v7 Chapter 36： Master of Versailles - Stark

Slughorn felt that this year had been the darkest moment of his life.

Not only do you have to get away from your favorite social contacts, but you also have to keep moving to avoid possible tracking.

That's all, at best the quality of life is poor.

But after staying well in the new home, I was hit with a hammer on the face... Who should I go to!

"I'm already over a hundred years old, and you still attack me. Did Hogwarts teach you that?!"

Lying on the sofa, Slughorn was being treated by William, and he couldn't stop blaming Harry.

"Sorry, sorry." Harry kept apologizing, "I thought you were a Death Eater attacking someone else."

"Have you ever seen a Death Eater so old?!"

Slughorn was obviously injured, but he still roared in anger, like a roaring emperor.

He felt that this boy who survived was different from the "genius" he imagined... stupid.

Slughorn is very accurate in seeing people, except for the misunderstanding of Tom that year, he has never made a mistake at other times!

"Then why are you destroying your own room?" Harry was a little aggrieved. "Whoever sees this will treat you as a Death Eater."

"I'm faking a scene where I'm being taken so I can deceive uninvited guests," Slughorn meant.

But Harry didn't understand, he "suddenly" said:

"Oh, you're guarding against Death Eaters."

"What do the Death Eaters want my old, useless bone for?" Slughorn asked rhetorically.

"Someone's been following me, buzzing like an old bee, annoying!"

Fire, theft, and Deng, of course, he is guarding against Dumbledore, the old bee!

But Harry didn't understand, instead he said curiously:

"Are you talking about Voldemort?"

Hearing the name, Slughorn shuddered, protested loudly, and glared at Harry again.

When Lily and James were such shrewd children, how could their son be so stupid that he couldn't even hear the sarcasm?

William, who had not spoken, helped Horace heal his injury and said with a smile, "Okay, it should be fine."

Slughorn moved his waist a bit, but it didn't hurt.

He looked at the talented boy he met at the Quidditch World Cup two years ago and admired:

"Typical Bobby's way of handling it, William, have you learned this stuff from her?"

William humbly explained:

"When I was in first grade, I learned a little bit casually.

At that time, Professor Snape was injured while teaching. Madam Pomfrey taught us lessons for a while. "

It was Marietta who did this, she pushed Professor Snape into the cauldron with her wand.

William is still fresh in his memory.

"It's Poppy's style." Slughorn stroked his beard and recalled:

"Before I retired, she told me more than once that other courses were banned and only nursing."

The old professor showed a look of nostalgia, as if remembering the lost youth.

But this emotion showed for a few seconds, and he looked at the door vigilantly:

"You and Hermione are the only ones here, and Albus isn't here? Let him come out, I know he's here!"

William packed up the potion and said softly:

"The principal really didn't come. He's been very busy recently. You know, the war has already started."

"Yeah, the Second Wizarding War broke out." Slughorn immediately took over the conversation and said miserably:

"I'm also getting old, and my bones are dying. I still have asthma, rheumatism, and my legs and feet are not as flexible as before."

Slughorn's acting is not bad, his eyes are starting to turn red, as if he is going to die.

"Well, that's to be expected. People are old and useless, and they can't go to war, and they can't go back to teach at Hogwarts..."

Slughorn rambles a lot, the core idea is that he won't go back to teaching.

But he said so tragically, but in fact he was in good health.

Otherwise, there is an old man who is dying, and there are still spirits in the house, boxes of chocolates and a lot of snacks.

But William did not mean to persuade Slughorn to go back to school, but comforted:

"Yes, you are so right.

When you are old, you should retire and take good care of your life.

That's what I told Professor Dumbledore, and also advised to hand over the school to a young man like me. "

Good guy... a young man like you?

How old are you and you're ready to take Dumbledore's class?

Slughorn gave William a small glance.

William continued emotionally: "But Professor Dumbledore is always busy enough and is unwilling to retire in this situation.

But it makes me sad to see him, he's older than you..."

William began to play emotional cards, and Slughorn looked at him with less vigilance than before.

"Yeah." He nodded and sighed: "Albus is indeed older than me, and it's been really difficult for him all these years..."

At this point, Hermione had already tidy up the room.

Under her magic, the smashed furniture jumped back to its original position piece by piece.

The decorations returned to their original shape in mid-air, and the damaged books were automatically repaired and lined up neatly on the shelves.

The broken, torn, and open parts of the room were restored to their original state.

The splashed dragon blood on the wall was also wiped off automatically and returned to the bottle.

Facing the light, Hermione looked carefully at the viscous liquid inside, deliberately showing a disgusting tone, saying:

"This bottle of dragon's blood is a little dirty, it will definitely have some influence when brewing the potion.

Just throw it away, professor? "

"Hermione, you can't lose it." Slughorn hurriedly stopped.

He was a little distressed and said:

"This is my last bottle of dragon blood. Since the outbreak of the war, plus some time ago, Death Eaters attacked ships and blocked the Suez Canal.

The current price is amazing! "

"Really? I have quite a few, and I can't use them all up." William looked like he was rich.

Slughorn's curiosity was aroused upon hearing this.

Knowing that he was hooked, William laughed:

"Really, I have a lot of complete dragon corpses.

So much that Hermione and I didn't know how to deal with it, so embarrassing.

I'm going to put it at Hogwarts.

If you are short of dragon blood, go get it from me, it's free! "

"A complete fire dragon corpse, and many heads?" Slughorn swallowed and asked eagerly, "Where did you get it?"

"You know, the last Buckingham Palace battle, I protected Minister Burns." William said eloquently.

"The Fire Dragon Legion appeared at that time, and I killed more than 20 fire dragons."

Harry, who was on the side, was also swaying when he heard it, and couldn't help but be speechless.

Wait... The Daily Prophet said there were only a few dragons, but William said there were twenty.

Sure enough, the newspapers can't believe a word of it these days.

Even the military exploits of William are deliberately discounted. The enemy is in the British Propaganda Department!

William sighed and continued on the Versailles track: "The only pity is that those fire dragons are all Hebrides black dragons.

I don't like this fire dragon. "

He shook his head and said:

"The meat is too woody and the scales are too tough. I prefer the Hungarian tree peaks, they are so cute."

"..."

Slughorn's whole heart was scratched like a cat, and now he wanted to go to Hogwarts to see those complete fire dragon corpses.

But...don't be fooled!

He immediately changed the subject and said:

"I saw the newspaper report that the giants are also coming to war?"

"Yes, those giant legions are temporarily stationed in the Forbidden Forest. They will guard the school." Hermione said.

"But giants are dangerous Slughorn objected. "You don't know they're going crazy and attacking everything. "

"Is it dangerous?" William shrugged:

"Maybe. But last year, when I was in the Alps, I killed dozens of giants after exterminating a group of giants.

The rest of the giants are very well behaved. "

"By the way, I still have the corpse of the giant there." William blinked.

"It is also very valuable for research. Those blood are not less valuable than the blood of the dragon, and they are all placed at Hogwarts."

Slughorn: "..."

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