty hard job, especially for an inflatable cushion that is pitiful and frail. And if you go back to Hogwarts—"
"If you want to tell me that in that ruined school, my life can be more peaceful, you can save energy, Albus! Although I have been hiding in Tibet, since Dolores After Umbridge left, some interesting rumors came to my ears! If that's how you treat the teachers now—"
"Professor Umbridge had a conflict with our horse tribe," Dumbledore said. "I think you, Horace, shouldn't walk into the forest in large strides and yell'dirty bastards' to a group of angry horsemen tribes."
"That's what she did, isn't it?" Slughorn said. "Stupid woman. Never liked her."
Harry giggled, and Dumbledore and Slughorn both 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?" Slughorn said immediately, looking expectant. "No, I'm just wondering if I can use your bathroom," Dumbledore said.
"Oh," Slughorn was obviously disappointed. "The second one from the left in the hall." Dumbledore walked out of the room. When the door closed behind him, the room was silent. After a while, Slughorn stood up, but he didn't seem to know what to do.
He glanced at Harry secretly, then walked to the fire and leaned his back to warm him.
This made Fanlin feel a little funny. He hadn't interrupted before. In fact, Fanlin didn't think it was interesting to be close to Slughorn.
For this old friend of Dumbledore, Harry obviously attracted his attention more, otherwise Slughorn wouldn't have been so long, and he hadn't asked him a word.
Oh, of course, don't forget his bad club?
What is the slug?
Following Slughorn'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 Slughorn. Slughorn's watery eyes scanned Harry's scar, and this time, he saw the rest of Harry's face.
"You really look like your father."
"Yeah, someone told me," Harry said.
"Except for your eyes, you have a pair of—"
"My mother's eyes, yes." Harry heard these words enough times to bore him.
"Huh. Yeah, good. Of course, as a teacher, you shouldn't have a favorite student, but she is still one of my favorite students. Your mother," Slughorn added, answering Harry's inquisitive eyes . "That’s Lily Evans. One of the smartest students I’ve ever taught, very lively, you know. A lovely girl. I keep telling her that she should come to my college. But every time She bumped back."
"Which is your college?"
"I was the dean of Slytherin College," Slughorn said.
"Oh, now," he said quickly, seeing the expression on Harry's face, and shaking his stubby fingers at him, "Don't resist me for that! I guess you should be in Gran like her Fendor. Yeah, generally there is family inheritance. Although it is not always the case. Have you heard of Sirius Black? You must know-he has been in the newspaper for the past two years-he is still yours... …"
"Godfather!" Fan Lin kindly reminded.
"Yeah, anyway, he was your father's good brother when he was in school. The entire Black family came from my college. Only Sirius graduated from Gryffindor! What a pity—he is a talented and intelligent boy. I Taught his brother Regulus, but I prefer to have a complete set."
He sounds like an enthusiastic collector who is participating in an auction. Obviously immersed in memories, he stared at the opposite wall while turning his back aimlessly so that he could roast everywhere.
"Of course your mother was from a Muggle family. When I realized this, I couldn't believe it. I thought a good wizard like her must be pure blood."
"I have two best friends who are from Muggle families," Harry said. "She is the best in our grade, and the other..."
Fanlin tugged at Harry's clothes to tell Harry not to go on. He was born in Muggle, isn't that him and Hermione?
Well, although Slughorn's knowledge is also excellent, and Dumbledore's original intention is to use Van Lin to lure...
However, it seems that Harry is enough, right?
"Interestingly, this happens from time to time, right?" Slughorn said.
"I don't think so." Harry said coldly.
This made Slughorn look down at him in surprise.
"Don't you think I am biased!" he said. "No, no, no! Didn't I just say that your mother is one of my favorite students in my life? And Dirk Cresway, who is one grade below her, is now the head of the Fairy Liaison Office , Of course-he is also from a Muggle family, a very gifted student, and is still providing me with excellent inside information so that I can understand every move in Gringotts!" He slightly adjusted up and down. Immediately, he smiled contentedly, and then he pointed to the many shiny photo frames on the cupboard, each with a slightly moving head.
"All of my former students have signed me. You will see Barnabas Kufi, the editor of the Daily Prophet. He always likes to listen to my views on the daily news. And Anbu Rosius Flum, works at Duke of Honey-he always sends a basket of sweets on my birthday, UU reading www.uukanshu.com just because I introduced him to the West who offered him his first job Theron Hakis! Behind them—you can see by stretching your neck—that's Gwennuo#83; Jones, of course, the captain of the Holyhead Hobbits...People are hearing about me I’m always surprised when I get so close to the Hobbi team members, and I can get free tickets anytime!"
This seemed to make him extremely excited.
"All these people know where to find you and give you something?" Harry asked, since he said that even baskets full of candies, tickets to the Quidditch game and visitors who want his opinion can find him. It is unbelievable why the Death Eaters have not hunted down Slughorn yet.
The smile on his face disappeared like blood on the wall.
"Of course not," he looked down at Harry. "I haven't contacted anyone for a year."
Harry felt that this sentence was undoubtedly a blow to Slughorn. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then shrugged.
"However, prudent wizards will behave with their heads down at this time, Dumbledore said lightly, but now to serve at Hogwarts is equivalent to publicly declaring my allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix! Even though I believe them They are all very admirable and brave, but I personally don’t like its mortality rate—"
"Actually, you don't need to join the Order of the Phoenix to teach at Hogwarts," Harry could hardly conceal the ridicule in his own voice. It was hard for him to think of Sirius hiding in a cave by eating rats. Sympathizing for Slughorn's comfortable and comfortable life, "Most teachers are not from the Order of the Phoenix, and no one has been killed--except Professor Quirrell, but he deserved it because he was working for Voldemort."
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