Mag, who had been close to me in the past, looked at me with something wrong.
It's anger
It’s annoying
Is hostile
Could it be
Horace Slughorn thought back to his worries last night and realized that they might have become a reality.
Oh my God, please don’t.
Horace Slughorn's mind began to spin rapidly about how to deal with this matter. Principal Dippet walked up to him, patted his shoulder and said sincerely: "Take care of yourself Horace"<
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"Oh, principal, things may be a little different from what you imagined"
Dippet: "What did you do besides drinking with Dumbledore yesterday?"
Ah
Hearing Principal Dippet say this doesn't mean that Dumbledore has already told Principal Dippet what happened yesterday, but explaining it by himself only adds some spice and makes things even more confusing.
Oh, no
Horace Slughorn felt that he was so stupid, why should he talk so much when he had nothing to do.
Mag looked at her with something even more wrong.
"McGonagall, you have to believe me, I'm just looking for Albus to have a drink and chat, really"
Mag ignored him with a dark face, put down the tableware in his hands and left silently.
What to do?
Horace Slughorn glanced around, and finally focused on the position of Garfield, who had already devoured breakfast and gone back to sleep.
Right
You can talk to Garfield yourself, maybe he will have some good ideas.
Having made up his mind, Horace Slughorn calmed down a lot, quickly ate the food on his plate, and then went to prepare for the lecture.
In class, Horace Slughorn rarely delayed and explained all the lessons as quickly as possible before announcing the end of get out of class.
If not to say that Horace Slughorn's personal level is not bad, even if he speeds up his lectures, he can still cover everything so that students can understand and learn.
After taking care of the students, Horace Slughorn packed his things and flew to the top of the Hogwarts Tower to find Garfield basking in the sun just before dinner.
"Professor, where are you going? Do you need help?"
It was Tom Riddle who said this. He also heard some rumors about Horace Slughorn and Dumbledore, and looked at Horace Slughorn who was leaving in a hurry after today's lecture.
Well, Tom saw this as an opportunity to establish a relationship with Horace Slughorn.
"Mr. Riddle, thank you for your help, but it's not necessary. I have something to deal with first."
"Goodbye, Mr. Slughorn"
Looking at the back of Horace Slughorn as he hurried out, Tom's eyes were full of anger: Damn it, fat man, you ignored me, I must look good when you look back.
Hurrying out of the classroom, Horace Slughorn cast a flying spell and flew to the top of the tower.
In a wider area on the roof, I found Garfield lying on a soft cushion and racing against the sun.
"His Majesty Pendragon, I am Horace Slughorn, Professor of Potions. I need your help with something. Please forgive me for interrupting your rest."
Horace Slughorn wanted to play Garfield, so he kept his figure low.
When Garfield got up in the morning, he happened to bump into the nearly headless Nick, so he knew what Horace Slughorn, who was standing in front of him yesterday, had done.
Although Dumbledore had already explained to himself early in the morning that it was Horace Slughorn who wanted to see him, he was embarrassed to come by himself so as not to appear a little abrupt.
But, now that we have encountered each other, we have to be happy no matter what.
Hey hey hey
With a hint of a bad smile, Garfield teased Horace Slughorn: "Love is free and does not distinguish between men and women. Although I have been committed to helping Dumbledore embark on the right path of pursuing McGonagall,
But I still want to say cheers to a brave person like you."
"You have to know that I have exhausted a lot of my strength. Dumbledore finally started to get better, and you"
"Tsk tsk tsk, we don't even know what to say about you"
"Lao Huo, as the saying goes, don't offend women, especially strong older women who are struggling to pursue love."
"Fortunately, you are a potion professor. Let's make some more healing potions and elixirs for yourself later to make things easier."
La la la
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Horace Slughorn couldn't help but tremble when he heard Garfield wait for me. No wonder McGonagall looked so bad on him today. Everyone knows about McGonagall's feelings for Dumbledore, and now rumors are flying around him.
Horace is naturally not favored by Mag.
"Oh, no, I just asked Dumbledore for a drink and asked how I could meet and chat with you without appearing rude. I swear I didn't do anything else. His Majesty Pendragon hopes
You are wise and can help me get through this difficult time"
Wisdom
You are so smart
Why do they all like to call themselves wise?
I was about to get mad and plan to give the fat Horace Slughorn a paw and let him join the ranks of the one-eyed egg-snatchers with irregular cat masturbation.
On second thought, Dumbledore might have known that he was going to torment Horace Slughorn and deliberately told him in advance.
The old bee is indeed a thousand-year-old fox whose ways are unfathomable.
Boring
It’s boring
"Hey, I won't tease you anymore. Old Bee Dumbledore has already told me what happened. It's actually very simple to deal with."
Horace Slughorn: "Your Majesty, please enlighten me"
"Don't worry, let me tell you a story first." Garfield said slowly and enigmatically: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. There were two monks in the temple, a master and an apprentice.
One night, the master and his apprentice were sitting together, and the apprentice complained to the master."
Horace Slughorn: "Your Majesty Pendragon, may I ask what a monk is?"
Garfield: "Pastor, don't interrupt and continue to listen carefully"
"Yes"
Horace Slughorn knelt aside and continued to listen attentively.
"Apprentice: Master, when I came up yesterday, I saw a woman washing clothes by the river. Because the river was slippery, she accidentally fell into the water. I went to rescue her. In the end, the woman called me a gangster. Disciple felt very wronged." "The master patted his apprentice's head and pointed to the candle beside him: Do you see the candle?"
"The apprentice was confused but nodded because of his trust in his master: I saw it, but what does this have to do with me being scolded yesterday?"
"Master: Did you see the candle flame moving?"
"The apprentice observed carefully for a while and then replied to his master: the candle light moved"
"The master shook his head: It's your heart that's moved."
"The disciple didn't understand his master's words and asked his master what he meant. The master told his disciple: To judge your will, don't care about what others say. As long as you walk and sit upright, the rumors will pass naturally." After hearing this, Horace Slughorn thought for a long time and then fell to his knees
