Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"For the past time..." Slughorn said softly.

The big round eyes looked at Avon, Harry, Hermione, and the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Oh, the past is always worth remembering." He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Abs, these three are?"

"Harry Potter, Evan Mason, Hermione Granger, you should have heard of their names." Dumbledore introduced, pointing to Slughorn, "Children, this is One of my old friends and old colleague is Horace Slughorn."

"Avon Mason, Harry Potter?" Slughorn muttered. "Yeah, I heard it."

"Good evening, Professor!" said Ai Wen, bowing to Slughorn.

"Don't shout, child, I am not a professor. I haven't taught for many years." Slughorn immediately said that he seemed to be scared.

He was not watching Ai Wen, they turned to Dumbledore, and his face showed a stern expression.

"I know what you want to do, Albus, you think this will convince me, is it? I tell you, the answer is no!"

He said, his attitude resolutely turned his face to the side, as if he was resisting any temptation.

"But we can have at least one drink, don't you even refuse this?" Dumbledore said.

Upon hearing this sentence, Slughorn hesitated.

Then, his attitude said stiffly, "Okay, then have a drink."

Dumbledore smiled at them as he turned around and played with the bottles and cups.

He waved his wand and turned out three chairs, much like the one that Slughorn had just pretended, indicating that the three of them sat down.

Next to the chair was the just-fired fire and a bright oil lamp, and Avon sat in the middle, and Harry was on the other side of the oil lamp.

Dumbledore deliberately placed them in a prominent position, facing the position of Slughorn.

Sure enough, when he turned around, he could see them three at first sight.

"Hey!" He quickly removed his gaze as if he was afraid that his eyes would be hurt.

"Give!" He handed a cup to Dumbledore who had already sat down, and pushed the tray in front of Ai Wen.

Then he sat in a pile of cushions on the sofa he had just repaired, and his face fell silent.

"How, Horace, have you been bones lately?" asked Dumbledore.

"Not very good." Slughorn shook his head and immediately said, "I can't breathe, asthma, and rheumatism. The legs and feet are not as flexible as before. The pain is tormenting me. Oh, this is also expected. People are old and not used."

"However, you have prepared such a welcome scene in such a short period of time, and the action is definitely agile. Most wizards can't do this." Dumbledore said, "I think, you don't get the alarm time." Will it take more than three minutes?"

"Two minutes, I was taking a shower, and drinking a glass of wine by the way, it was definitely a little drunk, I didn't hear the alarm." Slughorn was half angry and said smugly, then he seemed to calm down again, "but It is undeniable that I am an old man, Albus, a tired old man, who has the right to live a quiet life and get some material enjoyment, as I told you before."

He is undoubtedly not lacking in material enjoyment, and even drinking specially brewed wines while drinking.

There is also a display in the room, which is crowded and chaotic, but no one will say that it is not comfortable.

In addition to the original Muggle owner's things, there are many obvious ones belonging to Slughorn, such as the exquisite set of wines, unique soft chairs, ottomans, books, and a box of chocolates and a A cushion of bulging sacs.

If you don't know who lives here, they will guess that it is a discerning lady.

Ai Wen knows that Slughorn is a very shrewd wizard with all the qualities of Slytherin and will enjoy it.

At the very least, all the wizards he knows know how to enjoy.

"You are not old enough for me, Horace," said Dumbledore.

"Maybe you should consider retiring yourself. I heard that there have been a lot of troubles recently." Slughorn said straight, his pale green eyes stared at Dumbledore's hand full of mantras. "It can be seen that your response is not as agile as it used to be."

"You are right." Dumbledore said calmly, shaking his sleeves up.

There, Evan saw that his arm was also covered with complex dark green spells.

They entangled each other and extended up the arm.

what is this?

Ivan has never seen such a mantra. He originally thought it was a magic rune. It seems that this is not the case now.

This seems to be a curse, not a spell damage that is simply caused by an accident.

"I am obviously slower than the past." Dumbledore said, "Dangerous magic experiments and adventures are no longer suitable for me, but it is also undeniable that the adventures are harvested a lot, and our current progress is beyond imagination. On the other hand..."

He shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands. He seemed to want to say that old age also has the advantage of being old.

But Slughorn was definitely not listening to what Dumbledore said, his eyes fell on Gunter's ring.

He frowned slightly and there were several wrinkles on his wide head.

Ai Wen remembers that 15-year-old Riddle told him and Dumbledore that Slughorn had seen such a ring.

The ring is now exactly the same as before, except that the Resurrection Stone is kept here.

Needless to say, the soul inside the ring is casual!

At the age of fifteen, Riddle, Slughorn’s most proud student must be watching him now.

But if he knew about it, or if Dumbledore would release Riddle, he would be scared to run away immediately.

The curses eventually all converge on the ring, or that it was originally spread from here.

Ai Wen couldn't help thinking, what did Dumbledore want to do? Does it involve the magic of Riddle's soul?

"So, Horace, all these security measures against the invaders, are they aimed at the Death Eaters, or against me?" asked Dumbledore.

"Hey, what is the use of the old bones that the Death Eater wants me to use?" Slughorn asked.

"I think they will want you to use your ingenuity for repression, torture and murder," said Dumbledore. "You are very good among them. Many of them respect you, aren't you? Dare to say that they have not come to pull you in?"

The Death Eaters, especially the original Death Eaters, most of Voldemort's original team were Slytherin students.

At that time, Slughorn was their dean, and he had a very good set of people.

Slughorn stunned Dumbledore for a moment, then whispered, "I have never given them a chance. For a year, I have been in the wrong place, staying in one place for never more than a week. From a field of hemp The melon house moved to another Muggle house, and the owner of the house is on vacation in the Canary Islands."

"Hey, I live here very comfortably, I really can't leave. You have to know that this is not really difficult. Once you find the trick, it's very easy. They don't have to look at the mirror, but with those ridiculous burglar alarms, you just have to Apply a frozen spell on it, and don't let the neighbors see it when you move the piano."