Chapter 713 We Must 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 in pain, and Harry quickly lowered his head, noticing that Dumbledore's right hand on his arm was injured.

"It doesn't look very attractive, does it?" Dumbledore moved the fingertips of the other four fingers that seemed to be scorched or corroded by darkness except the thumb, and Dumbledore murmured: "To be honest, this It's a pretty thrilling story. I thought Tom would be a little more capable at that age than I thought."

"Voldemort?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's expression, but the other party seemed to have no intention of explaining at all. In order to avoid embarrassment, Harry continued, "By the way, Dumbledore, Mr. Arthur Weasley this year I also invited Alan to be a guest at the Burrow, and Alan agreed. It's really rare, you know, he hasn't been there for several summer vacations."

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Harry, and he smiled: "Arthur didn't tell me about it, why did he invite Professor Harris as a guest?"

"Because when Mr. Arthur Weasley was attacked and hospitalized while protecting the prophecy ball, it was Allen who brought Ron, George, Fred, and Ginny to see him. Plus the twins, they were in Diagon Alley The joke store he opened was also invested by Allen, so Mr. Weasley wanted to invite Allen to his home after he recovered." Harry pondered for a while, he was a little hesitant to ask his doubts, but in the end he was brave He asked abruptly, "Dumbledore, why didn't Fox take us to teleport there at the beginning? In that case, as long as Mrs. Weasley received a letter, we would not be notified, so it would not be regarded as Mr. Weasley's encounter with Mr. Weasley. We knew it seconds after the attack. And in the headmaster's office, the former Hogwarts headmaster Dai Lisi Deventer also has a portrait of her in St. Mungo's Hospital, and Mr. Arthur is also in the Ministry of Magic and the headmaster's office. Principal Fra discovered it the first time, why can't it be said that they notified us?"

"I'm sorry, Harry. It was my fault, I was thinking about other things, and I ignored these ways, as I told you before, the things I did and didn't do, all the things I didn't do. with the imperfections of an older person. Young people don't know what older people think or how they feel, but if the older person forgets what it was like to be young, it's a big deal 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, and said after hiding his worries about Alan's behavior, "But not now Put my arm while you tell the story. Do as I tell you."

Harry grabbed Dumbledore's forearm.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "Okay, here we go."

The sudden squeeze made Harry cry out, and he felt a swirling darkness. When he stopped again, he and Dumbledore had come to a yard that looked like some abandoned village, with an old war memorial in the middle and some benches.

"Welcome to the beautiful village of Bardley Barberton." Dumbledore's kind voice sounded, and Harry quickly followed the pace of Dumbledore who had already moved forward.

"Harry, I guess by now you're wondering why I brought you here, aren't you?" asked Dumbledore.

"To be honest, after all these years, I almost don't think about it anymore." Harry shook his head and shrugged.

They passed through empty taverns and houses, and approached a neat little stone house in a garden. Dumbledore looked towards the well-tended path, and his heart sank. The hinges of the front door were open, and the door hung askew.

"Harry, draw your wand," whispered Dumbledore. "Lumos." The tip of Dumbledore's wand lit up, revealing a narrow doorway. He and Harry walked into the living room with their shiny wands held high, and there was a mess in front of them: a grandfather clock smashed at their feet, the clock face was cracked, and the pendulum lay a little farther away,

Like an abandoned sword. A piano was overturned on the ground, its keys scattered around. Nearby, fragments of a broken chandelier gleamed. The cushions were strewn about in a mess, deflated, with feathers poking out of the rips. Broken glass and shards of china were scattered like powder.

"Horace?" Dumbledore called softly.

Harry saw the same "Daily Prophet" as he had seen before scattered on the floor, one of which had a photo of him and Alan, with a big bold headline saying "Who is the real savior". At this moment, a drop of red blood dripped, and Harry looked up to see a large bloodstain on the ceiling. Harry's eyes went wide in horror, he couldn't imagine how badly a man had been injured to get blood splattered so high up on the wall.

Another drop of blood fell on Harry's forehead. Harry raised his hand to wipe it off, but Dumbledore was one step ahead of him. He dipped his middle finger into the blood on Harry's forehead and put it gently in his mouth. Then he His eyes looked at a bulging single sofa standing on the ground.

His expression became relaxed, even a little naughty, and he led Harry slowly approaching the chair. Before he could speak, Dumbledore suddenly shot and stuck the tip of his wand into the back of the bulging single sofa. Suddenly, the head of a bald, fat old man protruded from the top of the chair back, and he cried out in pain, "Merlin's beard!"

In the blink of an eye, the armchair turned into a chubby old man standing there with a big belly, complaining, "You don't have to expose me, Albus."

"I have to say, your sofa has become very successful, Horace." Dumbledore couldn't help laughing.

The light of the wand in his hand illuminated the man's shining bald head, his bulging eyes, his thick double chin, and his light blue velvet pajamas with vertical stripes. The top of his head only reached Dumbledore's chin.

"That's all on the surface, but the inside is natural. Where did I reveal it?" He asked gruffly.

Dumbledore pointed back with his raised wand: "Dragon's Blood."

"Oh..." Horace Slughorn suddenly realized.

"By the way, let me introduce you, Harry, to meet my old friend and 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 carefully locked the door.

"Your room is so staged, what's the matter, Horace?" asked Dumbledore, "You're not still waiting for other guests, are you?"

Slughorn locked the door and turned around, "Guest? I don't know what you mean. Well, the Death Eaters have been trying to recruit me for more than a year. Do you know what kind of day it is? I can't refuse too much." Many times, so I can't stay more than a week in any one place," Slughorn whispered, frowning.

Dumbledore asked curiously: "Why don't you go to the Ministry of Magic for help? You know, they've done a good job protecting the wizarding world recently. It's much better than it was during the first wizarding war."

"I have also rejected the Harris family's 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 ordinary wizards..."

"The Muggle master went on vacation to the Canary Islands." Slughorn then leaned closer to Dumbledore and whispered in a very low voice, "Albus, the recent speech by the Minister of Magic, and Alan Harry Si and the president of the International Federation of Wizards, Babajid Akimba... You must know the background of their family, so you are not worried?"

"I think Harris was just taking the opportunity to make a name for himself, and he's succeeded in doing so, and as long as they can keep that up, I'd be happy to have my guys behind them. Thanks for the heads up, Horace, though. I will pay more attention to it in the future, the confrontation between the British Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards is not always a good thing...but now..." Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and then turned his head to look at the chaotic scene , suggested, "I think we'd better tidy up here, don't mind."

Letting go of Harry, the fifteen-inch elderberry wand in Dumbledore's hand drew a flat semicircle forward. The shattered silver photo frames scattered on the ground flew across the room and landed on a writing desk, shining like new again. The chandeliers are back on top of the ceiling. The furniture jumped back to its original position piece by piece, and the decorations returned to their prototypes in mid-air. Everything became orderly, the room was damaged and torn everywhere, and the gaps were restored as before, the stains on the wall were automatically wiped clean, and the room became warm and comfortable.

Restoring the bright and tidy room made all three of them relax.

"That's interesting, mind if I use the bathroom?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Slughorn, but Slughorn's eyes were fixed on Harry at this time, "Of course I don't mind."

Dumbledore walked towards the bathroom.

"Don't think I don't know why you're here, Albus, the answer is no, sure and sure no." Slughorn said sternly, all the wrinkles on his forehead raised, and his tone was very firm. After he finished shouting to Dumbledore's back, he smiled again when he saw Harry staring at him, "You look a lot like your father."

Slughorn nodded to confirm his opinion, "Except for these eyes, it looks like..." Slughorn's tone was slightly sad.

"My mother's eyes, I know," Harry continued. After hearing this countless times, Harry felt a little bored.

"Lily, bright Lily, your mother was very bright." Slughorn seemed to be lost in memory. "It's even more remarkable when you consider that she was a Muggle-born."

"If you don't include Ellen, the best witch in our year is Muggle-born," said Harry.

"Please don't think I'm biased, absolutely not." Slughorn approached Harry as if afraid of Harry's misunderstanding, "Your mother is definitely one of my favorite students, look, she's there ’” He pointed to the many shiny picture frames on the cabinet, each with a wizard in action.

"Front row," Slughorn added.

"They're all my former students. You recognize Barnabas Cuffy, right? He's the editor of the Daily Prophet." Slughorn and Harry walked to the cabinet, and Slughorn Introducing the wizard in these photos is like an enthusiastic collector introducing his beloved collection to a guest, "If you have any opinion on the news of the day, I can send him a message with an owl. Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies, an all-female Quidditch team in the British and Irish Quidditch Union, gets free tickets whenever I want. Naturally , I haven't watched the game in a long time." The smile on Slughorn's face disappeared suddenly, just like the blood on the wall just now.

"Oh, by the way, Regulus Black, you must be very familiar with his brother Sirius." Seeing that Harry picked up the photo in his hand, Slughorn introduced, "Black's whole family is from my academy." Yes, except for Sirius. Regulus is a very talented boy, I have been optimistic about him since he came, and of course it will be more perfect if brothers are together."

"Horace," Dumbledore re-entered the room, holding up a Muggle magazine in his hand, "do you mind if I take this?"

Harry, who didn't know how to respond, hurriedly walked to Dumbledore's side. Dumbledore held up the magazine and said to Slughorn, who looked a little surprised: "I like these knitted styles very much."

"Of course take it, but you won't leave now, will you?" Slughorn asked in surprise, looking very disturbed.

"The matter is settled, I still know this, what a pity. It would be a great honor for me to persuade you to go back to Hogwarts with me. You are as rare as Potter. Well, goodbye." With that, Dumbledore left without hesitation. Slughorn stood at a loss in the room, and when Dumbledore and the others reached the door at the end of the garden path, they heard a shout from behind, "Okay, I promise."

Harry turned to see Slughorn standing in the living room door, panting. "I want Professor Mellas's office. My old one is like a toilet. I also want to raise my salary. There are a lot of crazy things these days." Slughorn kept raising his hand, expressing his strong demand.

"It's quite a lot." Dumbledore whispered, and walked out with Harry.

"Professor, what happened just now?" Harry asked walking on the empty street.

"You've got talent, fame, power, everything that Horace values. Professor Slughorn will want to take you under his wing. Harry, you'll be the brightest of all his disciples—don't be so ignorant." Confidence Harry, Alan's situation is different from others. You also have your own shining points, and according to Alan's personality, he should not become Horace's disciple. He returned to Hogwarts because of you. For us It is also important to say that he comes back." After Dumbledore explained to Harry, he seemed a little hesitant, "Then Harry, will you go to the course offered by Allen next year?"

"I'm not 100% sure, but I think I might be, Dumbledore, Allen said that magic itself is not good or bad, if there is a need to use those not very good magic to protect people, They are good magic, but if the ordinary spells we usually use are used to do evil, isn’t it bad magic?” Harry also hesitated and then carefully replied to the Greatest White Wizard in a low voice, he did not say what he had never said before Rita Skeeter learned that Dumbledore was also proficient in black magic in the early years. After avoiding these sensitive topics, Harry looked at the silent headmaster and asked a little nervously, "Dumbledore Lido...have I let you down?"

"No, Harry, I won't blame you for your choice. In fact, I'm glad that you can think about these issues independently." Dumbledore relieved Harry with a pleasant face, and then added, "I The conflict with Alan stems from the difference in ideas, boy, I just think that if a few of us do well enough, then most of the others don't have to learn these dangerous spells by themselves-even I, In the early years, I also committed irreparable crimes because of indulging in it, so I hope that just like what the Ministry of Magic is doing now, they have done a good job in protecting wizards. Ordinary wizards don’t have to risk themselves to protect themselves. To be safe, Harry, I don't want anyone to repeat the mistakes I made in this matter, I just want to protect other people, as long as a small number of us suffer from this, most of us don't have to."

Harry was obviously relieved by Dumbledore's words, and he solemnly promised Dumbledore: "Alan also hopes that I can think independently, Dumbledore, before making the final decision, I will think about it Think more about it."

"That's the best, Harry, I'll take you straight back to the Burrow now." Saying that, Dumbledore raised his arm.

"But Professor, what about my luggage and Hideaway?" Harry asked hastily.

"We're all waiting for you."

Harry put his hand on Dumbledore's arm. When he regained control of his figure, he found that Dumbledore had disappeared, and the mud splashed under his feet completely wet his trouser legs. He looked down at his mud-splashed trouser legs and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice : "Didn't you say that you should consider the feelings of young people..."

Harry lifted his feet and stepped out of the pond one by one.

The lights of the Burrow in the distance looked so bright and warm in the dark. Looking at the Burrow, Harry saw the figure of the girl he missed reflected in a window. She was sitting on the protruding bay window of the Burrow. A smile appeared on Harry's face, and the appearance of his sweetheart made him forget The mud covered the legs.