HP Shavings Wizard

Watching the young wizard using sugar-coated bullets to seduce his old colleague, Dumbledore leaned against Grindelwald with an almost silent smile.

Grindelwald hugged him back, half smiling, "It seems our cunning little bastard is very good at this."

Dumbledore looked up and met Grindelwald's smiling eyes. He blinked and whispered, "Perhaps a Slytherin knows how to impress a Slytherin."

Now his evaluation of Slytherin was unusually calm.

Faced with his lovely daughter - well, sometimes she was a little dangerous and hard to conceal with filters, but this fruit of love was still very cute in the eyes of powerful fathers most of the time - so as the old headmaster of Gryffindor, it was rare for him to stop having a negative impression of Slytherin.

A shrewd and cunning little snake with a lot of cleverness.

If she doesn't act naughty on purpose and chooses to help you, she is simply the most caring child.

Alison on the other side unscientifically pulled out a large bag of candied pineapple from her small two-dimensional pocket and stuffed it into Professor Slughorn's hand.

This is blatant bribery!

The heavy bag of candied pineapple fruit was so heavy that it fell down. Slughorn hurriedly caught the bag of candied pineapple fruit, with a trace of struggle on his face.

The golden yellow pieces of candied pineapple with large, beautiful ruffled edges like petals exude a rich sweet and sour aroma of pineapple, refreshing the mind and the taste rushes straight into the nasal cavity.

“……!!!!!”

Slughorn suffered critical damage.

Even if he received gifts from students, or even if he bought them himself, the most he would get was a box of his favorite candied pineapple - and a box was a relatively rare occurrence.

Because there is no need to get so many at once, gold galleons still need to be distributed reasonably. Besides, you can still buy more after you finish eating them, and you don’t have to worry about storage issues.

But then again…

Holding such a large bag in both hands caused a great psychological impact on him.

Slughorn felt as happy as a flower holding them.

If you can take them...

Anyway, he wanted to find another job to earn some money to supplement his extravagant life expenses, and he also learned that the person whose name must not be mentioned would never come back...

Of course, the comfortable school environment he was used to would be better, and he could also resume his previous hobbies of cultivating elites, interacting with important people, and making friends and connections.

The positions of Potions Professor and Slytherin Headmaster were vacant, and Professor Albus and Professor Grindelwald came to invite him personally, showing great sincerity...

and……

The chubby old walrus glanced at Alison, who seemed to be a bit difficult to talk to, and his already undetermined heart was shamefully shaken.

It seems he can't refuse.

This guy should follow his heart.

The little red-haired wizard continued to add to the bet, proudly saying, "You will become the dean of a Grindelwald school, and you will also be a colleague of Professor Grindelwald. Hogwarts also has the 'Boy Who Lived'..."

The previous words had the opposite effect, and Slughorn's face gradually turned pale.

He didn't even dare to mention the name of Voldemort, his former student, or get close to him. Even if he had more courage, he wouldn't dare to consider the dangerous Alison and the old devil as part of his "connections".

However, when he heard "The Boy-Who-Lived", his expression changed slightly.

Not only because of the fame of that little wizard, but also because...

That is the son of an old friend.

The child of his favorite student Lily, and he still feels guilty about it...

Harry's presence seemed to have touched a nerve in Slughorn.

He took a deep breath, put the candied pineapple on the sofa next to him, and snatched the bottle of eight-eyed giant spider venom from Alison.

"Deal! I'll do it!"

Once the words are spoken and the things are received, it is hard to regret.

Slughorn seemed to have used up all his strength and slumped on the sofa. Only his round, bulging eyes were still moving with a cleverness that was not too annoying.

Dumbledore chuckled, not surprised, and just said, "Well, welcome, Horace. Welcome back to Hogwarts!"

Being caught off guard by the sudden arrival of this family of three, Slughorn agreed, but was still a little dissatisfied, so he muttered: "I will ask for a raise, Albus!"

Things that can be solved with money are not a big deal for any of the three members of the family who are not short of money. At most, it will be troublesome when going through the Hogwarts Finance Department. However, that is the work that the hardworking and capable Vice Principal Professor Cat Cat handles. Moreover, the school director Lucius has already given in and will not cause trouble again.

Dumbledore almost laughed at this soft, shrewd little revenge, which felt like a cat's scratch.

The old principal winked playfully and good-temperedly acquiesced to his old colleague's unreasonable request.

He stood up, took Grindelwald's arm, and made a farewell gesture.

"Well, we have bothered you for a long time, and it is time to say goodbye. As soon as possible, dear Horace, Severus is still waiting - perhaps you would like to see him before he leaves?"

Twenty years ago, when Professor Snape was a teenager, he and Lily were both geniuses in potions and the most valued pupils of the old professor among that group of students.

Moreover, Snape was a promising young man who had already grown up in his own Slytherin House.

Although after the rumor that this promising young man had joined the Death Eaters, the contact gradually faded - Slughorn really didn't dare to get involved in anything related to "Tom".

But now the nightmare is over and I feel relieved.

Slughorn forced himself to calm down and nodded, agreeing to the proposal. He planned to meet his favorite student, the youngest Potions Master.

Alison followed her fathers as they left, and the garden door closed automatically behind them.

Dumbledore walked down the road with Grindelwald on his arm, but he was not in a hurry to Apparate immediately.

He looked up and gazed toward the horizon.

It's a sunny day, a nice one.

"Do you like him very much, Alison?"

Alison's attitude towards Professor Slughorn was obviously unusually gentle - even if she still threatened him, it was much gentler than her attitude of not caring about letting Severus help her clean up the mess.

Alison was lazing around in the sun and almost made a muffled gurgling sound in her throat.

"Not bad? At least compared to the gloomy face of dear Professor Snape, who doesn't like a kind old walrus? He is so hard to dislike."