I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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

"Sir, you are too kind."

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

Slughorn ramblingly 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 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.

There were many sofas and armchairs in the room, and in the center was a huge 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 at this time, 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, damn 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 tasseled footstool and sat beside him, nodding in satisfaction after seeing Sean carefully repack his five galleons an ounce of bicorn horn powder.

"Mr. Wallop, I will give you a tube of vitality tonic in a while." 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 potions produced by the Potions professor were much better 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 learned something in my studies, so it's not such a compliment." Sean said modestly.

"You're very humble, Wallep. Well, are you from a wizarding family or?"

"Neither my parents knew magic."

Slughorn nodded, and then said as if explaining: "Please don't get me wrong, I have no prejudice against wizards from Muggle families. I have taught many wizards from Muggle families, and they are equally outstanding. .”

"I see what you mean, sir," Sean said understandingly.

He was puzzled, though, 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 thinking about something.

"Any questions, Professor?"

Slughorn waved his hand, and he laughed: "Ha - just a casual question."

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." 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 also polite. He put away the medicine and said with a smile, "Thank you for your generosity, sir."

Slughorn wasn't as fond of taking advantage of small things as the rumors said, and he was paid for his voluntary labor, which Sean was very satisfied with.

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

"I wish you a sweet dream, sir."

Just when Sean was about to leave, he remembered something. His roommate, Stephen Kornfort, had been struggling with his grades in Potions class. To buy a book about potions that suits him.

That's the right 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. As you know, I'm not very good at potions." Sean smiled helplessly.

"Oh, you're very enterprising, we're always improving in our studies. By the way, wait a minute," Slughorn rummaged through for a while, then handed over a gold-rimmed notebook, "Here, here are some of my little tips when making potions, which may be helpful to you."

Sean took it over flattered, and said in surprise, "Sir, isn't this a little too expensive?"

Slughorn waved his hand nonchalantly: "Never mind, never mind."

Sean smiled unconsciously, today's job is so worth it.

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

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

"Oh, who?"

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

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

Um? 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 half-open office door was automatically closed tightly.

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

"I was discovered by you..."