Chapter 1300: Darren

Harry looked at Dumbledore with a frown.

He somewhat disliked Dumbledore using Darren to lure this old man. Darren was gone, his reputation...

He noticed that the old man's expression was even more hesitant. It was as if he had grasped some precious treasure.

So, Darren was indeed the bait.

Only, Harry thought gloomily, if the old man went to Hogwarts and found that Darren wasn't there, that he was dead... would the old man be angry?

But he didn't say anything.

Because he had promised Dumbledore he would help.

Dumbledore was currently discussing something else with the old man.

"I believe your intelligence and talent are very likely to be exploited by the Death Eaters..."

"Exactly, that's why I've been hiding and dodging for the past year; no one will discover my location."

"But, for an old man who wants to enjoy his twilight years, don't you think this is too hard? If you return to Hogwarts..."

"No, after Umbridge was driven out of Hogwarts, I heard some terrible rumors; Hogwarts is actually abusing professors, you..."

The old man shivered.

"If you insist on rushing into the centaurs and saying to those centaurs, 'you bunch of half-breeds,' I think no one can stop such a death wish!"

Dumbledore said helplessly.

The old man was incredulous.

"That was a foolish woman!"

Harry wanted to laugh. He revealed a smile.

But then he thought about it and put the smile away.

At this time, Dumbledore stood up and said: "I'm going to use the restroom."

He left.

The old man stood up.

"I am Horace Slughorn; I think I know why Dumbledore brought you here.

You look very much like your father, your eyes are like your mother's; I still remember your mother, she was one of the most talented students I've ever seen.

Her fiery red hair, her emerald green eyes, she was a rare beauty... I wish so much that she had been in my house, but she was never polite; she was just a Gryffindor."

"Which house were you in?"

Harry looked at Slughorn.

"Hmm, Slytherin; I was the Head of Slytherin at the time."

Slughorn said with a smile.

Harry said with nostalgia: "Darren is very much like my mother, fiery red hair, emerald green eyes, his Potions are excellent... he was sorted into Slytherin..."

Darren was good at everything. It was just that the place he was sorted into wasn't good.

Slytherin hadn't let him spend a single happy day.

"Really?"

Slughorn suddenly became spirited.

Then he pretended to be reserved and said: "I'm not interested because he's in Slytherin, I'm just asking... I like talented students.

Look at the gifts I have here; they were all given to me by my students; they give them to me every year..."

"Can they find you now?"

Harry mocked.

Slughorn's face turned ugly.

"But I don't dare go to Hogwarts; that would mean I'm openly joining the Order of the Phoenix..."

"You're overthinking it; many of the Hogwarts professors haven't joined the Order of the Phoenix, and Voldemort fears Dumbledore the most, doesn't he?"

Slughorn spun around in place. It looked like he was truly tempted. ===== CHAPTER 1302 =====