Harry Potter and the Old Ones

There was only one person in the entire classroom who seemed angrier than Hermione, and that was Malfoy.

Harry was delighted to see him pour out something that looked like cat vomit.

However, before any of them could express their anger at Harry being the top of the class by doing nothing, the bell rang.

"It's time to pack up!" Horace Slughorn said cheerfully, "Besides, Gryffindor plus 10 points for passing my temporary test for our potion prince, Mr. Potter, well done. , Harry, very clever, keep up the good work."

When facing Harry, Horace Slughorn has always been generous with praise, even though Harry needs Horace Slughorn's praise and affirmation very much now, but at this moment when he hears Horace Slughorn Russ Lughorn's long chatter still made Harry blush slightly.

The laughter in the classroom continued. Harry went back to his test bench at the back of the classroom. He was dawdling at the back packing his schoolbag. Ron and Hermione looked a little distressed. Luckily for Harry, in the end, only Harry and Slug were left in the classroom.

"Oh, Harry, why haven't you gone yet? You're going to be late for your next class," said Horace Slughorn, the golden buttons snapping as his dragonskin briefcase closed.

"Um...sir..." Harry said, his head spinning fast, thinking about what to say, "I have something I don't know how to say... ..that's what you can see as my curiosity or as a matter of life and death..."

After struggling for a while, Harry finally decided to follow Hermione's advice, as they had discussed these days.

"Oh... Potter, what's the matter?" Horace Slughorn really became quite enthusiastic, looking at Harry with burning eyes.

"Well... it's so sir... you know... between me... me and Voldemort... Voldemort seems... ...there seems to be some...some kind of weird connection, and I often connect with his spirit in my dreams, or when I'm emotional..." Harry mulled his words. , "I...I can only isolate this connection through Occlumency...I, I want you to teach me Occlumency."

"Me?" Horace Slughorn asked flattered. "If I remember correctly, Professor Snape wasn't teaching you Occlumency—"

"Me and him... um... I can't stand his teaching methods..." Harry said hurriedly, "his teaching methods are too... .too rude...and a little too...too quick for quick success..."

"Well... Snape is... not so... ahem..." Horace Slughorn seemed to accept Harry's This reason, "Well, recently I also..."

Just when Horace Slughorn was about to agree to Harry's request, he suddenly saw Tiera's smiling figure appearing on the glass window of his classroom.

Tiera, who was reflected on the glass, smiled and put a finger to her mouth, then shook her head.

"Um...ha...Harry...very...pleased...pleased with your trust..." Horace Slughorn almost agreed, but changed his tune after seeing Tiera appear, "But...but Harry...you, you know, I , I, I... um... I've been busy with a big thing lately... that is... just in terms of time... more urgent. …”

"Don't you have any time?" Harry asked anxiously and disappointedly.

"Ah? I..." Horace Slughorn's eyes drifted to the classroom window again.

The image of Tiera on the window still smiled and shook her head.

"I'm so sorry, Harry, I...I..." Horace Slughorn racked his brains for an excuse, "Harry, you know, I'm very old. , even with the help of potions, I can't maintain my concentration for a long time."

"If you can wait a bit... um..." said Horace Slughorn, "how's this summer? I'll be completely free this summer, I think. I invite you to stay at my house in Scotland, while I can give you special training in Potions and Occlumency."

"Oh...oh, well..." Harry said helplessly, "Excuse me, Professor Slughorn."

"Don't worry, boy," Horace Slughorn reassured. "I'm sure Tierra will keep you safe until you learn Occlumency."

"Um... Excuse me, Professor Slughorn." Harry left the classroom in disappointment.

After confirming that Harry had indeed left, Horace Slughorn sat down helplessly in the teacher's chair.

"Even if I've only been back to teach for less than half a year, I can see that Harry and Snape are not on the same page," said Horace Slughorn, "Why do you have to let Snape teach Harry brains? What about Occlusion? You, me, or Dumbledore are better options than Snape."

"Especially now that the refining of the Philosopher's Stone has entered the final stage. We have already set the law of magic operation. We only need to observe the coincidence of the three dimensions regularly."

"Don't you think...I, Dumbledore, and the other teachers at Hogwarts helped Harry too much?" Tiera asked rhetorically.

"Harry was a poor child, born before he was a year old..." Horace Slughorn recalled.

"I know he has had a tough life, and I know he has gone through hardships." Tiera interrupted gently, "but this is not the reason why he is too dependent on others and is unwilling to work **** his own."

"Me and you, with Dumbledore, with Sirius Black, the thief godfather, and all the teachers in Hogwarts, I hope Harry is happy, I hope Harry is happy, but at the same time I hope that Harry is independent." Yella said, "Harry is not an ordinary child, although I hate to say that, but Harry was born extraordinary, and some things can't be solved and avoided by just running away and hiding."

"Voldemort is just a trivial matter, for me and for Dumbledore," Tiera said with a smile, "Me and Dumbledore still allow Voldemort to jump like this because we want to use this Voldemort activity and The waves he's made understand what's wrong with the wizarding world."

"In the future, Harry, and we have to face, not Voldemort."

"What we have to face in the future is far more terrifying than Voldemort..." Tiera said, "What we will face in the future will be billions of Muggles who may be hostile to us. …”