A day at Hogwarts

"Great potion!"

"Great cause!"

"The great wizard!"

"Of course, I am not saying that I am great. What I am saying is that wizards from all over the world put aside their prejudices and unreservedly contribute their wisdom to a problem that has troubled mankind for thousands of years."

In a private room at the Dancing Grass Restaurant, Horace Slughorn was eating venison steak and talking excitedly about his experiences in the Himalayas.

Today, in addition to the editors of the Daily Prophet Barnabas Cuffy and Charles, the guests Slughorn invited were Damocles Belby, the inventor of Wolfsbane potion, and Tiberus Mac, an official of the Ministry of Magic. Ragan, Blood Brothers: My Life as a Vampire author Elder Walple, Honeydukes' Ambrosio Froome, Zuko's Joke Shop's Bilton Billmes, opera actress Darlie Ya, a photographer named Adrian, and the beautiful witch Madame Chabini, are all members of the Slug Club except Charles.

At the dinner table, Barnabas Cuffy conducted an interview with Slughorn about the werewolf antidote, and everyone talked while eating.

Charles sat on the other side of Slughorn, eating steak. From time to time he glanced at Madame Chabini, who was fair-skinned, intellectual, sociable, wearing a long white dress and shawl, with long wavy hair. He thought that she was indeed a legendary witch who had been widowed seven times. There is a particularly charming charm.

This kind of charm does not have some magical properties like Veela, but her innate physical talent and temperament.

Charles thought to himself that her ex-husbands might not have died due to conspiracy.

Madame Chabini noticed Charles looking at her and smiled at him.

Charles smiled politely back, but his heart trembled. Could it be that he had some legacy from Wei Wu?

"This is all thanks to Charles!" At this time, Slughorn drew everyone's attention to Charles. "It was him who found the medicine to treat werewolves, which led to our research."

Charles immediately said humbly: "I just discovered the results that were buried by my predecessors. It is you who really made the contribution."

Slughorn said to him: "Young people don't need to be too modest. You are at the age where you should announce to the world how capable you are. This is what old men like us should do."

"We often hear your teacher praise you for how smart you are. If he doesn't praise you for a day, he won't be able to eat."

"Haha, we all call meal time 'Charles time'."

Charles didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Now he had really traveled from Ireland to Cathay, and no one knew about it.

After praising Charles, Slughorn said to Damocles Belby: "Damocles, I did not invite you to participate in the research on the werewolf antidote this time. I apologize to you."

"I don't think you are not good at it. Your wolfsbane potion is regarded as a great invention by pharmacists from all over the world."

"The main thing is the route. When I went there, they had tried many research routes. The route you are good at is not suitable for this drug."

"Your work still gives us a lot of inspiration and helps us avoid many detours."

Damocles Belby is the most depressed person here today. He was awarded the Order of Merlin for his invention of Wolfsbane potion. This time, he did not get any news about the development of the werewolf antidote, and his whole person became depressed.

Slughorn knew how to be a good person. After explaining why he was not invited, he gave him another sweet date: "With my efforts, St. Mungo's Hospital will conduct Europe's first large-scale hospital next September. For the drug experiment, they asked me to recommend a consultant who has research on werewolves, Damocles, and I recommended you."

Belby's eyes suddenly became energetic, he raised his glass and said to Slughorn: "Thank you, I will not disappoint your expectations."

Slughorn raised his glass and said, "I believe in your talent."

After taking a sip of wine, Belby said: "I heard that the Ministry of Magic is going to take charge of this matter. I'm worried about them...you know those bureaucrats."

Charles thought he knew about the Ministry of Magic.

Slughorn naturally knew the urinal nature of those guys, so he turned to Tibelus McLagan and asked: "Tiberus, do you know who is leading this matter in the Ministry of Magic?"

"I would like to invite him to dinner tonight to talk about the importance of this matter."

The role of his network is reflected at this time. If you need to communicate privately in advance, you can avoid a lot of red tape in the Ministry of Magic.

McLagan has a wide network of contacts in the Ministry of Magic and knows a lot of information. At this time, he said awkwardly: "The Ministry of Magic has determined that the Werewolf Support Service Office will be responsible for this work."

"But I'm afraid you won't be able to dine with him tonight."

Slughorn asked calmly: "Why, is he resisting the job?"

He knew what happened in this office and thought that the Ministry of Magic might force someone to do this, but the other party became uncooperative.

"This is a big matter." Slughorn continued. "The Ministry of Magic should take it seriously. I think those who are uncooperative should simply be transferred to the Centaur Liaison Office."

McLagan suppressed a laugh and turned his face away.

"Tiberus," Slughorn thought of a possibility, "you don't want to tell me that the director of the Werewolf Support Service Office and the director of the Centaur Liaison Office are the same person."

In his opinion, the Centaur Liaison Office was the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic, and it was normal for them to do the drudgery of the Werewolf Support Service Office.

McLagan nodded.

"I see." Slughorn understood. "It's not surprising that he would resist."

"You contact him for me, I will give him some advice and I will ensure that this matter will be done beautifully."

"It's not like he's against it," McLagan said, shaking his head.

Slughorn was confused now and asked: "Why?"

McLaggen said seriously: "I thought the dementors would come to Hogsmeade to search for Black after sunset, so he must return to Hogwarts Castle before dinner."

"So that's it." Slughorn seemed to understand. "Which professor is it, Severus?"

McLagan shook his head deliberately.

"Is it that big man?" Slughorn thought of Hagrid. "He is indeed suitable for dealing with centaurs and werewolves, physically speaking."

McLaggen laughed and said, "He's sitting right next to you."

Slughorn was startled. He first looked at Barnabas Cuffy on the left, thinking he was going back to the castle, and then looked at Charles on the right.

"Charles?" Slughorn asked incredulously, "Is he talking about you?"

Charles smiled and nodded.

"Hoho!" Slughorn laughed, "You really gave me too many surprises!"