Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

There was a mess in front of them, a grandfather clock smashed at their feet, the face was cracked, and the pendulum lay a little further away, like an abandoned sword. A piano fell to the ground, its keys scattered. Nearby, fragments of a shattered chandelier gleamed. The cushions were thrown all over the place, shriveled, and feathers came out of the cracks. Broken glass and shards of china were scattered like powder. Dumbledore raised his wand higher, illuminating the wall, which was splattered with dark red goo.

"It's not pretty, is it?" said Dumbledore heavily. "Yeah, there's been a horrible incident here."

Dumbledore walked cautiously to the middle of the room, carefully observing the broken pieces at his feet. Harry followed, looking around, while Lockhart looked directly at the armchair.

"Maybe there was a fight, and then—then they dragged him away, didn't they, Professor?" Harry guessed.

"It doesn't feel like Death Eaters," Lockhart said. "There's no black magic markings over the house."

"I think so too," said Dumbledore calmly, looking behind a bulging armchair that fell to the ground.

"You mean he—?"

"Still here? That's right." As soon as he said it, Dumbledore suddenly shot, shoved the tip of his wand into the cushion of the bulging armchair, and the chair screamed: "Ouch!"

"Good evening, Horace," said Dumbledore, straightening up again.

Harry opened his mouth in surprise. It was an armchair just now, but in the blink of an eye, a bald, fat old man squatted there. Rubbing his belly, he narrowed a painful, tearful eye at Dumbledore.

"You don't need to pierce so hard with your wand," he said angrily, struggling to get up. "It hurts to death."

The light of his wand shone on his dazzling bald head, and he looked greedily at the two behind Dumbledore with bulging eyes.

"Guidro was always so smart, I've seen it since I was a kid," he said gruffly, staggering to his feet, still rubbing his belly. "Dark Mark," he muttered. " I just feel like there's something missing... ah, yes. But, it's too late. I've just adjusted the seat cover and you're in the house."

"Gidro, I think you'll be happy to clean up the house for your professor, right?" Dumbledore reminded with a smile.

"Happy to help," Lockhart said, and began to wave his wand.

"Oh, thank you Gilderoy, you're always so helpful." Slughorn and Lockhart stood back to back, waving their wands in unison.

The furniture jumped back to its original position piece by piece, the decorations returned to their original shape in mid-air, the feathers were drilled back into the upholstery, and the damaged books were automatically repaired and neatly arranged on the shelves. The oil lamp flew to the small table by the wall and lit again. A large pile of broken silver picture frames flickered across the room and landed on a writing desk, shining like new again. The broken, torn, and open parts of the room were restored to their original state. The stains on the walls are also wiped off automatically.

"What kind of blood is that?" Dumbledore asked, his voice overshadowing the pendulum of the newly repaired grandfather clock.

"On the wall? Dragon's blood," shouted the wizard Horace, as the chandelier automatically jumped back to the ceiling with a deafening creaking and tinting sound. 

With the final sound of Ding Dong from the piano, the room finally became quiet.

"Fire dragon's blood, my last bottle, is currently expensive. However, it may still be used." Slughorn also saw the candied haws. "Albus, what are you taking."

"It was Gilderoy who gave me the delicious food." Dumbledore smiled and raised his hand again.

Taking a bite of the ice-sugar gourd, "I brought it back from China."

"Huh, Gilderoy's also on a trip to China," Slughorn's big round eyes looked at Lockhart at once, then to Harry, and his forehead, and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, "Ho!"

"This," Dumbledore stepped forward to introduce, "is Harry Potter. Harry, this is an old friend and colleague of mine named Horace Slughorn."

Slughorn turned to Dumbledore with an astute expression on his face. "You actually brought both of them here, Albus, you are too cunning!"

"Actually, I didn't bring them here. When we were picking up Harry, Gilderoy offered to drop by to see you~" Dumbledore slyly returned the matter to Lockhart.

"That's right," Lockhart was already mentally prepared, "Hogwarts just happens to be missing another professor, but I've always been brooding about not being able to join your club back then, I think..."

Slughorn hesitated. "Ah, I'm sorry I didn't invite you back then, Gilderoy. It was a huge mistake."

"What club?" Harry asked curiously.

"here harry, here are all my favourite students of the year," slughorn pointed to Harry happily, "your mother was in my club too, she was muggle-born. I couldn't believe it at this point. I thought she must be purebred because she's so good."

"I have a best friend who is also Muggle-born," said Harry. "Hermione Granger, she's the best student in the year."

"Don't think I'm prejudiced!" Slughorn said quickly. "Your mother is one of my favorite students in my life, and she's in the picture over there, look!"

"These are all my former students, signed photos. You'll see Barnabas Coffey, the editor of the Daily Prophet, who's always interested in hearing my opinions on the current situation. And the bees. Ambrosio Froome of Duke's Candy Store - He sends me a gift basket every year for my birthday because I introduced him to Ciceron Hakis and got him His first job! And behind -- you can see it when you crane your neck -- is Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies... People often wonder why I'm with the Harpies The friendship is so good, as long as I want, I can get free tickets!"

Both Harry and Lockhart looked at the picture over there with interest, while Slughorn looked at the two of them. Collecting famous students is his greatest hobby, and Lockhart and Harry, regardless of their skills, only talk about fame, one is "the man who is best at dealing with black magic", and the other is "the savior", This undoubtedly overshadowed most of the students on the cabinet. Harry even took part in that battle at the Ministry of Magic not long ago, confronting Voldemort.

He tried not to imagine putting a picture of Harry and Lockhart with him on the cabinet, but failed.