The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

A bald old wizard as fat as a giant elephant was lying on a hospital bed covered with a pure white linen sheet. His thick silver beard as thick as a walrus matched the color of the sheet very well.

There was no blood on the old face, he seemed to have been seriously injured not long ago, and he also seemed to have been lying on this hospital bed for a while...

Gradually, the old wizard opened his eyes somewhat reluctantly.

The moment he regained consciousness, his face changed suddenly, and he tried to scan around in a panic... even though his weak body could not support him to do so.

"Professor Slughorn?" A somewhat surprised woman's voice came from the side of the hospital bed: "This is really great, you finally woke up...Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall can finally put down Heart to..."

It was the voice of Mrs. Poppy Pomfrey, the nurse at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"I...how long have I been in a coma..." Horace Slughorn said with great difficulty.

His voice was very small and somewhat unclear.

At the same time, no response was received——

Only scattered footsteps were heard, and Madam Pomfrey seemed to trot out of the ward.

Only tens of seconds later, the sound of Madam Pomfrey's footsteps came again.

Slughorn only felt a broad and warm arm, helping him up from the bed... Then, a warm potion was poured into his mouth bit by bit; the taste of the potion was quite strange , as if drinking natto juice.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Professor Slughorn asked again, this time his voice became much clearer.

"You have been in a coma for nearly a day and a half, Horace!" A gentle voice came from the door of the ward: "To be precise, it was 11 hours and 25 minutes a day..."

Horace Slughorn blinked hard, and the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore gradually appeared in front of him.

...

"So it's a pity!" Dumbledore said: "You have completely missed Christmas Eve and Christmas Day this year...Fortunately, you are still alive..."

Slughorn stared at him blankly at first, then suddenly remembered, and shouted, "It's Vance! Albus, it's Vance of Durmstrang..."

"Don't get excited, my friend... what you say is almost out of date!" Dumbledore shook his head: "Professor Vance of Durmstrang is trying to destroy Hogwarts Castle; if it weren't for you , he almost succeeded... Please calm down, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out!"

Slughorn nodded curtly.

He glanced around, and the table next to him was piled up like a hill, filled with flowers, fruits and candies.

"This is a gift from some insiders, and the box of milk toffee is prepared by me; I suggest you try it later, it tastes great!" Dumbledore continued: "In addition, I have contacted Swedish magic However, they told me with regret that Principal Winston-Vance spent the whole Christmas Eve in the castle of the Durmstrang School of Magic with his students. Nearly a hundred students can testify... so they insist that the person who attacked Hogwarts was a fake!"

"Then what is it..." Slughorn murmured for a moment.

"For a wizard of Vance's level, it is very easy to use an exquisite transfiguration technique to deceive a few students..." Dumbledore's voice suddenly became low: "Winston-Vance once He is one of Gellert Grindelwald's most loyal followers, we can confirm this..."

"The Dark Lord, is he really back?" Slughorn said tremblingly.

"Although I don't want to admit it, it is true!" Dumbledore nodded silently: "Horace, can you tell me the whole process of what happened? Although I have heard several versions of this incident, But there is no doubt that standing in your perspective is the most objective!"

"Of course..." Horace Slughorn nodded quickly, and then he began to tell Headmaster Albus Dumbledore everything that happened that night little by little.

After listening carefully for ten minutes, Dumbledore, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said:

"You mean Vance's inseparable companion, a strange young man?"

"That's right, his name...seems to be...'Christopher Patrick'!"

"Can you tell me all his details..."

"Of course you can, Albus!"

...

Amidst Madam Pomfrey's loud complaints ("Headmaster, Professor Slughorn needs a rest"), Professor Dumbledore had to choose to leave.

"We didn't make this attack public, Horace; anyone who really knows the truth will keep it a secret!" Before leaving, he urged: "So after a few days, when your health improves a little, you You'll be transferred to St. Mungo's hospital...over there, just insist that you were injured because of a wrong spell, and that's it!"

"I understand, Albus..."

"Also don't disclose any information to your students...for example, Barnabas Guffy who works for the "Daily Prophet"..." Dumbledore added: "I believe they are very concerned about what happened at that time What, I must be very interested!"

"Understood, Albus...I understand the seriousness of the matter!" Professor Horace Slughorn nodded solemnly.

...

Leaving the school hospital, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore walked down the corridor.

A small figure walked towards him.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Professor Flitius Flitwick said sharply, "I heard that Professor Slughorn woke up?"

"That's right!" Albus Dumbledore nodded: "He's still very weak... At the same time, I suggest you keep your voice down when you enter the ward. Poppy seems a little angry now!"

Professor Flitwick obviously didn't put the headmaster's words on the ground, he put the flowers in his hand on the ground, and took out a huge piece of parchment from his pocket: "By the way, Professor, I'm going to take this to the As for your office, it just happens to be handed over to you right now!"

"Oh?" Albus Dumbledore took the heavy parchment casually.

"Need to apply for the Ministry of Magic teacher, Professor Willy Tecrosse, to teach 'apparition class' to students who are seventeen years old in the next semester, or who will be seventeen years old in this school year..." Dumbledore read Read the contents of the parchment: "Okay, Felius, I will submit it to the Department of Magical Education!"