The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"It's golden in color and radiant... This is the best quality elixir!"

"We're in good time, this is the fullest moon night of the year..."

"Based on the price last Christmas, a small bottle like this is worth at least 500 galleons. There are 12 bottles here in total! Merlin on top!"

"..."

Slughorn filled the elixir with great joy. The flowing golden light was poured into the glass bottle. The glass was crystal clear and the liquid shone. Anyone could see that it was a valuable thing!

After the packaging was completed, Slughorn began to have difficulties again. How should he distribute it?

Fire ash snake eggs, wasabi, sea onions... I prepared all the materials for the elixir by myself. I also prepared the equipment such as the crucible and glass bottles by myself. I also completed the previous steps by myself. On the surface, it seems that I have put in all the effort. a lot of.

But he knew very well that this pot of high-quality blessing elixir could be produced smoothly. Thanks to this student, he shortened the potion brewing time and reduced the difficulty of brewing the potion... Compared with the precious Sands of Time, those materials are basically Not worth mentioning.

The finished glass bottles are arranged neatly, and the brilliant golden light sways gently, like a neat row of candles.

Loren waited quietly, smiling, gentle and polite.

"Have I ever said that you resemble a student I once taught..."

"No, sir."

"..."

Slughorn looked at him for several seconds, then stretched out his hand to organize the glass bottle containing the elixir. His slightly fat face was full of sorrow, and his tone was full of reluctance: "I know that many students think I am snobbish, but you Don’t worry, Loren, I’m already this age and I won’t shamelessly take advantage of you…”

"Professor is not a bad person."

"Not a completely good person either."

Slughorn laughed twice and pushed the eight bottles of Felixir over. The hard glass bottom slid on the wooden table with a heavy sound, "Come on, kid, you deserve these!"

Loren smiled and shook his head, and only put away six of the bottles: "Professor, I think these are enough."

Slughorn looked at the remaining two bottles and looked deeply at Loren.

He has jet black hair, dark eyes, handsome features, and a fair face. He does not show any arrogance or aggression in appearance. He looks polite and quiet. He has shown talents beyond ordinary people in multiple disciplines. He is restrained and polite...

Not just appearance, but also the feeling of getting along with others——

With outstanding talent, excellent grades, mature thinking, a sense of humor and leadership skills, this student's characteristics are so distinctive that they simply shine.

He had felt it when he first came into contact with Loren last semester. The savior Potter, the know-it-all Granger, and even the temporarily depressed Malfoy and Nott were more or less impatient with his party. They Maybe you are outstanding in a certain aspect, but your shortcomings are equally obvious.

This student is completely different from his peers. He may not like his banquet deep down, but he always shows great interest in the food. Slughorn tentatively threw the topic to him, and he picked it up effortlessly, passing it to the others in a humorous way.

In private chats, every professor in the school had a favorable impression of him, including the serious Minerva, the gentle Filius, and even the alcoholic divination professor...

It looks like, it really looks like...

Slughorn couldn't figure it out why such a person was not a Slytherin but a Gryffindor?

The Sorting Hat seems to be confused.

After six months of getting along, Slughorn also discovered something different from Tom in him.

For example, Loren would slack off in classwork, tease others, prepare Easter eggs for humble elves at Easter, chat with vulgar half-blood giants, and sometimes behave like a typical Gryffindor. Even fell in love.

"You are really outstanding!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"hiss……"

Slughorn took a breath of air. It was this tone of voice and the right arc of his smile. He looked humble and polite, but it was scary and made him feel uncomfortable.

"Okay..." Slughorn accepted it with complicated emotions, found a seat to sit down, poured tea again, and warned, "I can't help with other things. I have some things to do about the Felixir. Want to tell you.

"Every potions book will solemnly state when introducing Felixir that overdose can cause serious side effects, including but not limited to dizziness, cognitive dissonance, emotional outbursts, fantasy, and arrogance...

"A more serious problem is that long-term and excessive use of Felixir can lead to addiction."

"Addicted?" Loren was a little surprised. This was the first time he heard of it.

"That's right, it's the kind of addictive drug you think of, similar to Muggle drugs." Slughorn said solemnly, "After drinking the Felixir, people will be lucky for twelve hours. This This kind of real good luck can make you happy all day long. When you adapt to this state and return to normal life, you will feel lost and depressed, and you will unconsciously want to continue using Felixir. "

"So that's it..." Loren showed a thoughtful expression.

"I suggest you resell the elixir of blessing, or store it in Gringotts's vault, and use it when the time comes that is truly important."

"I understand, Professor."

Loren thought about it and left the Potions Master's office.

…

Saturday, library.

Loren was reading about the records of the Felix Felicis in various books, while Hermione was doing her homework of translating ancient runes.

Hermione, who was sitting by the window, was focused. She held a white feather pen and buried her head in writing. Occasionally, she reached out to turn over the textbook next to her. When she encountered a difficult problem, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and her long eyelashes trembled gently. The skylight outside the window shone on the book, illuminating her fair face, making her nose bridge particularly delicate, and her lips pursed together looked very beautiful.

They were really a pair of men and women who were very pleasing to the eye.

Dada...

Accompanied by extremely light footsteps, the footsteps of Madam Pince were approaching.

Loren and Hermione immediately noticed the sound, moved their eyes away from the books, and looked up with puzzled eyes.

The administrator leaned over to the little witch's ear and whispered softly.

"Okay, I know, thank you, Madam Pince..."

Hermione thanked her softly, then gave Loren a look, and left the library with light steps.

Loren's eyes fell on the open books and the open ink bottle. The paper and pen on the table were not put away, which proved that she would be back soon. It was not a big deal. It was probably Parvati or Lavender looking for her.

After reading about Zygmunt Budge's school life, Loren looked up again and saw Hermione coming in with two small glass bottles with a blank expression.

One bottle in each hand, shining brightly.