Fleur came over to deliver the crystal ball, and this kind of thing was logically done by Tang Mi.

After the things arrived, John saw Fleur cancel the Heart of Silence.

Suddenly, Fleur sighed.

"I don't think the Weasleys are for me." Fleur said.

John looked left and right, and after making sure that Fleur was preparing to complain to himself, he smiled helplessly.

He snapped his fingers, and Aberforth, who had been keeping an eye on it, thought it was himself.

Just as he was about to pass, John conjured up two delicate wine glasses that were out of step with his surroundings.

There was also an expensive bottle of liquor that seemed to cost enough to get a free drink in the whole tavern.

Not only does this kid not consume, but he also brings his own drinks!

Aberforth couldn't hold back, how could anyone prostitute a tavern for nothing.

John ignored him, poured Fleur a glass of cherry blossom-colored wine, and conjured a cherry and placed it on top.

Fleur took a sip and told everything she and Bill had happened to her, just like she had opened a conversation.

John acts as a tree hole and comes with a pour over service.

From time to time, I have to echo Fleur.

For Hibiscus's emotional experience, the summary is one sentence.

He's a good guy, but he's not a good guy.

...

Ron was succumbed to an aphrodisiac.

Harney goes to Romida as bait to lure Ron to the principal's office.

The power of the aphrodisiac gave Harry goosebumps, and Ron was led to the Headmaster's office without the slightest suspicion, as if he had no intelligence.

Slughorn was wearing his sleeping dressing gown, humming a little tune, picking up a piece of candied pineapple that his former students had given him and putting it in his mouth, and preparing to open a bottle of mead to moisten his throat.

As soon as I sat down, I heard an anxious voice.

It was from the Dripping Beast, and by the sound, Slughorn recognized it as Harry.

He opened the door, and Harry walked up the spiral staircase to the door of the headmaster's office.

"Harry," Slughorn muttered, "it's too early, I usually wake up late on Saturdays." ”

As a headmaster, Slughorn didn't want to be disturbed by his comfortable Saturday.

"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you." Harry whispered as softly as he could, and there was a guy behind him who was constantly tiptoeing to spy into the old man's room.

Harry was almost squeezed in, and he said with a bitter face, "But my friend Ron has taken an aphrodisiac by mistake, can you give him some antidote?" ”

"I was going to take him to Miss Pomfrey, but we can't buy anything from Weasley's Magic Tricks, so, you know......"

Going to Ms. Pomfrey meant that Professor McGonagall would know that they would definitely be deducted points.

The Weasley twins could never have imagined that one day their stuff would be a scourge on their own brother.

"I thought you had come up with an antidote for him," Slughorn wondered, "aren't you a potions expert, Harry?" ”

"Uh......" Harry's mind raced to keep himself from getting into trouble, "I've never had an antidote to an aphrodisiac, sir, and by the time I do, something seriously wrong with Ron." ”

His reason was so valid that Slughorn didn't doubt it at all.

And Harry came to find him, and Slughorn, who has a collector's habit, was also happy.

"It's his birthday, Professor." Harry begged Slughorn.

Slughorn didn't hesitate to let Harry come in.

"I hope the potion hasn't expired," Slughorn said teasingly, "you know, the longer you leave it, the stronger it will be." ”

Harry walked in and noticed that it was a different place than the last Christmas party.

Also, unlike in Dumbledore's time, there wasn't as much silverware here, but there were two more delicate cauldrons, as well as a photo cabinet and a material cabinet.

"You've come very well," Slughorn pulled out a little emerald liquid from the delicate little cauldron, "just a little more, try the 'universal potion'." ”

He poured the potion into a small cup and handed it to Ron, who was being soothed by Harry.

"How do I look?" Ron asked stupidly.

Slughorn said, "Very handsome, drink it to keep you calm when she comes." ”

Slughorn whispered to Harry beside him, "That's all I have, I'm still trying to refine it." ”

Harry saw the bottle, which was very similar to the one John had given to Mrs. Weasley.

Ron didn't doubt that he had him, so he took it and drank it directly.

What Slughorn called the 'panacea' worked quickly and immediately.

"Well, I guess it should smell like aquatic plants?" Slughorn asked.

Ron was relieved of his aphrodisiac state, but his face was as bitter as if he had eaten a dozen bitter bamboo shoots.

Slumped on the couch, Ron looked skeptical.

"It doesn't taste good, maybe we can drink something else."

Slughorn took out a bottle of mead and boasted: "This is what John gave me, oak aged mead, I have to say that he is a man who knows how to figure out what he likes." ”

When I opened the wine, a strong and non-greasy aroma wafted in.

Slughorn took out three glasses and poured them into them.

Giving each of them a glass, he said cheerfully: "Such a good wine, let's think of a toast." ”

"Happy birthday to Mr. Weasley, cheers to dispel the pain of love disillusionment."

"Cheers."

Slughorn laughed, and Harry thought the old man looked much cuter, laughing and shouting cheers.

Just as he was about to drink it, Ron next to him had already drunk it in one gulp, and then fell straight down.

Ron's limbs spasmed and twitched violently, his mouth foaming at the mouth, and his eyeballs bulging.

"Oh my God, Ralph?"

"Ron!"

Slughorn was so frightened that he even called the wrong name.

Harry ran over and yelled at Slughorn, "Professor! Think of a way! ”

Faced with such a scene, Slughorn was stunned, he looked down at the cup in his hand, and stammered, "What...... But ......"

Harry leaped over a low table to the two delicate little cauldrons, and when he looked down to see that only two drops of the emerald liquid remained.

Unable to care about it any more, Harry brought the entire cauldron over.

Pry Ron's mouth open with one hand and pour two drops of emerald liquid into it.

Ron's body gradually stopped convulsing, but the situation was still not optimistic, and the dosage here was too small.

As if he had come to his senses, Slughorn told Harry to rush the man to the school hospital.

The bottle was placed on the table, along with half of the amber liquor.

...

John didn't expect to be in a scruffy tavern listening to Fleur tell a love story.

When Fleur finally finished, John returned to the school as well.

He did not immediately return to the castle, but looked at the Black Lake.

After making sure the bag was well closed, he headed for the Black Lake.

A Grindy Lowe saw John and came over to play with the student.

John glanced at it, and it sounded familiar to that Grindy Lowe.

After a few seconds, Grindy Lowe, who remembered something, swam into the water twice as fast as when he came out.

At the same time, the creatures in the water heard the news and fled into the distance.

"I remember I didn't do anything."

Seeing this, John fell into deep thought.

I didn't do anything in the Black Lake last time.

Isn't it just splitting the black lake and scaring them with dragon threats under the water?

Other than that, I didn't do anything.

Walking into the water, the water of the Black Lake was above your head.

John tried to communicate with the Spirit of the Black Lagoon, but there was no response as he did last time.

He simply swam towards the place where he had last found the big octopus.

...

You can't go to Hogsmeade, it's very uncomfortable for the young people who are in a commotion.

I can only have some fun in the castle by myself.

Slytherin doesn't have high-altitude vistas of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw to watch.

Fortunately, they have a one-of-a-kind underwater scene, which is the most special in the four courtyards.

The upperclassers seem to have fun teasing the juniors, as Malfoy tells a junior student with a wicked smile now.

As long as you see a mermaid underwater, you can be blessed.

The younger students were unsavory and unworldly to believe.

Malfoy had a bad taste and said, "Actually, there is a more advanced blessing on top of the mermaid blessing. ”

"What's that?" The junior asked adoringly.

Malfoy smiled mysteriously and whispered, "Have you ever heard of the legend of John underwater?" ”

"John underwater?"

The junior looked dull, raised his hand to the huge glass, and asked, "Is that so?" ”

Malfoy looked sideways, nodded and said, "That's right, that's it, when you see John underwater, you can ...... Wait a minute! ”

Malfoy jerked his head back and looked at John, his mouth wide open.

It's really John underwater.

A reproduction of classic scenes.

...

Some people died, but not completely......