The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Mrs. Diana Greengrass looked nervously at what was happening in front of her.

Both Jon Hart and Horace Slughorn devoted themselves to the preparation of potions... Two huge cauldrons were steaming into the sky; All the wizards were already tired.

They have spent more than a day and a night on this potion preparation... There is hardly any rest in between.

"I'm done!" Slughorn on the side let out a long sigh of relief.

Jon ignored him, but concentrated on adding half an ounce of bird snake egg powder to his crucible, and then added a little powdered common rue...

Slughorn had already drawn his wand, aimed it at his cauldron, and whispered:

"Felixempra!"

The potion in the crucible quickly turned golden, like molten gold, and large drops of liquid splashed in the crucible, like goldfish, but none of them spilled out... bursts of fragrance came from the crucible, making people I feel very happy after asking.

Jon tried his best not to feel the scent, and he took out his wand lightly, and drew an "8" symbol on the top of the cauldron:

"Felixempra!"

The potion in his own crucible also began to turn into drops of golden liquid, but it didn't splash around like Slughorn's potion, but shrank obediently in the center of the crucible.

Moreover, the degree of golden splendor is slightly better than the liquid in Slughorn's cauldron.

...

Horace Slughorn looked at his opponent's cauldron in disbelief, then at his own -

After going through several cycles like this, he had no choice but to lower his head in frustration, and sighed:

"Looks like I lost!"

Experienced pharmacists can completely judge the potency of Felicia Felicia by the golden degree of it... Slughorn himself was too absent-minded during the initial preparation process and made many mistakes, even though he has been working on it since then Make up, but the defect is still obvious.

The potion sequence used by Jon is more ingenious, and although the steps in the preparation process are relatively unfamiliar, but almost no mistakes are made, so it is slightly higher than Slughorn.

Jon, who was relaxed, was paralyzed on the chair, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mrs. Greengrass on the side also showed an excited smile on her face.

"If you are the descendant of Principal Armando Dippet, then it's not too unjust to lose to you!" Slughorn was quite open-minded, and he said with a relaxed face.

Jon supported his tired body, stood up and poured out the golden liquid in the crucible drop by drop, and poured it into a crystal bottle.

Bending down to put the crystal bottle into the suitcase, Jon turned his head and looked at Slughorn——

He asked softly: "Professor Slughorn, you haven't forgotten our bet, have you?"

"No." Slughorn nodded, bound by an unbreakable oath, and he knew very well that there was no possibility of breaking the appointment: "Say your question, Mr. Hart... Remember, it is only for academics content."

"Of course!" Jon nodded with a smile: "What I want to ask is...a subject on Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"Defense against the Dark Arts... I thought you were going to ask about potions?" Slughorn muttered, without the slightest seriousness of the situation: "Ask..."

"That's... how to make a Horcrux, the complete process?"

...

The entire castle suddenly fell into silence.

Horace Slughorn looked straight at Jon, as if his eyes could kill.

Mrs. Diana Greengrass on the side also cheered up, gently holding her wand with her right hand.

"I don't know anything about Horcruxes, and even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you! Get out now, and don't let me hear you mention this again!" Slughorn growled with a straight face.

"Nothing can fool the unbreakable oath, you should be very clear." Jon said calmly: "Even if you modify your memory, or use some language loopholes, the effect is the same!"

"Did Albus Dumbledore send you here?" Slughorn asked coldly.

"No." Jon shook his head: "It has nothing to do with Dumbledore..."

"Then why do you..."

Before Slughorn finished speaking, Jon had already taken out the Slytherin locket from his pocket, and threw it at Slughorn without looking at it: "Look at this and you will know !"

"The locket..." Slughorn took the locket, and this time there was no curiosity on his face, only caution.

After opening the locket and examining it carefully, Slughorn's face suddenly changed dramatically... For the first time since Jon stepped into his residence, he saw fear on his face.

"Diana...can you come out for a while?" he said in a trembling voice.

Mrs. Greengrass looked at Jon curiously and worriedly, and Jon nodded slightly to her.

...

With Mrs. Greengrass gone, only Jon and Slughorn are left in the castle.

Slughorn was as pale as death; Jon was calm.

"Who exactly does this locket belong to?" Slughorn asked tremblingly.

"As I said, it once belonged to Tom..." Jon replied with a smile: "If it's after mother's name, it's Tom Gaunt; and if it's after father's name...his name is 'Tom Riddle' !"

Slughorn's hand trembled, and the wand in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Are you his?" He didn't pick up his wand, but looked straight at Jon.

"Count it as half." Jon said honestly: "I worked under him for a while..."

Slughorn's cheeks were covered with sweat, he bent down, picked up his wand, wiped it with his sleeve... At the same time, the thin, red shining chain loomed his side.

"This is your plan... If you lose, you use it to threaten me?"

"Yeah... But obviously it's safer to win... Otherwise, I don't know if you will deceive me in the answer, or not tell me the complete answer!" Jon nodded, pointing to Slughorn The chain on En's body: "I'm lucky...Professor Slughorn, I suggest you answer quickly, or you will be identified as an 'Oathbreaker'!"

Slughorn snorted coldly, then lowered his voice: "Horcruxes are a very, very evil product of black magic..."