People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 367: New Potions Professor

Dumbledore didn't tell him that Avro would be coming too.

Harry straightened his clothes, smoothed his hair, and stood on the last step.

"We assume that you have cordially invited us in," said Dumbledore in a genial and easygoing tone as he stepped across the threshold.

Avro closed the door behind him.

"Good evening, Harry!" She took off her hood and greeted him with a smile.

Vernon seemed to be overwhelmed by Dumbledore's aura, and Petunia's face was full of horror.

"It seems that you have warmly invited us into the living room." Afro imitated Dumbledore's words before, passed the two silent people, and walked into the small living room.

"Aren't we going?" asked Harry anxiously.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and several goblets and some drinks appeared out of thin air on the coffee table in the living room.

"I have something to say to your uncle."

Vernon came in timidly and huddled on the sofa on the other side with his wife and son.

"Fifteen years ago, I cast a spell to protect Harry." Dumbledore raised his glass to them and took a sip of mead, "Only if he considered this his home."

Vernon instinctively turned his eyes away, frowning slightly.

"Although you reluctantly gave him a place to stay—"

Although Dumbledore's voice was easy and calm, and his face was free of anger, there was a chill about him.

The Dursleys shrank further.

"I hope you can get him back here before his seventeenth birthday."

The Dursleys remained silent, as if they were still pondering something.

Dumbledore straightened his black cloak and stood up, "It is time for us to go, Harry, let us pursue adventure."

Dumbledore Apparated with Harry and Aphrodite to the door of the Burrow.

Molly and Percy had been waiting for them for a long time.

"Good evening, Harry." Molly stepped forward and hugged Harry tightly as usual, looking over his shoulder and meeting Afro's eyes.

She let go of Harry and took Avro's hand, hugging her first and then patting her arm.

"What would you like to drink, Afro? I remember you like black tea. There is freshly made pudding in the kitchen. I'll go get it."

Afro felt that Aunt Molly seemed a little too enthusiastic tonight.

"Molly, we still have things to do." Dumbledore called out to the hurried Molly.

"It's already very late, you still want to go out?" Molly frowned and looked at the girl worriedly, "It's very dangerous outside now."

"I know, Molly." Dumbledore smiled and tied his cloak around his neck. "But the school is short of a teacher."

"What does that have to do with Avro? She's not even a member of Hogwarts staff yet."

"Yes, but she is an outstanding student representative and will definitely impress the teacher."

He pulled a pocket watch out of his robe, opened it and checked the time, "Oh, it's already twelve o'clock, we have to leave."

After saying that, Dumbledore grabbed Avro's arm and disappeared in front of them.

Molly helped Harry pick up his luggage and kept complaining about how Dumbledore didn't care about his students.

"Mom, you know about us." Percy pulled Harry behind him, and they were a long distance away from Molly.

Harry looked up at him nervously, but Percy looked calm, as if he wasn't worried about it.

"She only knows about us now, and no one else knows yet."

Harry looked at Molly, who treated him like her own son, and felt worried unconsciously.

"Aunt Molly, she—"

"Mom is not angry, and I think she has accepted this matter." Percy saw Molly standing on the stairs and quickened his pace. "After all, Mom likes Aphrodite very much."

Aphrodite, who experienced three Apparitions in one night, rubbed her ears. She felt that her ears were reluctant to leave the Burrow.

"This way." Dumbledore looked at Aphrodite with concern, then walked briskly into a path.

"How can I help?" Afro didn't know why Dumbledore wanted her to come. Could she really attract a teacher?

She is not a gold galleon.

They walked into a small stone house set in a garden. The house was in a mess, with all kinds of things thrown on the ground, as if it had been looted.

"It seems that there has been an attack here." Dumbledore walked carefully to the middle of the room and stood beside an overturned striped sofa. "My old friend does not seem to be here."

He said as he stabbed his wand into the couch, causing it to yelp.

"Good evening, Horace." Dumbledore stood up straight.

Horace climbed out of the sofa angrily, "It hurts so much, how did you recognize it?"

"Everywhere the Death Eaters have been is marked."

Horace slapped his forehead and finally found the loophole.

"Do you mind if I clean up, sir?" Afro couldn't help but speak as he looked at the room full of clutter.

Horace looked at the pretty girl curiously, then nodded politely, "Go ahead."

Aphrodite waved her wand and all the furniture jumped back into place.

"This is Aphrodite Campbell," Dumbledore introduced, "and this is my old friend, Horace Slughorn.

Hosra turned to Dumbledore, his face full of alertness, "I thought you were going to bring Harry Potter to convince me."

"I do think so, Horace." Dumbledore walked to the cupboard, took out three goblets and poured them into a pale yellow liquid, "but I know you won't agree to it."

Horace snorted and said hesitantly, "What's so special about her?"

"Aphrodite is an outstanding student. She got twelve distinctions in the OWL exams." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Well, it's an excellent result, but there are students who have obtained twelve excellent subjects before." Horace lowered his head and took a sip of his drink without caring.

"Aphrodite has also developed a magical potion that can heal all wounds caused by black magic attacks."

Hearing this, Horace pushed Dumbledore away, turned his face away resolutely, and said stiffly, "No! Do you think you can convince me with this?"

But he looked like he was resisting some temptation.

Afro finally understood why Dumbledore put himself in a prominent place.

"Can I use the bathroom?" Dumbledore stood up suddenly.

After he left, Horace turned his attention to Afro, "I know why he brought you here."

"The teacher must have many outstanding students." Afro looked at the shining photo frames on the cabinet, each of which had a vivid little man in it.

Horace had a smug smile on his face as he spoke of his students.

"…I haven't contacted them in a year."

"I think with Dumbledore here, Hogwarts is at least safe." Afro knew that Horace was reluctant to give up the life of being the center of attention, or it could be said that he was very lonely.

"Yeah, at least it's safe..."