Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"What's the problem, Mr. Tierra?" asked Horace Slughorn with a kind smile.

"Well...I can't find anyone to talk to..." Tiera said as she paced with a smile, "After all...other professors are not like you, generous, wide and...even Professor Dumbledore is the same... ...they may have some misunderstandings..."

"It's like this, Professor Slughorn..." Tiera said with a smile, "I was in the library that day... loitering... I stumbled into the forbidden area... on a book there, I saw a very, very rare kind of magic...I was thinking you might be able to help me out..."

"I don't know, I won't, I..." Horace Slughorn's face couldn't help but change, and the face that was blushing just now suddenly became vigilant and resisted.

"You know, you know..." Tiera's smile became more and more malicious.

"I believe in that kind of magic... it's called Horcrux," Tiera said.

"You, you, you..." Horace Slughorn was clearly angry, his old chest heaving.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Horace Slughorn's voice suddenly rose. He raised his hand, trying to drive Tiera out of the classroom, but he just raised his hand halfway and fell helplessly. down.

"Yes, Dumbledore called you here, right?" Horace Slughorn said angrily and helplessly, "I know, I really know... He's been eyeing me for a long time."

"Oh, no, no, please don't get me wrong." Tiera smiled and walked to the student's lab, found a seat in the front row and sat down, looking at Horace Slughorn with her elegant legs crossed .

"That's what I want to ask." Tiera put her hand on her knee and patted it lightly.

"What do you want to know?" Horace Slughorn said tangled and painfully.

"I don't want to know anything," Tiera said gently. "After all, I already know about Voldemort and his seven Horcruxes... To be more precise... I even destroyed a few with my own hands."

"Well, then why are you doing this?" Horace Slughorn looked relaxed, but his nerves were still tense.

Tiera "saw" that an illusory mist had risen from his spiritual dimension, and at the same time his hand touched the left pocket of his coat.

There was an antidote for Veritaserum in it.

"For fun." Tiera replied lightly.

Horace Slughorn seemed to have choked on a meal, and his face turned red and white.

"Okay~www.wuxiamtl.com~ That's all for jokes." Tiera stood up with a smile.

"Let him pass the past," Tiera said. "Trust me, Professor Slughorn, no one will ever want to bring that up again, you can put it in your stomach with peace of mind. "

"Thank you," said Horace Slughorn, but still wary and indifferent.

At the same time, the Occlumency Technique running in his mind became more intense.

"No need to be so alert, Professor Slughorn," Tiera said. "Let's not talk about the past, let's talk about the present."

"Now, now? Now what?" asked Horace Slughorn.

"About inviting you to the Golden Book Conference," Tiera said.

"Gold... Book Conference?" Horace Slughorn hesitated at first, then—

"Golden Book Conference!"

Horace Slughorn cried out in surprise and delight.