Vol 2 Chapter 1104:

"Deal for Voldemort!" These words were very sharp, at least in Slughorn's ears.
Voldemort, a name that can't be said, not to mention...
In fact, Harry had always been convinced that Slughorn, like other wizards, could not bear to call out Voldemort's name out loud, as expected: Slughorn shivered, and Harry ignored his protest cries.
"I think if Dumbledore were the principal, then the faculty would be safer than most; isn't he the only person Voldemort is afraid of?" Harry continued.
Slughorn stared at the sky for a while: he seemed to be thinking about what Harry said.
This had to make Fanlin look at Harry with admiration. When did Harry become so...smart?
I don't know if it counts, at least, for Slughorn, Harry's words are still very harsh, according to his thoughts, he should stay away forever.
"Well, yes, the demon who can't even mention the name has never tried to compete with Dumbledore," he muttered reluctantly. "Since I haven't joined the Death Eaters team, the demon who can't even mention the name can't count me as a friend... In this case, it's safer for me and Albus to get closer... I can’t pretend that the death of Amelia Bones didn’t shock me... If even she had so many contacts and protection measures with the Ministry of Magic...
"I can't believe it, Mr. Slughorn, I think you haven't contacted anyone for a long time." Fanlin said a little funny, but after speaking, he corrected his attitude.
"Contact?" Slughorn was startled, "I'm sorry, but I think this might bring me..."
"Danger? Oh, of course, based on your experience as the dean of Slytherin College...or rather, you are still remembered by many people." Fanlin said, smiling at Old Slughorn.
For Dumbledore’s goal, Fanlin did not agree, but in fact, an excellent potions professor, Fanlin never objected, at least, Hogwarts needs someone to replace Professor Snape. , And examples like Quirrell, Batty Jr. and Tafer are still very bad for Hogwarts.
To be invaded by Death Eaters, a Severus Snape is enough, too many people will be bad.
In fact, Fanlin felt that Professor Snape's task was really unnecessary to proceed, but Voldemort couldn't figure out the details of Hogwarts, and this status quo would at least continue to be maintained before a solution was found.
"What do you mean?" Slughorn paused, and then turned his face to Fanlin. This time he took a good look at the boy who had been silent when he entered the room.
As big as Harry.
"I seem to have seen you..." Slughorn felt a little familiar inexplicably, "You are..."
"Student of Hogwarts, oh, of course, you might be more interested in another identity."
"Another identity?" Slughorn was confused, "What is it?"
"A member of the Order of the Phoenix, sir." Fanlin said lightly, which made Harry a little jealous. He is not yet a full member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Fanlin has become a decision maker. Min and Sirius occasionally revealed in the letter, the gap between them can be described as a huge difference.
Fortunately, the dreams that bothered him are now relieved, and Dumbledore came to pick him up, wouldn't it be...
"It's impossible. How could Dumbledore drag a child of your age into the Order of the Phoenix, except Harry Potter..."
"Actually, sir, I didn't participate in the Order of the Phoenix..." Harry said embarrassingly. "Actually, I want to participate, but Dumbledore thinks I'm too young, and there are some reasons..."
"That's enough, Harry," Fanlin said, "but it seems that Mr. Slughorn is really lacking in the current situation... Oh, I mean, the information is blocked..."
"What do you mean, and, are you really a member of the Order of the Phoenix?" Slughorn asked, looking very serious, taking the posture of an elder.
"Oh, in fact, it is not important, compared to teaching you now... Oh, please forgive me for this title, but although you have been away from Hogwarts for a long time, in fact, my title... …"
"I don't care what the title is, I mean, what do you mean by what you say, I don't know what?"
"I believe you will understand." Fanlin said nonchalantly. "As for the ability to teach you, I believe that no one will despise you, professor, and, as far as I know, you are very popular among students A professor, of course, is also very outstanding in potions. Dumbledore has always told me that your potions Professor Dumbledore could not find a second person to replace you and left Hogwarts. Definitely a big loss for Hogwarts."
"What did he say?" Slughorn's eyes lit up, and he shook his hand on the armrest of the sofa, but then he sank into the sofa again.
"But I'm sorry, this doesn't change my mind. It's the last insistence of an old man. I hope it's so stable..."
"Stable?" Fanlin said a little strangely, "For example, those dragon blood? Or, your super defense awareness?"
Slughorn's hand stopped, and the goblet that had been brought to his mouth also paused.
"Sorry, Professor, I think I may have some problems in understanding, but in fact, as far as I know, most of the Death Eaters, of course, I mean the excellent part, and most of them come from Yus. Lettering College, of course, I don’t mean anything to belittle, but you should have taught many of them, as you said, the Black family, or, Malfoy, Carat, Gore, Besides... Barty Crouch Jr.?"
Fanlin didn't say the name Tom Riddle, he can guarantee that if Tom is mentioned in front of Slughorn, then the dialogue will definitely explode.
"What do you want to say, kid?" Slughorn said unnaturally. In fact, there are many of his excellent collections, and after Fanlin said it, he felt a little helpless?
As for whether it felt or not, only Slughorn himself knew.
"I mean, professor, I believe that everyone knows that your excellence and strength are clear, natural, and necessary invitations. As their former teachers, there is no shortage of them."
"What nonsense are you talking about, I didn't..."
"Oh, don't deny it, Professor, this is not an insult, is it?" Fanlin said, "Naturally, it is essential to invite you to join."
"Oh... oh, well, I admit that I have received it before, but I did not refuse, but chose to leave..."
"You have refused, Professor Slughorn." Fanlin said, "I believe you know Tom's subordinates better than anyone else, oh, to be precise, the way those Death Eaters deal with things, surrender, or Destruction, professor, in my opinion, evasion does not solve any problems, or, is it right that a good example is in front of us?"
"Who?"
"Minister Cornelius Fudge!" Fanlin said confidently, "Furthermore, as far as I know, you have had a good relationship with many students during your school. You know who I am talking about."
"Are you..."
"I'm stating a fact, Professor." Fanlin replied with a smile, "It looks like you are in some danger."
Harry looked at Fanlin sluggishly.
what is this? Threat?
may be……
Harry felt a little horrible. When did Fanlin... seem to have always been like this, there are always many... well, means?
"I have to tell you something, Professor Slughorn." Looking at Slughorn, who had an ugly expression in front of him, Fanlin couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. In other words, he still overestimated Slughorn's ability to bear it. Or, underestimated Voldemort's influence in everyone's hearts?
"What is it?"
"We are already fighting at the Ministry of Magic, of course, you know who I mean."
"I know, I know, then what?"
"Harry and I hurt Voldemort head-on, and Dumbledore..." Without finishing what Van Lin said, Dumbledore entered the room again, Slughorn jumped up, as if forgot that he was in the house.
"Oh, you are here, Albus," he said unnaturally. "You squatted for a long time. Diarrhea?"
"No, I'm just reading a Muggle magazine," Dumbledore said.
"I really like those weaving patterns. Well, we have illegally invaded Horace's home long enough; I think it's time to leave."
Harry jumped up without saying a word, and Fanlin nodded to Dumbledore and wanted to get up to say goodbye. Slughorn seemed to have just recovered.
"You are leaving?"
"Yeah, it is true. When I saw you I knew I was doomed to fail."
"Doomed to fail...?"
Slughorn looked a little disturbed. He fiddled with his fat thumb and watched them restlessly. Dumbledore was tightening his travel cloak, Harry was pulling the zipper on his jacket, and Van Lin was slowly tidying up his clothes. The folds, waiting for Dumbledore to take them out.
"Well, I really regret that you don't want this job, Horace," Dumbledore said, raising his hand in a farewell gesture.
"Hogwarts will be very happy to see you back to work. Although we have greatly increased the security protection, you are always welcome if you are willing to come."
"Yes...Okay...it's too modest...as I said..."
"Then, goodbye."
"Goodbye," Harry followed.
"Then, professor, good luck." Fanlin seemed to bow for his previous offense, but in fact, he got up and left faster than everyone else.
When they walked to the front door, there was a roar behind them.
"Okay, okay, I will do it!" Dumbledore turned to Slughorn, who was standing at the door of the living room, panting.
"Are you willing to come out again?"
"Yes, yes," Slughorn said impatiently. "I must be crazy, but I agreed."
"Excellent," Dumbledore said happily. "Then Horace, we will wait for the first day of September to meet again."
"Yeah, I think you will," Slughorn murmured. As they walked towards the garden path, Slane's voice floated from behind. "I want a raise, Dumbledore!"
Dumbledore giggled. The garden door swayed shut behind them, and they set out to walk down the mountain through the gloom and whirlpool of mist.
"Good job, Harry," Dumbledore said.
"I didn't do anything," Harry said in surprise. "It's Fanlin, he seems to..."
"I didn't say anything." Fanlin shook his head, obviously didn't want to take on this matter, but he was very clear about Dumbledore's plan, not to mention that this was Harry's experience.
"Oh, you did. You told Horace how good he would be if he returned to Hogwarts. Do you like him?" Dumbledore continued to say to Harry indifferently.
"Uh..." Harry didn't know whether he liked Slughorn or not. He also had his likability, but he looked a bit negative, and no matter how Slughorn himself refuted, he was too surprised that someone from a Muggle family could become a good wizard.
"Horace," Dumbledore said, so that Harry would not have to think about what to say, "like his comfortable life. He also likes dealing with well-known, successful, and powerful people. He enjoys that. This kind of feeling can affect these people. He never thought about ascending the throne by himself; he prefers to stay behind the scenes-there is more room to display his talents, you know. He was always good at Hogwarts before Choosing the students he likes, sometimes because of their ambition and brains, sometimes because of their charm and talent, he has a mysterious knack for selecting students who can dominate in various fields in the future. Reese established a his-centered society for his favorite students, introduced them to each other, established various useful connections between members, and always got some benefits in return~EbookFREE.me~ Whether it's a box of his favorite free pineapple preserves, or an opportunity to recommend his little members to work at the Fairy Liaison Office."
Suddenly a vivid image of a huge and bloated spider appeared in Harry's mind. It woven a dense web around it, pulling the spider silk from time to time to draw the big and juicy flies closer to him. some.
"I'm telling you all of this," Dumbledore continued, "not for you to fight Horace — perhaps, we must call him Professor Slughorn now — but to keep you vigilant. He will undoubtedly want you to join his club, Harry. You will become a treasure in his collection: the boy who survived a catastrophe...or, as they call it these days, the real son."
After hearing these words, a chill that had nothing to do with the surrounding mist filled Harry. This reminded him of the words he heard a few weeks ago, those words that were of special significance and horror to him: two people cannot both live, only one survives... When they walked to the church they had passed by before, Dumbledore stopped.
"Just here, Harry, grab my arm." Harry cheered up and got ready for the apparition, but still felt uncomfortable. When the oppression disappeared, he found that he could breathe again. At this moment, he was standing on a country road next to Dumbledore. Looking forward, he could see a curved silhouette. This was his second Favorite building: Burrow. Although the feeling of fear had just swept across his body, his emotions immediately rose when he saw the sight.
Ron is there... and Mrs. Weasley, she cooks better than anyone else Harry knows...
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