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"Severus, I know you are excellent, but I never thought you had such a superb ability to train students!"

In Snape's office.

The speaker was a short, fat, bald wizard. His eyes were particularly eye-catching because of the bulge, and his thick silver beard hung down to his chest, just like a walrus wearing glasses.

At this moment, he smiled with curved eyebrows and his tone was full of emotion and appreciation.

"You can actually teach a genius student like Devereux! You really surprised me that you can even solve lycanthropy. If you keep going like this, you will get the Order of Merlin sooner or later!"

Snape sat behind his desk, holding a thick black book in his hand, looking down and flipping through it, occasionally nodding in response, but his expression was always cold.

The short and fat wizard opened his mouth and was obviously in high spirits.

"Alas, if Filius hadn't invited me to participate in this duel, I'm afraid I wouldn't have found an excuse to see this genius in person. Haha, I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Looking forward to it?"

Snape's tone was flat, and his fingertips gently turned a page of the book without even lifting his eyelids.

The short and fat wizard paused slightly, then slowed down his tone with a hint of joking.

"You, Severus, are still exactly the same as before."

Snape then slowly closed the book, raised his cold eyes, and met the other's smiling face.

"Horace, yes, it's really surprising, how could someone who has never participated in your club take over your class and become the professor of potions?"

Slughorn seemed to have completely ignored the irony in this remark, and still smiled happily.

"Haha, Severus, doesn't it mean that Hogwarts has a good eye for talent? However, speaking of tomorrow's game-" He deliberately prolonged his tone and glanced at Snape cunningly, "Who do you think will win?"

Snape did not respond, but just stared at him coldly.

Slughorn was not annoyed and continued.

"To be honest, I really want to support your beloved student Deveraux. But I still think Harris has a better chance of winning. You know, I met him once this summer-their family is an extremely prominent family in the Muggle world. To be honest, I saw some of Filius's shadow in him, haha. If you ask me, he should definitely go to Ravenclaw."

He paused and turned back to the topic.

"As for Deveraux - he is too young after all. However, I still think highly of him. How should I put it? He should be in the top five, right? After all, he is your student. You have taught him some skills, right?"

After saying that, he took a sip of tea, but his eyes were fixed on Snape's reaction, obviously testing him.

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes swept over like a blade.

"Really?"

His tone was light, but it was cold.

"It's strange, I don't remember what I taught him."

Horace Slughorn blinked, and the smile on his face froze slightly, but soon returned to normal, lowered his head to cover up and took a sip of tea, and did not continue to ask.

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Hogwarts, Great Hall

The Great Hall at this time has been carefully decorated and completely turned into a huge arena.

The whole space looks three or four times more spacious than usual. The place where four long tables of the college are usually placed has been transformed into a magnificent arena.

On both sides of the ring are Quidditch-style tiered seats, with rows of spectator seats towering high, which can accommodate thousands of spectators.

Beside the ring, there is a commotion.

"Come on, let me take a photo with this genius of the new era!"

Horace Slughorn smiled with wrinkles all over his face, calling out to the reporter of the Daily Prophet standing next to him.

The reporter hurried over, holding the camera and pointing it at Slughorn and Deveraux standing next to him.

With a "click", the flash of the magic camera lit up.

Deveraux forced a smile, but looked embarrassed.

This game started early in the morning.

He didn't have time to ask Professor McGonagall about the progress of this subject.

On the tiered seats in the distance, several senior Gryffindor students were whispering.

"Hey, this is too much of a spectacle, it's so much bigger than last week. This venue looks like it can seat at least 800 people, right?"

"Yes, and look, even reporters are here! And many former professors have been invited back to watch the game. The school really spent a lot of money this time."

"That's not true. The dark wizards have been making so much trouble recently, and the school probably wants to use this game to shock them and show the dueling strength of the magic world. Hey, Percy, you have to perform well this time!"

One of them reached out and patted the red-haired boy next to him.

"Huh?"

Percy WeiSly was stunned by the pat. He was in a trance and obviously didn't hear the content of his friends' conversation.

He looked up at everyone and nodded with a reluctant expression.

"What's wrong with you? You've been in a state of mind this week. What happened?"

His friend asked with concern.

Percy shook his head and forced a smile: "It's okay, just a little nervous."

Hearing this, the other people immediately began to cheer him up.

"Don't be nervous! We are all counting on you to get into the top three!"

"Yes, Percy, don't be scared, our Gryffindor's face depends on you!"

Percy listened to his friends' encouragement, and the smile on his face was still stiff.

He reluctantly nodded, and after watching them regain their interest and continue to discuss other topics, his expression gradually subsided.

He lowered his head and gently rubbed his fingers across the corners of his mouth. The action was secretive and deliberate, as if he was hiding a secret.

"Oh! Isn't this the famous Harry Potter? Come on, kid, take a photo with me!"

Slughorn, who had just finished taking a whole set of "photos" with Deveraux, saw Harry just entering the venue, and his eyes immediately lit up, and he excitedly wanted to pull him over for a photo.

Before Harry could react, Slughorn's movements suddenly paused, as if he suddenly realized something.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes swept over a large group of Gryffindor students behind Harry, and then his smile became even bigger.

"Come on, kids! Come together! Let's take a big group photo as a promotional material for this competition, how about it?"

The Gryffindor students looked at each other, but they couldn't resist Slughorn's enthusiastic greeting. In the end, a group of people were organized to take a group photo with the former dean of Slytherin, which was neither awkward nor strange.

Finally, the photo was taken.

Deveraux was finally able to get away and returned to the student seats.

He felt a little helpless, but thinking about the potion experience entry that Slughorn had just given him, he could bear it.

That's right, he just loaded the [Potion Talent] entry from Slughorn.

This is a purple experience entry!

Hehe, he is worthy of being a potion master who has been a professor for half a century.

The potion knowledge and experience brought to Deveraux at this moment made Deveraux feel that he might be better than Snape in potion!

But he didn't have time to digest it completely now.

After Deveraux completely internalized his experience.

Then he would become a potion master who surpassed Snape in all aspects!

Of course, he might not be as rich as Snape.

As for why this happened just now, he knew very well that Slughorn would show such enthusiasm for him, probably because he heard the news that he invented the wolfsbane potion, so he deliberately showed his goodwill.

As for why he suddenly took a photo with Gryffindor students just now, Deveraux felt that the old professor was probably worried that he and Harry would get too close and be targeted by some Death Eaters, which would bring trouble to him in the future.

(Two more updates!)