"Oh, kids, hello. I'm Elder Wolple, a writer. As you may know, my last work got a lot of attention...... In fact, it's called Blood Brothers: My Life Among Vampires, and it's a vampire story written from my own perspective......"

As for the other man's "maybe you know", Harry just wanted to reply "I don't know" now. Of course, as he grew older, he also understood that it was always bad to be so straightforward.

However, the little man, Mr. Worple, pushed the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose. His face was still tired, but he was in good spirits, and he continued without pause.

“…… Yes, in fact, the main thing in the book is about Bloodny, and he is the protagonist of my work. At first, I was only going to write something more mundane, but who knew that Bloodny's life was quite interesting, and I dug out a lot of food for thought from his blandness......"

As he spoke, Wolple turned his head and was about to introduce his best friend, the vampire Bloodny, when he saw that the guy with the dark circles had been caught by a group of schoolgirls.

"Bloodni, don't move!"

Seeing that the vampire's eyes were full of hunger, and he was about to stand up, Wauple immediately reached out and grabbed him.

"Aren't you looking to apply to join the Vampire Tolerance Society? Then bear with me, or I won't be able to recommend it to you......"

He whispered, and when he saw a house-elf passing by with a silver tray, he picked up a piece of fire crab snail burrito and stuffed it into Xueni's hand.

"Here, eat a burrito to cushion your hunger."

When Slughorn, who was standing on the sidelines, looked over to Bloodnie with great interest, Wauple turned back to Hermione and the others, and continued:

"Where did you just go? Oh, forget it, I actually have one more question I want to ask...... Professor Slughorn said, "You know that Mr. Marca McLean well?" ”

As it was a question, Whople's rambling finally stopped, and Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that he would have a day when he would be tired from listening to people.

"Yes, we're friends with Maca......"

But when Hermione heard this, she immediately interrupted him.

"Ah, I don't think you can say that—" she interjected, "Professor McLean's experience, you must know something about Mr. Wapple, and that's why you're interested in him. But I believe you can also understand that how can we ordinary people leave too many traces in his wonderful life? ”

"So, it's a pity...... We used to be classmates, but now we have a teacher-student relationship with him. Otherwise......"

Hermione hadn't finished speaking, but she had said what she had to say. Obviously, she didn't have a good impression of these guys holding pens, and sometimes it was better to keep a good distance as much as possible.

"Oh, is that so?" "Actually, I'm trying to write an autobiography of Mr. McLean so far......," Wapleton sighed It is not an exaggeration for a young wizard like him to be self-faxed in three stages of his life. ”

Halfway through his sentence, he shook his head regretfully.

"And now, two generations of Dark Lords have fallen into his hands, and this is the best time to record the first stage of his life! The qualifications for the writing of the last two parts, writers like me who can't get up or down will definitely not be able to get it, and this is the first part that will ......"

At this moment, Slughorn, who had just been observing the vampire's interest in the burrito, suddenly leaned over again and reached out and kindly patted Vorpur on the shoulder.

"Don't worry! McLean replied to me this time, and he'll be there in a minute...... When the time comes, you can go and talk to him face-to-face yourself! The fat old man said happily, "As long as you tell the truth as you did just now, and I help you say two kind words, I think he may still give you this opportunity!" ”

Even Slughorn, who wanted to exaggerate, did not dare to pack a ticket in this matter, but used the wording "maybe" to leave himself a way out, which shows that he really does not have too much certainty.

"Okay, anyway, let's not talk about this for now, and we'll talk about it when McKellen comes!"

With a wave of his hand, the old man put the subject aside for the time being, and then put his hand into the pocket on the inside of his robe.

"Wolple, and Mr. Bloodni - has the effect passed? Are you starting to get sleepy? ”

As he spoke, he pulled his hand out, pulled out a palm-sized dark potion vial, and looked at the two of them expectantly.

"Oh yes," Wolple rubbed his eyes and yawned, "I didn't think it just now, but now I'm a little tired of you saying that......"

Mr. Vampire, who was sitting not far away, nodded his head before he put the last bite of burrito dough into his mouth and chewed absentmindedly.

"Really?"

Seeing this, Slughorn took out another pocket watch from his chest, and the lid opened with a crisp "ding" sound.

"Well, fifteen minutes...... It was about the same as expected. ”

With that, he pulled the cork from the potions bottle, poured out some irregularly granular white scraps, and handed them to Wauple.

"Want to do more?"

"Of course!"

Wapple immediately swept the pieces into the palm of his hand, and then slapped them all into his mouth with a tilt of his head.

It's probably only three or four seconds!

I saw that his eyes suddenly widened a lot, and the tiredness on his face disappeared all of a sudden, and the slightly ruddy appearance of his cheeks made people intuitively feel what it means to be "radiant".

"Whew," Wolple said with a hundred times more spirit, "this feeling is amazing!" As you can see Professor Slughorn, this effect is many times stronger than any refreshment, and it can also make people feel a sense of happiness like never before! ”

The fat old man of Slughorn gave a little to Vorpur and then to the vampire Bloodny. As he turned to Harry and the others......

"Would you like to try it too? I promise it will make your dance party even more enjoyable. ”

However, just as Harry and the others hesitated, and Slughorn was eager to try again, a hand suddenly reached out from the side.

"Show me."

Everyone was stunned, and then they turned to look over.

"Maca?"

They saw that Maca, who had come out of everyone's side in the cold, did not speak, but just put the potion bottle under her nose and sniffed it gently.

"Professor Slughorn, don't tell me...... That's your good idea? ”

"Uh, right? What's wrong? ”

Slughorn looked at Maca and asked in some confusion.

Maca swept the medicine bottle in her hand and beckoned helplessly:

"Hmm...... Professor Slughorn, let's talk about it in another place! ”

So, in the midst of Harry's inexplicable faces, Maca and the old man walked to the other corner. Immediately after, Maca raised her hand and shook the potion bottle in her hand, her expression first tinged with a hint of puzzlement.

"Professor, isn't this sleep eclipse grass on the market for a long time? Where did you get that? ”

Maca remembered that he had learned of this magical plant in some literature from hundreds of years ago, and that it was said to be able to take sleep from others and accumulate them.

But Maca remembered that this thing was very rare in the first place, and it was not of much use. Therefore, no wizard ever thought of planting and cultivating in the past, and before he knew it, no one had seen it again.

"It was given to me by one of my students who works at an Irish herb plantation...... Actually, I mentioned it in my reply, but I didn't expect that kid to ......"

Speaking of this, it naturally scratched Slughorn's itch again. When talking about the process of getting the sleep eclipse grass, he still seemed faintly proud.

"Oh, really?"

Maca was also a little helpless about the old man's point, but he quickly ignored the slight ostentatiousness in the other man's words, and corrected Slughorn back when he was about to get the subject up.

"But I think the professor should also understand that the boosting effect of this thing is just to save up sleep, right? Do you want everyone to sleep to death afterwards? ”

"Alas, the flaws are not hidden!" Slughorn waved his hand, "There's a full day off tomorrow!" Isn't it good to use the time to today? What's more, I've added a few more ...... to it."

"The juice of the Chev flower makes people happy," Maca immediately grabbed the conversation again, "I was about to say this!" Because I've used it to make some things before, I don't think it can be used too often...... It can make the user less and less sensitive to happy things. ”

At the end, he shook his hand directly and said:

"All in all, you better change your mind - there are other guests at that time, and if you use this thing, I'm afraid they'll come together to protest against our poisoning!"

As soon as Maca finished speaking, before she could even speak, she heard a small commotion behind her.

"You...... Right! It's you...... Your life will be overshadowed by bad luck, and danger is constantly trying to get closer to you......"

He and Slughorn turned their heads together, and soon found the source of the commotion in everyone's sight—it turned out that Professor Trelawney was doing prophetic divination.

Listening to the voice of the divination professor, Maca knew that this woman was fooling people again. After all, he had seen Trelawney's true prophecy with his own eyes, and her voice was quite unique, which looked like a man and a woman, and was neither male nor female.

"Professor Slughorn," he sighed as he watched an alien wizard frightened by the strange prophecy, "I think...... Your prom is really 'lively'. ”