The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

"call--"

While taking a deep breath, Link stared at Phoenix Fox, who was preening his feathers in front of him.

"I really envy you, Professor Dumbledore, for having such a magical creature as the phoenix Fawkes." Link smiled, "I sigh every time I am teleported by Fawkes, this is definitely the smoothest teleportation I have ever received .”

Phoenix Fox seemed to understand Link's praise, and spread its wings happily.

But Dumbledore spread his hands and said:

"I remember that you seem to have learned the apparition spell, and the level is not low."

"That's right, I did learn it." Link spread his hands, "But learning the Apparation Charm doesn't mean it can alleviate the pain during its transmission. In fact, I just got used to it."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement when he heard the words, and then quickly put Phoenix Fox away.

This action left Link speechless.

He didn't expect Dumbledore to be so stingy.

As soon as he heard that he was interested in Phoenix Fox, he immediately put Phoenix away and didn't even allow him to look at it.

Shaking his head helplessly, Link looked at the surrounding environment.

The place where he and Dumbledore were standing now looked like the yard of some abandoned village, with an old war memorial in the center and some benches.

In the distance, there is an empty tavern and a few houses.

Due to wasting too much time at Hogwarts waiting for Dumbledore to work, it was completely dark now.

Judging by the clock of a nearby church, the time was nearly twenty-two.

Link and Dumbledore asked as they walked out:

"where is this place?"

"The charming village of Budley Barberton, Link, is also where Professor Slughorn lives."

Dumbledore said indifferently, taking advantage of the situation and took Link to turn a corner.

Link looked at the dark village in front of him and sighed:

"He really knows where to go.

"

He has already scanned this place with his mental power.

As a result, the combined population of the entire town did not exceed 300.

Not only that, more than half of the population of less than 300 are elderly.

This kind of small town with such a serious population outflow may be easy to find in later generations, but it is really rare in this day and age.

"But I still have a question," Link said again, "Since you already know the exact location of his home. Then why don't you let Phoenix Fox send us directly to his home?"

"Because that would be as rude as kicking open the door of someone else's house." Dumbledore said lightly, "and his mansion has an anti-Apparition spell attached."

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't think a normal anti-apparition spell would work on a phoenix, nor would anyone go out and set up an anti-apparition spell to ward off a phoenix. As for your rudeness, I don't think so. Just rely on our..."

Link stopped talking suddenly in the middle of speaking.

In fact, his memory of Professor Slughorn in his previous life was somewhat blurred.

This allowed him to only know the general information of Professor Slughorn. As for things like residence and attitude, they were basically vague.

And after Dumbledore's obviously wrong answer, he also realized a possibility.

"You mean, this Horace Slughorn, he doesn't welcome us?"

Link said with a blank expression.

"To be precise, I'm not welcome." Dumbledore smiled wryly. "He thinks there must be no good for me appearing in front of him."

Link didn't speak, but a flash of approval flashed in his eyes.

Dumbledore was indeed very ruthless in cheating people.

The most important thing is that he has the ability to make you have nothing to say when you are cheated.

Because he is often not for his own benefit, but for this magical world.

To realize this is enough to show that Horace Slughorn was quite wise.

If Dumbledore noticed Link's current emotional change, he would probably faint from anger.

But at this moment, all his attention was focused on a lonely small villa not far away.

He took Link to continue walking for a while, and then he stood in front of the small villa and said:

"Okay, here we are."

"Luminescence flickering."

Link lit his wand.

Under the dipping of the milky white halo, the whole small villa is very clear.

It was a neat little stone house set in a garden.

The overall feeling is warmth and tranquility, and the other is ordinary.

Ordinary to the point that it is almost indistinguishable from the house of a typical Muggle family.

This kind of ordinary is the biggest special in the wizarding society.

Because most wizards always like to make some special things to show their wizard status when building their residences.

It's a bit like a code word, a code word that only wizards can decipher.

But the villa in front of me has nothing special about it.

If there was anything strange to say, it was that late at night, the hinges of the front door of the villa were opened, and the door was hanging crookedly.

Dumbledore looked at the deserted streets around him, drew out his wand, pushed open the front door, walked quickly and silently up the garden path, and entered the villa.

A narrow hallway was illuminated in fluorescent light.

There is also an open door on the left.

Link held up his wand expressionlessly and walked in first.

Then I saw a mess.

In this huge living room, a grandfather clock was smashed at their feet, the clock face was cracked, and the pendulum was lying a little farther away, like an abandoned sword.

On the other side, a piano was overturned, its keys scattered about. Nearby, fragments of a broken chandelier gleamed. The cushions were strewn about in a mess, deflated, with feathers poking out of the rips. Broken glass and shards of china were scattered like powder. Dumbledore raised his wand a little higher, illuminating the walls, and the wallpaper was splashed with dark red goo.

Link stepped on various fragments on the ground and creaked to the center of the living room.

Right now, the entire living room was severely damaged, as if it had just encountered a fierce wizard battle, and then someone kidnapped Horace Slughorn.

But the problem is, it's just a little too outrageous!

"Professor Dumbledore, it seems that what you said earlier was a little light." Link said cheerfully, "This Professor Slughorn doesn't just not welcome you. He simply avoids you like a snake."

Facing Link's teasing, Dumbledore pouted and didn't say much, but suddenly shot the tip of his wand into the cushion of the bulging armchair.

"what--"

There was a sudden scream from the chair.

And Dumbledore stood up straight again and said:

"Good evening, Horace."

While Dumbledore was speaking, the previous chair was rapidly deforming, and it turned into a bald, fat old man in the blink of an eye.

He squatted there, rubbing his belly, watching Dumbledore through one painful, tearful eye.

"You don't need to be so ruthless," he said angrily, struggling to get up, "It hurts me to death!"

The image of the old man is not good.

The light of the Luminescent Charm shone on him, making his bald head glaringly bright.

The poor light and shadow effect made thick bags under his bulging eyes, and also made his silver-white beard look extremely sloppy.

The only thing worth mentioning about him was the maroon velvet pajamas.

The horn buckle on the thing was shining like a jewel.

"How did I reveal myself?"

He asked gruffly, not at all embarrassed by his previous behavior.

"My dear Horace," said Dumbledore, seeming to find it ridiculous, "I really want to say that I have seen through all this with the help of my strong spiritual power and magic power, but in fact..."

Link naturally took over the conversation and continued:

"But in fact, this is not the case. We actually knew that the scenes here were all faked at the first sight when we came in."

Slughorn frowned fiercely, obviously in disbelief.

Seeing this, Link chuckled and pointed to the sticky dark red 'bloodstain' on the wall:

"Let's take this as an example. To be honest, unless a person is injured by an instant beheading, or else it is impossible to spray blood so high. In addition, basically all the furniture here can be broken. Broken, as you can imagine, there must have been a bloody and arduous battle here!

But the problem is, Professor Slughorn, you are unlikely to be that strong.

If someone really breaks in, the biggest possibility is that you were taken away by them without any effort.

Instead of having a bloody fight in this house, you even beheaded one of them in the middle. Hehehe-"

Link couldn't help laughing out loud, "Professor Slughorn, I can understand your desire to show that you are powerful, and you were taken away after some resistance. But your... is too outrageous." right?"

Along with Link's narration, Slughorn's complexion kept changing, and finally turned completely black.

He glared at Link and roared:

"Shut up! You rude guy! You should still be a student at Hogwarts, right? It's unimaginable, the teaching level of Hogwarts has dropped to this level now, and you don't even know how to be polite? Dumbledore, you really should think about it!"

As soon as this remark came out, Link smiled even more happily.

He thought it was funny how Slughorn was so pissed off that he was dancing.

On the other side, Dumbledore was waving his wand, restoring the living room disguised as a ruin by Slughorn.

He straightened the piano, set up the clock, and didn't turn on the light until he had rearranged everything, and said to the angry Slughorn:

"Yeah, actually, I've already been reflecting, and you are the result of my reflection. Horace, go back to Hogwarts and continue to be the potions professor. We need you very much now."

Hearing this, Slughorn's expression suddenly changed like a burning candle whose flame was suddenly extinguished.

He stared at Dumbledore intently, and after a while he smiled awkwardly and said:

"Ha! Dumbledore, you must be joking, right? How can I still go to teach at Hogwarts with my old bones? I..."

"No, I'm not joking." Dumbledore interrupted solemnly, "I'm seriously inviting you."

That put an abrupt end to the awkward grin on Slughorn's face.

With a gloomy face, he sat back on the sofa restored by Dumbledore and said:

"It's impossible. The Death Eaters are making a fuss now, and the entire Ministry of Magic in the country is at war. No, not only the magic world in the country, but other places are also not at peace. Didn't you see Booth in the news? Barton was attacked and suffered heavy losses? At this juncture, I don't want to get involved. I'm just a retired old guy, please let me spend my old age in peace. Besides, I've been entangled a lot annoyed!"

"Entanglement? Who is pestering you?" Link narrowed his eyes and said, "Death Eaters? Those guys should welcome you very much, right? After all, your knowledge of potions can greatly help their careers. For example, Configure some poisons that can poison countless people."

Slughorn glared at Link viciously for a moment, then whispered:

"I didn't give them a chance. I've been erratic for two years. Never staying in one place for more than a week, moving from one Muggle dwelling to another. Luckily for you, the Ministry of Magic recently It was rare to give a wave of strength, directly beat the mysterious man to the ground, and wiped out most of the Death Eater forces. Only then did I survive a little bit, and I stayed here for a longer time. Otherwise, you You can never find me!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Dumbledore's face and said:

"It's a clever strategy, but isn't this life of cang too tiring for a good-for-nothing old guy who wants to live a quiet life? Think about it, if you go back to Huo Gwartz..."

"If you want to tell me that I will live more peacefully in that nasty school, Dumbledore, I advise you to save your energy and stop talking." Slughorn said firmly, "I have I have a hunch that the world will undergo great changes next! And this time, the great changes will probably be even more terrifying than when Grindelwald was here before! I would rather be tired than being involved in this great change!

in addition……"

Slughorn pointed to Link at the side again, "Who the hell is this guy? If he's really a Hogwarts student, I suggest you go back and deduct his credits. I used to be Hogwarts anyway. Professor Ci, plus the Head of Slytherin House. He is so disrespectful to me!"

Dumbledore and Link looked at each other, both of them had strange smiles on their faces.

"Ahem——"

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Then let me introduce you. This is the director of our Hogwarts, Link..."

"Link? Or the school manager? Why does this name sound familiar?"

Slughorn murmured, his pupils dilated suddenly, "Merlin's beard, you must be Link Foley, right?"

Link didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

Seeing this, Slughorn jumped up from the sofa, grabbed Link's arm and asked:

"Are you really that Link Foley who continuously restructured Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, and led the Auror troops to defeat the Mysterious Man?"

Link frowned, smiled and said:

"I didn't expect you, Professor Slughorn, to be so well informed. These things are not known to ordinary people."

"Of course! I have been the vice president of the Potions Association and a Hogwarts professor for so many years, and I still have some contacts! No, let's not talk about this!" Slughorn's originally proud expression was instantly overwhelmed by expectations. Instead, "If you say that, it is an admission! Merlin, it is an honor for me to meet you here!"

"Well, I think you've gone too far, Horace..."

"No, no, no! Not at all!" Slughorn retorted, waving his hands repeatedly at Dumbledore, "You simply don't understand how amazing Mr. Link Foley's achievements are! Let alone the fact that he never That Umbridge recaptured Hogwarts in his hands, so he said that he restructured the Ministry of Magic of the country and broke up the Wizengamot Council of the country. How many people have been able to accomplish this kind of achievement for thousands of years ?Maybe that's all it seems to you, but please don't forget his age. Mr. Link Foley is not yet twenty years old this year, and I dare say that even if you were his age, you would Don’t you have such strength and talent?”

Dumbledore was speechless, but the smile in his eyes became more and more intense.

Also smiling was Link beside him.

Slughorn's deferential attitude was amusing.

After finally waiting for Slughorn to finish speaking, Dumbledore smiled and continued:

"Then according to what I said, you should return to Hogwarts again. After all, Link hasn't graduated this year. If you return to Hogwarts, you can be his professor."

While speaking, Dumbledore also winked at Link.

As soon as this remark came out, Slughorn's eyes lit up instantly.

He pointed at Link for a while, and pointed at himself for a while, and stammered:

"Really...really? If I go back to Hogwarts, are you really...willing to admit that I am your professor?"

Link rolled his eyes at Dumbledore.

Now that things have developed, he naturally understands Dumbledore's thoughts.

Dumbledore wanted to rely on him being such a famous student to lure Slughorn back to Hogwarts.

This kind of behavior is actually not uncommon in the education field.

When a person is outstanding to a certain extent, it is not the teacher who chooses him, but he chooses the teacher.

Obviously Link is such an excellent student.

To be his professor and be recognized by him is really a very attractive thing for a professor like Slughorn.

Facing Slughorn's expectant eyes, Link finally nodded and said:

"Naturally, Professor Slughorn, I respect every professor at Hogwarts."

"Okay then, you've convinced me!"

Slughorn suddenly became serious, "I promise you, get involved in this big trouble! Go back to Hogwarts and continue to shine at your post!"

"Great," said Dumbledore, beaming with joy. "Then, Horace, we'll see you on September 1st."

Slughorn rubbed his hands and agreed repeatedly. It was obvious that he was still very excited.

This excitement is expected to last for a long time.

Because until Link and Dumbledore left the villa and walked out along the garden path, Slughorn could still be heard shouting behind him:

"I'll ask for a raise, Dumbledore!"

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