Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

Dumbledore stood on the decorative fragments of the chandelier and shook his head casually: "Not necessarily..."

He turned and looked around the room, then poked the crooked back of the sofa with his wand.

At that moment, Harry heard a cry of pain.

Then the couch stood up.

It began to change, shrink, and finally transformed into a squat, white-haired wizard who looked very old.

"Is it necessary to be so cruel, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore smiled: "You have a good disguise, Horace."

The wizard nodded: "But you still saw through it. What's wrong?"

Dumbledore pointed to it: "The Dark Mark, if the Death Eaters really come, they will not forget to leave this."

Not only the wizard named Horace, Harry also suddenly realized that although he lived at the Dursleys during the summer vacation, Harry had also been paying attention to the Daily Prophet, and he knew how rampant the Death Eaters were now.

Dumbledore turned around and glanced at the messy room: "Want me to help clean it up?"

Horace nodded.

Then the two wizards waved their wands with their backs facing each other, and everything in the room returned to where it should go, as if starting a stage play. The broken pieces returned to their original state, and even the blood on the wall returned to a small glass. Inside the bottle.

Eventually, the room became a crowded, warm, slightly chaotic but comfortable place.

Horace raised the crystal vial in his hand and took a look: "It's a little dirty..."

Dumbledore asked casually: "What kind of blood is that?"

Horace shook his head: "Fire Dragon Blood, it's my last bottle, but I think my magic is working well."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, then walked to Harry: "Sorry for being busy talking, this is..."

Horace nodded, already noticing the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Harry Potter..."

The smile on Horace's face was extremely excited, and Harry couldn't understand it. Although almost all the wizards he met had some admiration for him, there was absolutely no such expression of interest.

"I heard what happened and he was really amazing..."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "Harry, this is my former colleague and old friend, Horace Slughorn."

Harry nodded to Slughorn: "Hello, Professor Slughorn."

Slughorn shook his head: "Don't call me that... I'm no longer a professor."

Dumbledore smiled, he naturally came here with a purpose, and now it seems that the plan is going very smoothly.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Although this request was strange, Slughorn just asked casually: "Got diarrhea?"

Dumbledore disappeared behind the bathroom door, and then Harry and Slughorn were the only two people left in the room.

The latter walked slowly to the front of the fireplace, with his back to the flame, as if he was roasting his butt or back with the fire.

Harry thought it was strange to think that it was summer, but it was midnight, and there was a certain dampness about it.

"You look so much like your father, except for your eyes..."

Harry nodded helplessly, of course he knew that his eyes were like his mother's. Almost everyone who knew them had said this in front of Harry, and he was a little bored hearing it.

Then Slughorn talked about his former students. He was once the dean of Slytherin. His students included Sirius's younger brother and others. Although Harry's parents were both Gryffindors, Although many, he is also one of Slughorn's best students.

Harry could feel that Slughorn liked to say this, but he still didn't understand why Dumbledore brought him here.

After a long time, Dumbledore came out of the bathroom.

He and Slughorn said a few words casually, then shook his head: "I should go."

Slughorn was very surprised.

Harry was a little strange. Slughorn seemed unwilling to talk to Dumbledore just now, but now he seemed very reluctant to let him leave.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to notice anything, and he took Harry out of the house.

Just as the two were about to walk onto the street and disapparate away, Harry heard Slughorn shouting from behind: "Okay, okay, I did it!"

Dumbledore smiled and turned around: "I'm glad you changed your mind, Horace. Then we'll see you again when school starts."

"Welcome to work at Hogwarts."

Then they walked together down the street and down the hill.

Harry glanced back at the house on the hillside, which was shrouded in mist and looked blurry.

"Professor Slughorn is the one who's going to be the Potions teacher?"

Dumbledore nodded: "He is a very special wizard. What he likes to collect is not treasures, but all kinds of students."

Harry sort of understood.

In fact, when talking to Slughorn just now, Harry had a vague feeling that he was very proud of his students and the benefits he got from their relationship. Now it seems that he is indeed so.

Then they stopped at a junction below the hillside.

Dumbledore let Harry take his arm, and the two disapparated again.

Although he already knew the feeling of Apparition this time, Harry still felt very bad.

But after seeing the lights of the Burrow, Harry felt better.

Dumbledore turned and glanced at the Burrow, then stopped: "I want to tell you something else."

Harry nodded, wondering why Dumbledore had to say it here.

Dumbledore looked down at Harry: "I hope I can teach you something alone next school year."

Harry was stunned for a moment.

He was excited, but confused.

Of course Harry was very happy to be taught by Dumbledore alone, but he didn't understand why Dumbledore suddenly did this.

"What will you teach me?"

Dumbledore looked up and looked around: "This and that, what can I teach you?"

Harry was a little confused, but knew that Dumbledore should know what to teach him.

Dumbledore didn't seem ready to say anything more on this matter.

He raised his head and glanced at the Burrow: "The kitchen light is still on, so let's give Molly a chance to lament that you are too thin."

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

Together they walked to the back door of the Burrow, and Dumbledore reached out to knock on the door.

Then they heard Mrs. Weasley's alert voice: "Who?"

"Dumbledore, I'm with Harry Potter."

Then the kitchen door opened and Mrs. Weasley was in the doorway.

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