v2 Chapter 1305： persuade (1/2)

”For the past time...” Slughorn said softly.

The big round eyes looked at Avon, Harry, Hermione, and the scar on Harry's forehead.

”Oh, the past is always worth remembering.” He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. ”Abs, these three are?”

”Harry Potter, Evan Mason, Hermione Granger, you should have heard of their names.” Dumbledore introduced, pointing to Slughorn, ”Children, this is One of my old friends and old colleague is Horace Slughorn.”

”Avon Mason, Harry Potter?” Slughorn muttered. ”Yeah, I heard it.”

”Good evening, Professor!” said Ai Wen, bowing to Slughorn.

”Don't shout, child, I am not a professor. I haven't taught for many years.” Slughorn immediately said that he seemed to be scared.

He was not watching Ai Wen, they turned to Dumbledore, and his face showed a stern expression.

”I know what you want to do, Albus, you think this will convince me, is it? I tell you, the answer is no!”

He said, his attitude resolutely turned his face to the side, as if he was resisting any temptation.

”But we can have at least one drink, don't you even refuse this?” Dumbledore said.

Upon hearing this sentence, Slughorn hesitated.

Then, his attitude said stiffly, ”Okay, then have a drink.”

Dumbledore smiled at them as he turned around and played with the bottles and cups.

He waved his wand and turned out three chairs, much like the one that Slughorn had just pretended, indicating that the three of them sat down.

Next to the chair was the just-fired fire and a bright oil lamp, and Avon sat in the middle, and Harry was on the other side of the oil lamp.

Dumbledore deliberately placed them in a prominent position, facing the position of Slughorn.

Sure enough, when he turned around, he could see them three at first sight.

”Hey!” He quickly removed his gaze as if he was afraid that his eyes would be hurt.

”Give!” He handed a cup to Dumbledore who had already sat down, and pushed the tray in front of Ai Wen.

Then he sat in a pile of cushions on the sofa he had just repaired, and his face fell silent.

”How, Horace, have you been bones lately?” asked Dumbledore.

”Not very good.” Slughorn shook his head and immediately said, ”I can't breathe, asthma, and rheumatism. The legs and feet are not as flexible as before. The pain is tormenting me. Oh, this is also expected. People are old and not used.”

”However, you have prepared such a welcome scene in such a short period of time, and the action is definitely agile. Most wizards can't do this.” Dumbledore said, ”I think, you don't get the alarm time.” Will it take more than three minutes?”

”Two minutes, I was taking a shower, and drinking a glass of wine by the way, it was definitely a little drunk, I didn't hear the alarm.” Slughorn was half angry and said smugly, then he seemed to calm down again, ”but It is undeniable that I am an old man, Albus, a tired old man, who has the right to live a quiet life and get some material enjoyment, as I told you before.”

He is undoubtedly not lacking in material enjoyment, and even drinking specially brewed wines while drinking.

There is also a display in the room, which is crowded and chaotic, but no one will say that it is not comfortable.

In addition to the original Muggle owner's things, there are many obvious ones belonging to Slughorn, such as the exquisite set of wines, unique soft chairs, ottomans, books, and a box of chocolates and a A cushion of bulging sacs.

If you don't know who lives here, they will guess that it is a discerning lady.