I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

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

"Sir, you are too polite."

"No, no, what I said is true. People of my age should sit in a small bungalow and bask in the sun every day and listen to music. This is 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 other professors.

There are emerald green, crimson and gold curtains hanging on the ceiling and walls. At first glance, you will feel like you have walked into a tent. There are luxurious golden chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, with glowing elves twinkling inside the lights.

However, the decorations on the chandelier seem to be missing a lot, which makes it look weird.

There were many sofas and armchairs in the room, and there was a huge round dining table in the middle, which was probably used by Slughorn to entertain members of his slug club.

There is a black iron box at the very edge, which seems to be used to store valuables.

On the wall next to the box, several cupboard doors and drawers were now wide open, and the contents inside were all messed up.

Slughorn staggered to the cabinet, he frowned and muttered: "I will never put silver powder and gold powder in the medicine cabinet again, damn sniff..."

He turned to Sean and said: "Mr. Wallop, just put the medicinal materials into categories. Please help put back the spilled medicinal powders."

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

Slughorn found a spiked pedal and sat next to it. After seeing Sean carefully put back his five galleons and one ounce of bicorn horn powder, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. Wallop, I will give you a tube of vitality tonic in a moment," he met Sean's eyes, and then smiled, "No need to refuse, this is what you deserve for your meticulous work."

"Then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful, sir."

Sean turned back and continued working. Although this work was tedious and troublesome, Slughorn's vitality tonic was a good thing. The potions produced by the Potions Professor were much stronger than those on the market.

While he was packing a cupboard, Slughorn chatted with him.

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

"It's just some learning experience, I can't call it such a compliment." Sean said modestly.

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

"Neither of my parents knows 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.

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

However, he was a little confused because Slughorn did not mention Harry's mother: Lily Potter.

You know, what this gentleman likes most is to show off the outstanding students he once had.

The two continued chatting for a while. Slughorn rubbed his shoulders, then changed his sitting position and said casually: "You also received the admission notice from Nurmengard, right?"

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

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

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 like..." Slughorn touched his short beard, as if thinking about something.

"Any questions, Professor?"

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

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

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

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

He waved his wand and the medicine package flew to him.

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

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

Slughorn is not as fond of taking advantage as the rumors say. He has been paid for his voluntary labor, and Sean is very satisfied with this.

"You deserve this. Okay, I won't take up your time anymore. Go back, kid." Slughorn showed his signature walrus smile again.

"Have a sweet dream, sir."

Just when Sean was about to leave, he remembered something. His roommate Stephen Kornford had been struggling with his grades in Potions class. Like himself, he had mediocre talent in Potions, so Stephen had been talking about it lately.

I need to buy a book about potions that is suitable for him.

I just wanted to ask about it today, and Sean is planning to buy a copy himself.

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

"Oh, you are very enterprising. We always have to make progress while learning. By the way, wait a minute," Slughorn rummaged for a while and then handed over a gold-rimmed notebook.

"Here, here are some tips I gained when making potions. They may be helpful to you."

Sean took it flattered and said in surprise: "Sir, is this a little too expensive?"

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

Sean smiled unconsciously, today's work was so worth it.

After thanking him again, before leaving, Sean asked: "Sir, can I tell my classmates the contents of the notes?"

Hermione would probably enjoy this, Stephen wouldn't mind sharing it if he needed to.

"Oh, who?"

"My friends, Hermione and Stephen." After saying this, Sean remembered that Slughorn might not remember who they were. Just as he was about to explain, Slughorn spoke directly.

"Miss Granger and Mr. Cornford, oh, that's okay too."

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

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

,Let's go back."

"Uh huh!" A strange voice came from the big iron box again, like... like a person's mouth was covered.

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

A bad feeling came over him.

"Then I'll take my leave now, sir."

Sean turned around and was about to leave, but found that the ajar office door suddenly closed tightly automatically.

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

"I was discovered by you..."