Professor, please pay the debt

horace slughorn

Harry found that the surroundings had become pitch black, he was being squeezed strongly from all directions, and he couldn't breathe at all, his chest seemed to be tightly strangled by several iron hoops.

His eyeballs were pushed back into his head, and his eardrums were pushed deep into his skull.Then, he sucked in the cold night air with great gulps, and opened his sore eyes.He felt as if he had been squeezed out of a very narrow rubber tube just now.

A few seconds later, Harry found that he and Dumbledore were standing on a quiet street, two rows of dim street lights were weakly lit, and there were identical villas on both sides of the street, and there was a red telephone box in front of them, across the street There is also a bus stop, and the lights are on a little farther away, like a 24-hour convenience store, it looks like a town where Muggles live, Harry looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, they came here what to do?

Dumbledore looked at him cautiously, "How do you feel?"

Harry said, "Not too good, have we lost our way?"

Dumbledore chuckled: "No, boy, although I'm old, I haven't reached the point of being old and confused, so we haven't lost our way. I'm just asking how your body feels. You know, we just performed a phantom. Apparate.

If I remember correctly, this should be your first time, and usually when people do it for the first time, they feel uncomfortable. "

"So that's the case, oh... I..." Harry stood there stupidly thinking for a while, as if looking for his arms and legs, and after making sure they were all there, he said, "I feel pretty good..."

"Then I congratulate you, your Apparation class will go well. Now, follow me, we're going to visit an old colleague of mine."

Harry wanted to say that now was not the best time to visit old colleagues, if he judged correctly, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning and no one would welcome a visitor, not even if the guest was the greatest white wizard What a difference.

However, Dumbledore looked confident, and Harry followed him quietly to see what tricks he was up to.

The old and the young were walking on the quiet street, and Dumbledore said seemingly unintentionally:

"Turn right, Harry, I noticed that you have talked less after this trip, and you used to ask this and that and talk non-stop."

—Is that a suspicion?Doubt that the savior has changed?

Harry said calmly, "I just feel that the surrounding area is too quiet, and if there is any sound, it will feel very abrupt."

——Calm down, relax, you are no longer the Dark Lord, you are Dumbledore's favorite student, the golden boy he raised in captivity, and the savior he trained for five years, even if he is doubting and testing, you are still You don't have to hit back head-on, just play dumb, and you can cover him up by saying stupid things like a real reckless teenager.

"You're right. I overlooked this point. The people in the town are already asleep. We shouldn't wake them up. But I really want to talk to you. Let's keep our voices down. Turn left at the intersection ahead... ..."

They walked into a narrow alley, and the light became even darker. The houses on both sides of the road were smaller than before, and there was a small lawn in front of the door.

"Harry, can you read the Daily Prophet when you travel?"

"No, I don't have a paper subscription. Is there anything worth noticing in it?"

"There is indeed one, Scrimgeour issued a statement in the newspaper, hoping to meet with you..."

Scrimgeour?Rufus Scrimgeour?

Harry remembered that it was a tall, thin Auror who looked like a lion. He hated the dark arts and was determined to do things in his own way. , unfortunately without success.But that was 20 years ago.

"Why is he looking for me?"

"He believes that your behavior should live up to the expectations of the people and give them a goal to guide their lives."

Harry was speechless for a moment, just now he thought Scrimgeour was going to meet the Dark Lord!

The huge change of identity made his way of thinking often confused. It was too difficult to evaluate a person based on the memory of the Dark Lord one second, but to consider gains and losses from the standpoint of the savior the next second.

What's more, there was a powerful and shrewd Dumbledore standing beside him, Harry couldn't make a single mistake, otherwise the consequences would be fatal.

The most sensible approach now is to choose one of the two identities, give up the memory and thinking mode of the Dark Lord, and concentrate on playing the savior.

So, he reminded himself again and again in his heart, I am the savior, I am Harry Potter!Dumbledore stopped where he was and looked at Harry, "Can you tell me what you think about this?"

Harry opened his mouth twice, and the third time he finally worked up the courage to ask, "Excuse me, can you tell me who Scrimgeour is?"

Dumbledore suddenly realized, "Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce you..."

"It's me showing my timidity. I guess he must be a celebrity."

——Every word of the old bee is a trap, always trying to plot people everywhere.

Dumbledore started walking again, explaining to Harry as he walked, "You guessed it, Scrimgeour is the new Minister of Magic, he mentioned you in his inaugural speech, and he wants to have a face-to-face meeting with you." conversation, which was reproduced in the Daily Prophet. So now the whole wizarding world is waiting for your reply."