To become a top master in a magical field, of course, one's own efforts are essential, but it is talent that really plays a decisive role.

It's like math...... For most people, it is difficult to learn high mathematics, and no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to reach the deepest field.

Therefore, as one of the few potions masters in the wizarding world, Slughorn's talent in potions is undoubted, not to mention the historical level, and it is definitely one of the best in modern times.

Rove had experienced Snape's talent for potions before, and the complexities and subtleties of potions could be understood at a glance and drawn from them......

He still remembers that wonderful feeling!

So, seeing that the reward of the system was Slughorn's potions talent, Rove was overjoyed.

However, when the boy saw clearly the disease that needed to be treated, his fiery heart instantly fell silent.

Diabetes...... Both the Muggle world and the wizarding world are terminal diseases, which can only be controlled at best, but not completely cured.

Isn't this a reward that can only be hoped for?!

With a deep sense of disappointment, Rove quickly walked through the porch to the living room.

Horace and Nellisy followed him into the living room, and saw a young girl in an apricot-yellow robe in the distance, greeted with light steps.

The girl had a very beautiful face, a pair of burgundy eyes, bright as red jade, a silver hair rope tied up her long hair, and a braid like a ponytail tied around her slender snow-white neck, like a clear water hibiscus, which made people forget at first sight.

Whether it is appearance or temperament, it is amazing to the extreme, such a witch...... Even Horace, who is more than 100 years old, is only seen in his life.

He looked at Rove and asked, "Who is this?" ”

"Shirley Swinton." Rove smiled, "She's a student at Ravenclaw Academy. ”

Shirley walked up to Rove and stood side by side with him, then Sakura's mouth opened slightly, and said:

"Mr. Slughorn, Miss Slughorn...... Hello. ”

"Hello, kid." Horace looked at Shirley, marveling at her beauty, but also guessing about her relationship with Rove, and asked:

"Is your dean's health okay?"

"It's good." Shirley smiled, "Professor Flitwick is in good health and looks good. ”

"That's good!" Horace nodded, "When I was a Potions professor at Hogwarts, I had the best relationship with Professor Flitwick. ”

Nelishi looked at the bright and moving ponytail girl, and suddenly asked:

"You're the Hogwarts student who won the Triwizard Tournament, right?"

Everyone turned to look at Nellis, who playfully stuck out her tongue and explained:

"I saw an article in the New York Ghost the other day that reported on it, but there were no photos, so I'm a little unsure......"

Shirley suddenly knew that it must have been Margaery's article, she had consulted herself before, Shirley did not refuse, but just asked her not to put her own photo.

"It's me." The ponytail girl said.

Nellis stared at Shirley, two dimples appearing on either side of her cheeks, and said:

"To be able to win the championship in the competition of three schools of magic...... You're amazing. ”

Hearing this, Horace's eyes also lit up, he likes to make friends with genius wizards the most, and students who can get the Triwizard Tournament are undoubtedly geniuses.

It's worth it...... I didn't expect to meet two of these students at once!

"I was just lucky." Shirley smiled lightly and said:

"Rove was supposed to be the champion, but he went to Westminster Abbey to stop Voldemort and gave up the game, so I picked it up."

Hearing Voldemort's name, Horace couldn't help but shudder, completely speechless in his heart:

This is true of Rove, the same is true of the girl in front of him, and his great-granddaughter...... All mouthful of Voldemort, this group of young people really have no awe of the Dark Lord!

"Oh...... By the way, I'll introduce you both. "This is my great-granddaughter, Nellis Slughorn—the same age as you, but a student at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. ”

Nelishi nodded slightly, handed over a box of delicately packaged pineapple candied fruit and a large box of nourishing bee candy, and said with a smile: "This is a gift......

"It's also to apologize." Horace continued: "There may have been some misunderstanding when we were just at the port. ”

"That's not a big deal, Mr. Slughorn, forget about it." Rove smiled.

Seeing that the young man had uncovered it understately and accepted the gift, Horace suddenly relieved himself, and he suddenly saw several small bottles in Shirley's hand, and said curiously:

"What is this?"

"The potions blind box we both bought in Diagon Alley earlier." Rove smiled: "You are a potions master, can you help test the ingredients of these potions?" ”

"It's easy." Horace nodded in agreement, and Nellis walked briskly and took the vials from Shirley.

Horace asked, "Where are you going on this trip?" ”

"Iceland." Rove replied.

"Oh, what a coincidence, we're going to Iceland too." Horace smiled happily:

"Quidditch European Championship qualifiers – England v Iceland – are going to start this week."

"My student Gwenog Jones – as you may have heard of – is now a famous hitter for Holyhead Harpy – gave me a ticket to the top box and invited me to Iceland."

After showing off, Horace asked, "You guys are also going to watch the game, right?" ”

"No, we're invited to the International Confederation of Wizards." Rove said.

Horace's curiosity grew, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Is it about the Death Eaters and the Mysteries?" ”

"There may be issues on this side." "There's also a part about the saints," Rove said. ”

When the old man heard the word saint, he, who was still excited just now, suddenly fell silent, and after a while, he licked his lips and said hoarsely:

"Rove, the organization of saints has a long history and is extremely terrifying, I advise you...... It's best not to provoke them. ”

Rove raised an eyebrow and said, "You look familiar with the saints?" ”

"No...... Uncooked. Slughorn hurriedly shook his head, he groped in his breast pocket for a while, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweaty forehead and said:

"It's just that I'm older, and I've heard a lot of terrible rumors about this organization."

The old man didn't seem to want to mention the saints, and he stiffly changed the subject:

"Are you two free tonight? I'm hosting a dinner in room D6 tonight, can you two have dinner together? ”

"No problem." Rove agreed.

Horace successfully invited Rove and Shirley, and left in a hurry with Nellis.

After they left, Shirley whispered:

"This Mr. Horace Slughorn should have heard more than just about the saints...... It's that simple. ”

"yes." Rove groaned:

"Maybe he, like Mr. Grigovich, was once a member of the Saints, and had a high rank."

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(End of chapter)