HP Magic Biography

Working for Voldemort! was a harsh word, at least in Slughorn's ears.

Voldemort, a name that can't even be said, let alone...

In fact, Harry had been convinced that Slughorn, like other wizards, could not stand calling out Voldemort's name, and sure enough: Slughorn shivered, and Harry ignored his protesting cries.

I suppose if Dumbledore were Headmaster, the faculty would be safer than most; isn't he the only one Voldemort is afraid of? Harry went on.

Slughorn stared skyward for a moment: he seemed to be thinking about what Harry had said.

This had to make Fan Lin look at Harry with admiration. When did Harry become so...eloquent?

I don't know if it counts, at least, to Slughorn, Harry's words are still very harsh. According to his thinking, he should keep avoiding like this.

Well, yeah, the One Who Must Not Be Named never tried to take on Dumbledore, he muttered reluctantly. Since I didn't join the ranks of the Death Eaters, the devil who can't even mention the name can't count me as a friend...In this case, it's safer for me to stay closer to Albus...I Can't pretend that Amelia Bones' death didn't shock me...if even she, with all the ties and protections to the Ministry...

I can't believe it, Mr. Slughorn. I think you haven't contacted anyone for a long time. Fan Lin said a little funny, but after speaking, he still corrected his attitude.

Contact? Slughorn was a little dazed, I'm sorry, but I think this may bring me...

Dangerous? Oh, of course, based on your experience as the Head of Slytherin House...or in other words, you are still remembered by many people. Fan Lin said, looking at old Slughorn with a smile.

Although Fan Lin does not agree with Dumbledore's goal, in fact, Fan Lin will never object to an excellent Potions professor. At least, Hogwarts needs someone to replace Professor Snape , and examples like Quirrell, Barty Jr., and Tafel are still very bad for the current Hogwarts.

To be invaded by Death Eaters, one Severus Snape is enough, too many people will cause bad things.

In fact, Fan Lin felt that there was no need to continue Professor Snape's mission. However, Voldemort could not understand the details of Hogwarts, and this status quo would at least continue until a solution was found.

What do you mean? Slughorn paused, and then turned to Fan Lin. 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 before... Slughorn inexplicably felt a little familiar, You are...

Hogwarts student, oh, of course, you may be more interested in another identity.

Another identity? Slughorn was a little confused, What is it?

A member of the Order of the Phoenix, sir. Fan Lin said lightly, which made Harry a little jealous. He is not yet a full-fledged member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Fan Lin has become a decision maker. As Min and Sirius occasionally revealed in their letters, the gap between them was worlds apart.

Fortunately, the dream that troubled him has been alleviated now, and Dumbledore came to pick him up, wouldn't it be...

It's impossible. How could Dumbledore drag children of your age into the Order of the Phoenix, except for Harry Potter...

Actually, sir, I didn't join the Order of the Phoenix... Harry said with some embarrassment, Actually, I wanted to, but Dumbledore thought I was too young, and there was a part of the reason...

That's enough, Harry. Fan Lin said, But it seems that Mr. Slughorn is really lacking in the current situation... oh,

I mean, the information block...

What do you mean, and, are you really a member of the Order of the Phoenix? Slughorn asked, looking very serious, with the attitude of an elder.

Oh, in fact, none of this is 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... ...

Don't care what the name is, I mean, what do you mean by what you say, I don't know what?

I believe you will understand. Fan Lin said indifferently, As for your ability to teach you, I believe that no one will underestimate you, professor, and, as far as I know, you are very popular among students. Professor Dumbledore, of course, is also very outstanding in potions. Dumbledore has always told me that your Potions Professor Dumbledore can't find another person to replace you. He left Hogwarts. Definitely a great loss for Hogwarts.

He really said that? Slughorn's eyes lit up, and he lightly 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 just an old man's last insistence. I hope it's so stable...

Stable? Fan Lin said a little strangely, For example, those dragon's blood? Or, your super defensive awareness?

Slughorn's hand stopped, and the goblet that was 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, most of them came from Of course, I don't mean to belittle, but you should have taught many of them, as you said, the Black family, or Malfoy, Carla, Goyle, Besides... Barty Crouch Jr.?

Fan Lin didn't say the name Tom Riddle, he could guarantee that if Tom was mentioned in front of Slughorn, the conversation would definitely explode.

What do you want to say, kid? Slughorn said unnaturally. In fact, there are quite a few excellent collections of his among them, and after Fan Lin said it, he felt a sense of helping others?

As for whether it is a feeling or not, only Slughorn himself knows.

I mean, professor, I believe everyone is aware of your excellence and strength. Naturally, the necessary invitation, as their former teacher, will never be lacking.

What nonsense are you talking about, I didn't...

Oh, don't deny it, professor, this is not an insult, is it? Fan Lin said, Naturally, it is essential to invite you to join.

Oh... oh, well, I admit, I have received it, but I did not refuse, but chose to leave...

You have already declined, Professor Slughorn. Fan Lin said, I believe you know Tom's subordinates better than anyone else, oh, to be exact, the way those Death Eaters handle things, surrender, or Destruction, Professor, in my opinion, evasion cannot solve any problems, or, a good example is right in front of us, isn't it?

who?

Minister Cornelius Fudge! Fan Lin said firmly, And, as far as I know, you had a good relationship with many students during your school days. You know who I'm talking about.

You are...

I'm stating a fact, Professor. Fan Lin replied with a smile, It seems that you are in some danger.

Harry looked at Fan Lin in a daze.

what is this? threaten?

may be……

Harry felt a little terrified. Whenever, Fan Lin also... seems to be like this all the time, there are always many... um, means?

I have to tell you something, Professor Slughorn. Seeing Slughorn with an ugly face in front of him, Fan Lin couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. In other words, he still overestimated Slughorn's mental capacity. Or, underestimated Voldemort's influence in everyone's mind?

What is it?

We've played each other at the Ministry of Magic, of course you know who I'm referring to.

I know, I know, and then?

Harry and I hurt Voldemort head-on, and Dumbledore... Before Van Lin finished speaking, Dumbledore entered the room again, and Slughorn jumped up, as if he had forgotten that he was in the house.

Oh, there you are, Albus, he said awkwardly. You squatted for a long time. Diarrhea?

No, I was just reading Muggle magazines, said Dumbledore.

I really like those weaves. Well, we've been trespassing on Horace's home long enough; I think it's time to say goodbye.

Harry jumped up without saying a word, while Fan Lin nodded to Dumbledore and got up to leave. Slughorn seemed to have just recovered.

Are you leaving?

Yeah, that's true. I knew I was doomed when I saw you.

Doomed to fail...?

Slughorn looked disturbed. While fiddling with his fat thumb, he looked at them fidgetingly. Dumbledore was fastening his traveling cloak, while Harry was zipping up his jacket. folds, waiting for Dumbledore to lead them off.

Well, I'm really sorry you don't want the job, Horace, said Dumbledore, holding up his hand in a farewell gesture.

Hogwarts will be delighted to see you back to work. Although we have increased security greatly, you are always welcome if you want to come.

Yes... ok... that's too modest... as I said...

Goodbye, then.

Goodbye, Harry added.

Then, professor, I wish you good luck. Fan Lin seemed to bow to his previous offense, but in fact, he got up and left faster than everyone else.

As they reached the front door, there was a roar behind them.

Okay, okay, I'll do it! Dumbledore turned to Slughorn, who was standing panting in the living room door.

Are you willing to come out of the mountain again?

Yes, yes, said Slughorn impatiently. I must be crazy, but, I said yes.

Fantastic, said Dumbledore cheerfully. Then, Horace, we shall meet on the first day of September.

Yeah, I think you will, grunted Slughorn. Slahn's voice came from behind again as they walked toward the garden path. I want a raise, Dumbledore!

Dumbledore chuckled. The garden gate swung shut behind them, and they set off down the hill through the gloom and swirling mists.

Well done, Harry, said Dumbledore.

I didn't do anything, Harry said in surprise. It's Fan Lin, he seems to be...

I didn't say anything. Fan Lin shook his head, obviously he didn't want to take on this matter, he was very clear about Dumbledore's plan, not to mention, this was Harry's experience.

Oh you did. You told Horace how much he would get if he returned to Hogwarts. Do you like him? Dumbledore continued to speak to Harry indifferently.

Uh... Harry didn't know if he liked Slughorn or not. He had his lovability too, but he seemed a bit negative, and despite Slughorn's own rebuttals, he was too surprised that a Muggle-born could make a good wizard.

Horace, said Dumbledore, so that Harry would not have to continue to think about what to say, likes his comfortable life. He also likes to associate with famous, successful and powerful people. He enjoys the A feeling that can affect these people. He never wanted to take the throne himself; he prefers to stay behind the scenes - there is more room for talent, you know. He used to be very selective at Hogwarts Selecting students he likes carefully, sometimes for their ambition and brains, sometimes for their charm and talent, he has a secret knack for picking out students who will later lead in various fields. He Reese built a he-centered society for his favorite students, introducing them to each other, forming all sorts of useful connections among members, and always getting something in return, whether it was a box of his favorite The free pineapple candied fruit I like is also a chance to recommend his young members to work in the goblin liaison office.

Harry's mind suddenly had a vivid image of a huge, bloated spider, weaving a dense web around it, pulling the silk from time to time to pull the big, juicy flies closer to him. Some.

I tell you all this, continued Dumbledore, not to turn you against Horace - perhaps, we must now call him Professor Slughorn - but to keep you on your toes. He'll no doubt want you to join his society, Harry. You'll be a jewel in his collection: The Boy Who Lived...or, as they're called these days, The One.

After hearing these words, a chill that had nothing to do with the surrounding fog spread over Harry. It reminded him of the words he had heard a few weeks earlier, words that had been so special and terrifying to him: that two men cannot live, only one survives. . . . Dumbledore stopped in his tracks.

Just get here, Harry, and grab my arm. Harry braced himself for Apparating, but still felt uncomfortable. When the oppressive feeling disappeared, he found that he could breathe again. At this moment, he was standing on a country road with Dumbledore beside him. Looking ahead, he could see a curved silhouette, which was his second Favorite building: The Burrow. Even though a sense of dread had just swept through his body, his emotions rose immediately at the sight.

Ron was there... and Mrs. Weasley, who cooked better than anyone else Harry knew...

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