Snape couldn't.

It is also the first time that such a blunt remark has been prominently criticized by a student for a professor as Slughorn with decades of teaching experience.

So justifiable?

It was rumored that Harry and Snape had a bad relationship, and the two often quarreled and even fought.

In a word, he believed.

"Harry, Severus is good too." Slughorn whispered, "Of course, he may be a little younger, after all, he is only in his thirties. Many good, great Potions masters, at his age, were only diligent apprentices, and Severus was a big step ahead of us. ”

Harry nodded, "Maybe he'll be like you in the future, but he's still a young man." ”

He was referring to age.

Slughorn understood it as "the level of potions", and his face wrinkled into a smile: "No, not maybe, yes, Severus, and Harry, you will all become greater than me." ”

What happened on the train must be an illusion!

That's right, an illusion.

Harry probably didn't know that Riddle was a mystery man, or that Barty Crouch Jr. was not pricking himself in the heart, but simply complimenting himself.

It's that I'm too sensitive.

Dumbledore was an exaggeration, and Harry was a good talker.

This mouth is so sweet, it's like smeared honey, and Riddle spoke so nicely at the beginning.

"Does the professor have any opinions?" Harry asked earnestly.

Slughorn enthusiastically asked Harry what he wanted, why he used these ingredients, and what was the point of proportion, the use of many of the ingredients in this recipe was very unexpected, although Harry said that it could have the same effect as the wolf venom potion, and the available materials and the wolf venom potion did not overlap.

It was a potion that at first glance seemed beyond his system.

"Does this work for werewolves?"

"Does this work against werewolves as well?"

"My Merlin, is this okay too?"

A lot of potion ingredients can be combined to have an unexpected effect on werewolves, much to Slughorn's surprise.

Wait for Harry to finish explaining.

He nodded his head, "That's a good idea, but Harry, you're still too young and some of your ideas aren't mature enough." ”

"Why is it so matched? It's not as good as this."

"Harry, are you going to go back and change the recipe, or are you just going to stay here? I'll see it when you get better."

Slughorn couldn't finish his sentence and stopped abruptly.

He watched as Harry didn't say a word, pulling out the materials he had prepared from his sorting hat.

"We can try it now." After all the materials were taken out, Harry looked up, "I've got all the ingredients ready. ”

Slughorn chuckled and nodded, "Oh, of course, that's for the best." ”

Until twelve o'clock.

The curfew has been around for an hour.

"Harry, don't go back to your dorm now, if you get caught by the other professors, or Mr. Filch, you'll get points." Slughorn glanced at the wall clock again, and kindly reminded him.

"I'll spell the Illusion Spell." Harry replied without looking up, continuing to prepare for the next potion.

Slughorn was stunned.

Did I mean that?

Can't you hear what I'm trying to say?

"I mean, it's getting late." Slughorn tried to be more blunt.

Harry shook his head, "I'm not sleepy yet. ”

I really don't understand!

Slughorn gave up on himself, throwing away what little euphemism he had, "It's time to rest, Harry, I'm old, I'm almost a hundred years old, I don't have as much energy as you." ”

Harry sighed in disappointment, "Professor, but we didn't get anything tonight, we failed three times. ”

It's not exactly a failure, either.

After changing the proportions and the recipe of certain materials, a new potion was indeed brewed, but by comparing it with the finished product Harry took out, the medicinal properties were not much different, at most, it was only the length of time to curb the werewolf's transformation, and there was no essential change.

From a potions master's point of view, not making a potion that he wants to work on, there is no doubt that this is a failure.

Slughorn looked at him, his heart softening.

Such a serious, hard-working, and excellent student, should I really reject him for such a trivial thing as sleeping?

He took a deep breath and nodded, "Maybe some of my ideas are still problematic." ”

"I'm going to think about it this week, and we'll try it again next week, next Tuesday."

Harry nodded, "Thank you very much, Professor Hard. ”

Slughorn finally sent Harry away, rubbed his sore neck, called the house-elves out, told them to clean up the office for him, and went to the bedroom by himself, not even thinking about washing, and fell into a deep sleep.

Harry, who walked out of Slughorn's office, did not return to his bedroom, but walked all the way down to Snape's office and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened.

Snape grimaced, "Mr. Potter, I think you know it's nearly one o'clock in the morning, so what are you trying to do to disturb a professor so late?" ”

"Gryffindor deducts five points for night travel."

Harry pulled out Slughorn's notes and handed them over, "Professor Slughorn said you were too young and had a lot of immature ideas, and this is the note I just got from his confinement. ”

"My idea is immature?" Snape raised an eyebrow and took the note.

He flipped through it quickly.

Slughorn almost rejects most of Snape's ideas, and the mix of materials is almost completely different.

"That's what the old slug thinks?" Snape scoffed, "He's embarrassed to say that I'm immature, he's much more immature than I am." ”

"Moonshine grass, clemat fern, so many flashy things, what use can they be except to make the taste better?"

In the midst of Harry's "Slughorn's opinion", Snape was not at all polite to his former Potions professor.

"Slug" is not an insulting term, though.

Slughorn often calls himself so, and even named his club "slug", which is taken from the first four letters of his surname, slug, which means slug.

Harry didn't speak.

Snape paused slightly: "But he still has some cleverness, and these angles are not bad, but an old slug is an old slug, and he didn't do anything practical at all when he came up with such an angle?" ”

"It's a good thing he didn't deny these ideas, otherwise he wouldn't have qualified to call himself a Potions Master."

With a wave of his wand, he put his notes away and stared at Harry in front of him.

Harry didn't speak, staring at him.

"It's bedtime, Mr. Potter." Snape immediately understood what he meant, and opened his mouth to respond, "I have class tomorrow, and I don't have time to stay up late with you to correct that old slug's mistake." ”

Harry nodded, and turned to leave, heading towards the Gryffindor Tower.

Snape closed the door.

He walked to the bedroom, just about to go back to sleep, but on the notebook, some of Slughorn's thoughts hooked him, making him involuntarily turn his steps, sit down at the table, open the notes, and read carefully and carefully, Slughorn is a veteran Potions Master after all, and his thoughts are very interesting.

In the Potions professor's office.

Slughorn had just been lying on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, Harry's face and the questions he had asked.

He's old.

But the question of how to solve the problem of mad wolf disease is more interesting.

He couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and went back to the office to continue researching how to improve the formula so that it could work as well as it should.

Early the next morning.

The young wizards noticed that both the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and the Potions professor had thick dark circles under their eyes, yawning incessantly, and didn't seem to be sleeping well.

Until Saturday.

The haunting first week of school is finally over, and students are waiting for a short weekend that they have been waiting for for five days.

Hagrid's hut.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron visit Hagrid together.

"Oh, Harry, Hermione, Ron, welcome." Hagrid opened the door and ushered them in.

His tone was pleasant.

The room was not the same as before, it had been cleaned up, and even the bed had been changed into a delicate, beautiful oak bed.

Harry's nose twitched, "Oh, there's the smell of Lady Maxim." ”

Hagrid froze, the words he was about to utter stuck in his mouth.

"Ms. Maxim?" Ron's face suddenly became excited, "Hagrid, I heard that you traveled with her during the summer vacation, how do you feel?" ”

"It's a little faint, but it's very presence, Ms. Maxim has just been here?" Harry continued.

Hagrid shook his head: "No, how is it possible, Olim is the headmaster of Beauxbatons, she has already returned." ”

"Olim!" Ron was even more excited.

That's Maxim's name.

Hagrid gritted his teeth, a little embarrassed: "Ron! ”

Harry raised his wand and uttered the incantation, "Fly around." ”

From the toothy kennel, a skirt flew out, dirty, and fell in front of them.

"It's Olim's clothes." Hagrid was surprised, "It turned out to be in Yaya, no wonder I haven't found it." ”

"It's a skirt!" Ron opened his mouth wide and sighed in surprise, "Hagrid, you and Maxim have both developed to this extent?" ”

Hagrid blushed, waved his wand, and shoved the skirt into his closet, "To what extent, Ron, don't be so gossipy, you're just a child." ”

"In less than half a year, I'll be seventeen years old." Ron emphasized, "It's hard to imagine that we all thought Hagrid was going to fall out of love and when you were going to get married. ”

Hagrid glared at him, "Now is not the time to say such a thing. ”

"Harry, there's something I need to tell you about, and I might need your help."

Harry nodded, waved his wand, dragged over three chairs, and as he sat down, he spoke, "What fireworks do you need for the wedding?" This kind of thing is better for George and Weasley. ”

"If you're asking about wedding experience, you can ask the professor, well."

Speaking of which, he suddenly got stuck.

(End of chapter)