HP: Embrace the Darkness

Dumbledore finally cleared a path in the house that could be walked without any obstacles. He wiped his slightly sweaty forehead, straightened his back, and secretly punched himself twice.

Sure enough, as you get older, you will feel a little uncomfortable bending down for a long time. It is better to be young, because you will not feel this way when you are young.

Dumbledore's face heated up as he recalled the past, and his thoughts began to wander.

Float onto another couple.

To be honest, he was a little worried about Snape's waist.

Although he is not sure about the positions of the two for the time being, no matter which position they are in, they are not very friendly to the waist.

Good luck to Severus.

Mr. Cavendish is still young!

So young and energetic!

Dumbledore sighed.

Harry, who was young and strong and had a healthy waist, could not sympathize with the pain of the elderly.

He straightened up and accompanied Dumbledore's bent waist, jumping up and down to study the traps in the house.

Dumbledore followed him slowly.

"Lumos!"

Harry's wand glowed brightly, illuminating the path under their feet. Dumbledore followed suit and extinguished his own wand, allowing the young man to work harder.

Harry found a door.

He tried knocking on the door with his wand.

He felt a knocking sensation on his hand. He looked at Dumbledore, and after getting Dumbledore's consent, he pushed the door open.

Behind the door is a living room.

A messy living room.

The reason why it was recognized as the living room was also due to the overturned cigarettes on the floor and the broken teapot for guests.

Harry looked around. The paintings hanging on the wall were torn to pieces, all dark red, and their original appearance could not be seen. He seemed to smell a bit of a stench on them.

"Sir, is this blood?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, and he missed every opportunity to teach Harry.

"Be careful, Harry. Seeing is believing requires all kinds of evidence, not what you see at first sight. I hope you will be more careful in the future. Gryffindor loves adventure, but while taking risks, we also You need to be extremely vigilant when taking risks.”

Harry felt that something was wrong with Dumbledore today, as if he was hinting or explaining his future affairs.

But how is it possible? How old...how old was Dumbledore?

One second Harry was laughing at himself for being ridiculous, and the next second he realized that he had no idea how old Dumbledore was now.

The savior was never one who could hold back his questions, so as soon as he thought about it, he asked.

"Sir, how old are you this year?"

"Harry, it's not polite to ask an old man his age." Dumbledore said evasively.

Harry recalled the article about Dumbledore he had read before and guessed: "Is it one hundred and ten years old?"

Dumbledore: "..."

He knew he was old, but there was no need for everyone to remind him.

Sighing, Dumbledore couldn't resist Harry's stubbornness and still raised four fingers.

"Maybe you should add that number."

"One hundred and fourteen years old?" Harry was very surprised and glanced back and forth distrustfully.

Dumbledore was amused, "Don't I look one hundred and fourteen years old?"

Harry's expression was complicated, "It still looks the same."

He just never thought that this powerful old man would die one day.

Dumbledore saw through Harry's disbelief, his eyebrows jumped, and he quickly corrected Harry's thoughts.

"Listen to me, Harry, no one can live forever, including me and Voldemort. We can live a little longer than ordinary wizards at most, but death is our destination. Death is not terrible. This is a new journey, just It takes a little courage."

Harry whispered "I know" in a low voice.

The true meaning of death needed to be understood by Harry himself. Dumbledore opened and closed his lips several times, but still did not put too much pressure on him, and walked to the center of the living room.

"Harry, this is not blood. Look here carefully." Dumbledore pointed to the overturned sofa.

Harry's eyes widened and he looked at the sofa in surprise, "Sir, what do you mean?"

The sofa seemed to have a bad premonition, and the fallen wool danced in the evening breeze.

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing, raised his wand and placed it on the back of the sofa.

The sofa flipped over to the other side with a "ouch" and twisted, turning into a fat old man with no hair like Voldemort. He lay on the ground and screamed, still complaining.

"Albus, you should really go to a Muggle hospital. It is said that sick Muggles need to be given injections there. Believe me, you are perfect for that."

"Long time no see, Horace. You still look so energetic. You actually played hide and seek in the evening." Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

The old man was very unconvinced and was unwilling to stand up. Various dissatisfaction words were still coming out of his mouth. Unfortunately, Dumbledore's smile never changed.

He finally closed his mouth and looked past Dumbledore to Harry, suddenly realizing.

"Albus, I'm not that easy to convince. Anyway, I won't be here now."

Dumbledore waved to Harry nonchalantly, and it was not until Harry stood up that he introduced the two of them.

"Harry, this is your mother's Potions Professor, Horace Slughorn. You can call him Professor Slughorn. I believe he is happy with it."

"Horace, this is Lily and James's child, I think you should be able to tell."

"Of course you can tell, they are so similar." Slughorn muttered.

He stood up, dusted himself off, turned his round eyes around Harry several times, and then looked firmly at Dumbledore.

"There's no need to call me Professor Slughorn. I never promised to be a professor again. Albus, you can't force me!"

Dumbledore was not surprised at all by his determination and just pointed around politely.

"You need my help. This is not the right place for us to talk."

Slughorn's chubby arms waved angrily, "I never said I wanted to talk to you, Albus, and I've already rejected you."

"Give us a chance to talk, Horace, I won't force you." Dumbledore was unmoved and still politely persuaded Slughorn.

Slughorn realized that for this reason, no matter how shameless Dumbledore was, he would not tell him to teach at Hogwarts, so he relaxed his guard and smiled with his round eyes.

"We can talk if you need to, but let's clean up the surroundings first."