Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 54: Changing faces

Slughorn showed a satisfied smile, and he waved to Sean: "Great, Mr. Wallop, you saved me."

"Sir, you are too polite."

"No, no, I'm telling the truth. People of my age should sit in a small bungalow and bask in the sun every day and listen to music. It's good for my health."

Slughorn chattered and took Sean to his office on the seventh floor.

It was a hot and crowded room, even though Slughorn's office was much larger than that of the other professors.

The ceiling and walls are hung with emerald green, crimson and golden drapes. At first glance, it will make people feel like they have entered a tent. There is a golden luxurious chandelier hanging on the ceiling, and there are glowing elves in the lamp.

However, there seems to be a lot less decoration on the chandelier, which makes it look weird.

The room was filled with sofas and armchairs, and in the center was a large round-faced dining table, which Slughorn presumably used to entertain members of his Slug Club.

There is a black metal box on the very edge, which seems to be used to keep valuables.

On the wall next to the box, the doors and drawers of several cabinets were opened wide, and the contents inside were all messed up.

Slughorn staggered to the cabinet. He frowned and muttered, "I'll never put silver and gold powder in the medicine cabinet again, **** it..."

He turned his head to Sean and said, "Mr. Wallop, just put away those medicinal materials in different categories, and please help put back the spilled medicinal powder."

"Okay, sir." Sean took the straw with an air bag from him and started this voluntary labor.

Slughorn found a fringed pedal and sat beside him. After seeing Sean carefully repack his five galleons an ounce of bicorn horn powder, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. Wallop, I will give you a tube of vitality tonic later." He and Sean looked at each other, and then smiled, "You don't need to refuse, this is what you deserve for your meticulous work."

"Then I'd rather be obedient than respectful, sir."

Sean turned back and continued to work. Although the work was cumbersome and troublesome, Slughorn's Vitality Tonic was a good thing. The potion produced by the Potions professor was much stronger than those on the market.

Slughorn chatted with him as he packed a chest.

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that your talent in transfiguration is amazing."

"It's just that I have some experience in learning, and it's not such a compliment." Sean said modestly.

"You're very humble, Wallop. Well, are you from a wizarding family or not?"

"Neither my parents know magic."

Slughorn nodded, and then said as if explaining: "Please don't get me wrong, I don't have any prejudice against wizards from Muggle families. I have taught many wizards from Muggle families, and they are equally outstanding."

"I understand what you mean, sir." Sean said empathetically.

However, he was puzzled that Slughorn hadn't mentioned Harry's mother: Lily Potter.

You know, what this gentleman likes most is to show off his outstanding students.

The two continued to chat for a while, Slughorn rubbed his shoulders, then changed his sitting position, and said casually: "Did you also receive the admission letter from Nurmengard?"

Although he was a little puzzled as to why the other party would ask this, Sean still nodded.

"Oh, then why did you choose Hogwarts?" Slughorn smiled like a walrus resting.

Sean thought for a while, and said with a smile: "It's just a feeling, I think Hogwarts would be more suitable for me."

"It feels..." Slughorn stroked his short beard, as if he was thinking about something.

"Any questions, Professor?"

Slughorn waved his hand, he laughed: "Ha - just asking casually."

After Sean finished packing up all the medicinal materials, he closed the last cabinet door and stretched his neck.

He looked at the tin box: "Is there anything that needs to be sorted out, sir?"

"Oh, there's no need for that one." Slughorn walked to his side, just blocking Sean from the box.

With a wave of his wand, the dispensing kit flew to him.

"Here, take it, boy." Slughorn rummaged for a while, and handed over a small tube of orange potion.

Sean was not too polite. He put away the medicine and said with a smile, "Thank you for your generosity, sir."

Slughorn is not as fond of taking advantage of small things as the rumors say, and he has received remuneration for his voluntary labor, which Sean is very satisfied with.

"You deserve it, well, I won't take up your time, go back, kid." Slughorn showed his trademark walrus smile again.

"Have a nice dream, sir."

Just as Sean was about to leave, he remembered something. His roommate Stephen Kornford had been struggling with his Potions class results. Like himself, he had mediocre potion talents, so Stephen has been talking about buying a book about potions that suits him recently.

It's a good time to ask here today, and Sean is going to buy a copy himself.

"By the way, sir, I can ask if there are any books that can help you understand the knowledge of potions. The elementary ones are fine. You know, I'm not very good at potions." Sean smiled helplessly.

"Oh, you are very enterprising, we always have to improve in our studies. By the way, wait a minute," Slughorn rummaged for a while, and then handed over a notebook with a gold border, "Here, these are some of my little tips when making potions, which may be helpful to you~IndoMTL.com~ Sean was flattered and took it over, surprised: "Sir, isn't this a little too expensive? "

Slughorn waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

Sean smiled unconsciously, today's work is too worthwhile.

Thanks again, before leaving, Sean asked: "Sir, can I tell my classmates what's on the note?"

Hermione would love this, and Shaun wouldn't mind sharing it at all if Stephen wanted it.

"Oh, who?"

"My friends, Hermione and Stephen." After finishing speaking, Sean remembered that Slughorn might not remember who the two were, and just as he was about to explain, Slughorn spoke directly.

"Miss Granger and Mr. Kernford, oh, that's fine too."

Huh? What the hell? Can Slughorn remember people's names? Forget Hermione, she has excellent grades. And Kornford, like himself, is a little transparent in Potions class.

At this time, there was a violent noise from the big iron box in the corner, and the stiffness that flashed across Slughorn's face was well hidden by him, and he smiled at Sean: "It's getting late, let's go back."

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Sean couldn't help but think of Professor Moody in the original book...

A bad feeling came over him.

"Then I will take my leave, sir."

Sean turned his head and was about to leave, but found that the office door, which was ajar, was automatically closed tightly.

Behind him, Slughorn's voice suddenly became calm and hard.

"I was discovered by you..."