Chapter 1064 (1/2)
”It's still a success...”
Fanlin some speechless, although said with magic can easily peel off the impurities in dragon blood, but in the heart, Fanlin still does not like, at least not willing to use these to do experiments.
Maybe it's a good choice to give it to Rutherford.
It was clear that van Lin could not forget being attacked by Rutherford in his environment.
Thought of by an old vampire?
First there's Trevor, and then there's Rutherford. Can't you have something more beautiful, like a little sister?
Van Lim didn't say much. He just watched where slahorn was busy, and Harry just looked at them at a loss.
He put the bottle back in the cupboard and sighed. Then his eyes naturally fell on Harry.
”Oh,” he said, his big round eyes fixed on Harry's forehead with the lightning scar. ”Oh
”This one,” Dumbledore came forward to introduce, ”is Harry Potter. Harry, this is my old friend and colleague, Horace slahorn
Slaghorn turned to Dumbledore with a shrewd expression. ”You think that will convince me, don't you? So my answer is no, albus
As for Vaseline, srahorn ignored it directly. Maybe Dumbledore's behavior offended him. He pushed past Harry, and his face became firm, as if resisting some temptation.
”I said,” that's not very good. ” Van Lin murmured that since he knew the existence of the Horcrux and how to make it, the memory of Tom was not so important. However, Dumbledore still insisted on Lara srahorn, which made van Lin a little confused.
Well, Hogwarts really lacks a professor of potions.
”What's not so good?”
”I'll talk to you later.” ”I wish we could do something else, like going abroad, or going to an alchemy exchange or something, and bill sent me the latest record of the discovery,” Van Lin said
Harry's eyes lit up. ”You mean, we?”
”I don't know. It depends on Dumbledore.” Van Lin shrugged his shoulders. ”Maybe if I have a chance, I don't think it's useful to be honest here. In fact, I'm planning something...”
Obviously, Dumbledore didn't have the time to take care of the two of them, or didn't care?
”I think we can at least have a drink?” Asked Dumbledore. ”For the sake of old friendship.” Slaghorn hesitated. ”Well, have a drink then,” he said rudely, apparently not very happy with Dumbledore's request.
Dumbledore, smiling at Harry, led him and vaseline to the newly lit fireplace and oil lamp and sat down on a chair that looked just like the one srahorn had pretended to be.
Harry sat down and clearly felt Dumbledore wanted to make him more visible for some reason.
So when slahorn finished working on the bottles and jars and turned his face to the room again, his eyes immediately fell on Harry.
”Well,” he quickly looked away, as if afraid of hurting his eyes.
”Then -” he handed Dumbledore a glass, pushed the plate to Harry and van leen, and sank himself into the cushion of the newly restored sofa without saying a word.
His legs are so short that he can't even reach the floor.
”How are you, Horace?” Asked Dumbledore.
”Not so much,” srahorn replied immediately. ”Chest pain. I often have asthma. And rheumatism. It's not as flexible as I used to be. Well, that's expected. Old. I'm tired. ”
”But from the welcome ceremony you prepared for us, you were very quick,” said Dumbledore. ”You have less than three minutes, don't you?”
Slughorn, half grumpy and half proud, said, ”it's only two minutes. I was in the shower and didn't notice the alarm of the invasion curse. And, ”he added firmly, as if to pull himself back.” now I'm an old man, Albus, a tired old man who has the right to live a peaceful and secure life. ”
He does have them, Harry thought, looking around the room. It's boring and messy, but it's absolutely comfortable; there are soft chairs and footstools, wine and books, big boxes of chocolate and bulging cushions.
If Harry didn't know who lived here, he would have guessed that there was a rich, fastidious old lady.
”You're not as old as I am, Horace,” said Dumbledore.
”Well, maybe you should think about retirement yourself.” Said slahorn stiffly. His dim maroon eyes spotted Dumbledore's injured hand.
”I've noticed that you're not responding as well.”
”You're right,” Dumbledore said quietly. In the first World War of the Ministry of magic, his old friends naturally had access to news.”I have no denying that I am slower than before. But from another perspective... ” He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands, as if to say that time can compensate. Harry noticed that his uninjured hand was wearing a ring he had never seen before: it looked big, roughly made of gold and other things, with a dark black stone in the middle. Slaghorn's eyes moved a moment upstream of the ring, and Harry noticed a slight frown.
”Well, these precautions against intruders, Horace Is it for Death Eaters or for me? ” Asked Dumbledore.
”What do the Death Eaters want a poor, frail inflatable pad for?” Asked slahorn.
”I think they may be using your talent that you can't ignore to bully, torture and murder,” Dumbledore said. ”Do you really want to tell me they haven't come to recruit you yet?”
Slughorn looked at Dumbledore fiercely for a moment, then muttered, ”I didn't give them a chance. I've been wandering for a year. Never spent a full week in the same place. Moving from one Muggle house to another - the owner of the place is on holiday in the Canary Islands. It's very comfortable here and it's very sad to think about leaving. As long as you know what to do, it's easy, as long as you put a freezing spell on the automatic alarm bells they use to prevent burglars - they use this stupid thing instead of the camera - and make sure that the neighbors don't find you hiding in the piano they brought in. ”
”Very original,” Dumbledore said. ”But the pursuit of quiet life sounds like a hard job, especially for a poor, aging inflatable pad. And if you go back to Hogwarts -- ”
” if you want to tell me that my life can be more peaceful in that ruined school, you can save your energy, Albus! I've been hiding, but since Dolores Umbridge left, some interesting rumors have come to my ears! If that's the way you treat teachers now - ”