HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 264 Slughorn

After the Apparition, Harry felt very uncomfortable and stood there frozen, wanting to vomit or not.

He took a few deep breaths, inhaled the cold night air, and gradually came to his senses.

Gloria didn't react and took in where they had arrived, a dilapidated village square that seemed to be abandoned.

"Are you all right?" Dumbledore asked them.

"It's okay..." Harry wiped away his natural tears.

"It looks like we have to keep going." Gloria said, "He's staying in such a shabby place."

Horace Slughorn, a man who loved to enjoy life, used his powerful student connections to live a very comfortable life. Except for last year when Dumbledore announced that Voldemort had returned, there had been no news of him for a long time.

Dumbledore said with a half-smile: "This old friend must have been frightened these days..."

If high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic could be attacked, not only Slughorn was afraid, the Ministry of Magic was also very alert, and all high-ranking officials were on guard.

"Who?" Harry was the only one who didn't know who he was looking for.

"I'm here to invite an old friend who has been retired for many years back. Hogwarts is still short of a professor, and it must be confirmed before the start of school." Dumbledore said, "You can call him Mr. Slughorn, and if everything goes well, he will be a professor."

"Why do we have to come here to see the professor?" Harry was puzzled.

Dumbledore said vaguely: "I think you all have a chance to be useful. Come here--"

He asked again: "Does your scar still hurt?"

Harry subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch the scar, but he held back, "No, it hasn't hurt since then."

Dumbledore chuckled. "It seems that he realized that your ability to enter his mind silently was dangerous, so he used Occlumency on you."

Gloria smiled. "He is worthy of being called the savior for being able to do this."

Harry murmured, "I wish I had it that way."

He didn't want to experience any dream that had anything to do with Voldemort again.

Maybe because he was bored, Harry asked about the recent events in the Ministry of Magic. He had been paying attention to the Daily Prophet. Not only in the wizarding world, but also in the Muggle world, there were a lot of troubles, but they were packaged as natural disasters or accidents.

As they were talking, they came to a house, which was unlit and dark like the other houses, but the chain on the front door was broken and the door was hanging crooked, showing that it had been broken into violently.

Harry immediately thought of the actions of the Death Eaters, "Principal Dumbledore..."

He suspected that the people inside had met with an accident or had escaped with difficulty.

"Go in and take a look first." Dumbledore drew his wand, "You all take out your wands."

Harry took the wand and said uncertainly, "But we are underage and cannot use magic outside."

Gloria said angrily: "What kind of situation is this? Why are you still following these rules?"

Harry kept silent, and Dumbledore said, "As the headmaster, I allow you to use your wand to protect yourself outside."

When I entered the house, it was in a mess, as if it had been devastated by a hurricane.

"It doesn't look good. There was a struggle here."

Dumbledore said as he looked around and Harry checked carefully as well.

Gloria looked around and felt that this didn't look like a wizard's home. There weren't many magical items. Perhaps Slughorn had hidden in a Muggle's home.

For wizards, no matter how messy this place becomes, they can restore it to its original state with just a few spells.

Dumbledore was talking to Harry when there was a cry of surprise and a chair turned into the shape of a human.

The bald old man squatted on the ground, holding his stomach, "Ouch, Dumbledore, you stabbed me really hard."

Harry hurried to stand next to Gloria, while Dumbledore began to chat with Slughorn.

"Is he the Mr Slughorn?" asked Harry.

"Well, he used to be the headmaster of Slytherin House." Gloria paused and did not mention that he used to teach Potions. "It was only after he left that Professor Snape became the headmaster."

The two old men over there were chatting while restoring the deliberately decorated room to its original state.

Gloria held Harry's head down to avoid a crystal that flew back onto the chandelier.

"Introducing, Gloria, and Harry." When the room was almost restored, Dumbledore turned around and introduced the two of them.

"I know what you mean." Slughorn's eyes moved back and forth between them, finally settling on Gloria. "This is... the Slytherin."

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction, "Okay, can I use the bathroom?"

"Uh—down the hall, it's the second door on the left."

Dumbledore walked over quickly, looking very anxious.

Slughorn then turned his gaze to Harry. "You really look like your father, but your eyes..."

"Same as my mother's," said Harry. "I know."

"Your mother, Lily Evans, is one of the smartest students I have ever met, and although I often say that she should be in my house, the little girl never gives me a polite answer."

Harry frowned, "You're a Slytherin."

How could his mother go there?

Slughorn adjusted his collar with his stubby fingers. "Yes, you are a Gryffindor student. You are also from that house. Your parents and godfather are all Gryffindors."

"Speaking of Sirius Black..." Slughorn turned his gaze back to Gloria, "His brother, Regulus Black, was not so rebellious. After entering Slytherin House, he joined my club. If both brothers..."

Seeing Gloria's calm eyes, he stopped chattering.

After a few seconds, Gloria said, "I'm very happy that someone still remembers my father. Mr. Slughorn can just call me Gloria. No one will call me by my last name."

This seemed to open up Slughorn's mouth. "I can't believe there is a Slytherin standing in front of me. In fact, I wanted to meet you when your identity was revealed, but I was no longer a professor at the school at that time, and I didn't know your home address."

Gloria smiled but said nothing.

Slughorn was stunned for a moment, then said, "Your chin and mouth really do resemble your father."

"Yes," Gloria said, "other than that, I am more like my mother."

"Your father is different from his brother. They look very similar, but their personalities are completely different." Slughorn seemed to be lost in memory. "Although he was sorted into Slytherin College and came from the noble Black family, he was not arrogant. On the contrary, he was very calm. It was a pity that Sirius went to Gryffindor and had a lot of opinions about Slytherin. The two brothers often quarreled."

Gloria was quite moved and decided to look for more images of her father in his memory later.

When Slughorn tried to speak again, his expression froze.

Harry had no intention of interrupting her, and he could see that Gloria was moved, but seeing this, he couldn't help but shout, "Mr. Slughorn?"

At this time, the bald fat old man seemed to come to his senses, "Yes?"

Golinia completed her task, and Gloria's slender pupils returned to normal.