The Druid Master of Hogwarts

Dumbledore led the two of them past an empty tavern and several houses, then turned a street corner and passed a telephone booth and a bus shelter.

Then they walked up a steep, narrow street lined with rows of houses.

"Professor, why can't we Apparate directly to your old colleague's house?" Harry couldn't help asking, seeing that they had not arrived after so long.

"Because that would be as rude as kicking open the door of someone's house," Dumbledore explained. "Politeness requires us to offer other wizards the chance to reject us. However, most wizarding houses have magic against unwelcome ones. Apparitioners. Like, at Hogwarts…”

"...no Apparition is allowed in the castle or the grounds," Harry snapped. "Hermione told me."

"She's right. Let's turn left again."

Harry still wondered: why didn't Dumbledore think it was rude to visit his old colleague so late?

However, he did not continue to ask, but followed behind Dumbledore and turned into another straight side street.

After crossing the street, they stopped in front of the gate of a neat little stone house set in a garden.

"This is it," said Dumbledore.

Then they followed the well-maintained path behind the gate to the front door of the house.

Dumbledore stepped forward and knocked on the door, which opened in response.

Behind the door was a long and narrow porch, with delicate candlesticks hanging from the walls on both sides, and the white candles on the candlesticks were emitting a warm glow. On the left side of the porch, a door was open, and a brighter light shone through.

Dumbledore shook his robes and strode into the living room, Fish and Harry naturally following.

It's a cramped, cluttered living room, littered with ottomans, ottomans, drinks and books, boxes of chocolates and bulging cushions.

There's also an expensive-looking grandfather clock and a piano, a gleaming chandelier similar to Blake's on the ceiling, and beautiful wallpaper on the walls.

At the other end of the living room, there is a writing desk with some silver photo frames on it, all of which are pictures of a fat bald old man with other people.

And the fat old man was holding a glass of red wine at the moment, sitting comfortably in an armchair and watching them.

"Long time no see, Albus, my friend." The fat old man with a walrus-like silver-white beard raised his glass and gestured to Dumbledore, but the man still sat on the chair and did not stand up. Somewhat rude.

However, Dumbledore didn't care about such a small problem. He greeted affectionately: "How is it, Horace, how are you recently?"

Slughorn's eyes kept going back and forth between Fish and Harry, and instead of answering his question immediately, his expression appeared to be struggling.

This puzzled Harry, why should such a simple question take so long?

But Dumbledore seemed to have expected it long ago. Without waiting for him to answer, he brought Fish and Harry to the sofa full of cushions and sat down, and introduced: "This is one of my An old friend and colleague named Horace Slughorn. The two of them, I don't think you are familiar with them?"

"Of course, of course..." Slughorn looked at the two in a trance, and said in his mouth as if he was raving: "The famous 'Natural Animagus' Fish McGonagall, and 'The Boy Who Lived' Harry Potter..."

"Hello meow!"

(?ΦwΦ?)?

Fish greeted politely.

"Hello." Harry nodded kindly to him.

"Okay, you win, Albus." Slughorn sighed helplessly and conceded, "I agree."

Both Fish and Harry were a little confused by this endless remark, but Dumbledore smiled happily, and he confirmed, "Are you willing to come back to work?"

"Yeah, yeah," Slughorn looked impatient, and then he asked hesitantly, "That...that person...is real, right?"

Even though he said it in a very condescending way, Harry had guessed what he meant.

And Dumbledore was the same, he nodded, "I think you should know me, Horace. And...you should know him too." He said pointedly.

Slughorn's expression changed slightly, then he fiddled with his two fat thumbs uneasily, and lowered his head, avoiding Dumbledore's gaze.

"I-I don't understand what you're talking about..." He incoherently tried to change the subject, "Oh, by the way, do you want something to drink? To commemorate my tenure, oh no, to celebrate the old days …”

The more he said, the more wrong he simply stood up and walked towards the sideboard in a slightly embarrassed manner.

"Professor?" Harry cast a questioning look at Dumbledore.

However, Dumbledore just waved his hand gently without explaining much.

Soon Slughorn came back with a silver tray and regained his composure.

As he distributed the drinks on the tray to the three of them, he said, "Come and taste, this is a good wine that Suzeta Galina gave me, you should know how big her wine business is... You guys The two should be underage, so let's have a butterbeer!"

"No!" ×2

Dumbledore and Harry stopped in unison.

"You wouldn't want to see Fish drinking, Horace," said Dumbledore meaningfully.

And Harry nodded his head beside him, "Give Fei... just a glass of milk, or water!"

Fish: "..."

(?w?)

Although the cat also knows that he can't drink, but...

Why do you suddenly want to try again?

He stared badly at the glass in front of Dumbledore, and his heart fluttered.

Fortunately, Slughorn had already exchanged two glasses of milk at this time, and the sweet smell successfully diverted the cat's attention.

"Okay, Albus," Slughorn said after clinking glasses with Dumbledore softly, "I promised to teach at Hogwarts, but you have to promise me, It doesn't put me in danger."

"Why do you think so, Horace?" Dumbledore tasted the wine in his glass, smack his lips with satisfaction, and said, "It's not that you accept my invitation, it means that you are the Order of the Phoenix. member of , but refused Voldemort's invitation, he will definitely not let you go..."

He looked at Slughorn with a half-smile, and said, "If my information is not wrong, you have been missing for the past year, never staying in one place for more than a week, and rarely with you. Those 'favorites' contacts...it doesn't look like you. Let me guess...the Death Eaters have approached you?"

"I don't know if he's a Death Eater!" Slughorn said angrily, and slammed the glass in his hand on the table, splashing a lot of liquor, "but the man's tone, It's almost the same as the Death Eaters back then, otherwise why do you think I would believe your statement so easily?"

"You are still as cautious as ever." Dumbledore said slightly sarcastically, shaking the glass in his hand.

"These days, prudent wizards can live more comfortably." Slughorn didn't care, he was this kind of pleasure-seeking personality, and he never shied away from it.

"If you want to live comfortably, I don't think Hogwarts will let you down." Dumbledore smiled: "At least it's much more comfortable than your current life of moving once a week, Much more secure."

"Hopefully..." Slughorn drank the wine in his glass, then looked at Fish and Harry with a complicated expression, "I promised you anyway, didn't I?"

If it wasn't for being fascinated by these two (mainly Fish), how could he have agreed to Dumbledore so easily!

Unwilling, Slughorn decided to make up for it in other ways.

So he started a new round of dialogue with Dumbledore about his treatment. It's just that Dumbledore, who has already received his affirmative answer, resolutely rejected his unreasonable request.

"Then, Horace, we'll see you on the first of September." After some argument, Dumbledore put down his glass, stood up and said goodbye.

"Okay, no problem." Slughorn said, "But... can't the salary be negotiated?"

"Of course not. The salary of professors in the school is stipulated." Dumbledore gently but firmly refused again: "I have already given you the highest salary within the allowable range."

"Oh... well... I should talk to you about the salary before agreeing." Slughorn was obviously still not very satisfied with his current salary.

"Albus, the price of enjoying the holidays as a professor at Hogwarts is that you will earn less money... right?"

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After Dumbledore left Slughorn's house with Fish and Harry, the cat raised his head and asked with a serious face.

Dumbledore: "..."

broken! Forget about kidnapping Fisher to work at the school!

...

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