"Albus, thanks to this magical 'Spiritualist Elixir', it is easy to identify wizards who are controlled by the Imperius Curse."

The day after Hogwarts officially opened, Grindelwald (later directly by his real name) came to Dumbledore's office with an excited face, and with the help of Spiritist Potions, he found many 'traitors' from the Ministry of Magic.

"The Aurors are fine, and the Death Eaters don't seem willing to waste their time on them."

"Mainly, many of the other staff members have fallen under the Imperius curse."

As soon as he got this potion, Grindelwald used it to carry out a major purge in the Ministry of Magic, and the result was naturally to find out a group of officials of the Ministry of Magic who did not know when they were controlled.

This is still the case where most of the Death Eaters went to Transylvania, and it is conceivable that if the Death Eaters remained in England, they might have to look for officials who were not controlled from among the people who were controlled.

Of course, it is unknown how many of these uncontrolled people were Death Eaters and how many were loyal to Voldemort.

However, Fudge did not rush to arrest them all, looking for traces of the controllers, but kept them under surveillance.

These are just small fish, and Grindelwald is not going to act lightly until he catches the real big fish.

Dudley, the inventor of this magical potion, was sitting in a room with many young wizards.

Outside the door of this room is a sign that reads 'Slug Club'.

Yes, Slughorn has invited many young wizards who he thinks are good or have great people in his family to come here.

It is said that it is a dinner feast, but in fact, it is through dialogue to understand the situation of each little wizard, and this kind of banquet is not only this time, he will invite (expel ) qualified (unqualified) little wizards every once in a while.

Slughorn had wanted to have the party on the first day of school, but he had been making potions with Dudley for so long that he had almost slept through that day, and he had almost missed the classic sorting ceremony.

Dudley, Harry, Neville, and Draco were all on the list of invitees, as well as a few students from other houses of the same age who came from good backgrounds.

"Oh, let me take a good look at who this is? Mr. Harry Potter, the boy who never died and the savior of the wizarding world, is delighted to meet you before your first class. ”

Slughorn said in a very pompous tone at the first glance of Harry, and he received Harry warmly, showing great interest in Harry.

"Me too, Professor Slughorn." Harry was a little uncomfortable with the other man's enthusiasm.

Nothing to do, be courteous, either treacherous or thief.

Harry had always remembered what Dudley had told him.

In fact, Slughorn was also secretly surprised by Harry's tall size, why are the excellent little wizards at Hogwarts so burly? Or is this some new trend that he doesn't know about?

"Hopefully you'll see you active in Potions class tomorrow." Slughorn looked at Harry and said meaningfully.

Slughorn still remembers what Dumbledore had told him earlier that the fifth (and now sixth) were all elites, so he was going to test it tomorrow.

Slughorn has taken Snape's place as Potions professor, while Snape, the former Potions professor, has been given his coveted position as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Then it may depend on the subject of tomorrow's potions."

Harry didn't know why, but he still said honestly, after all, he was very biased, and what he was best at making poison was what he was good at.

After chatting with Harry for a few words, Slughorn turned his attention to Draco, Malfoy's name was a well-known family in the entire wizarding world, and Slughorn naturally would not pull down the only son of the Malfoy family.

After a brief conversation, Slughorn was also sure that Draco was a wizard with a great talent for potions, and he became a little more enthusiastic.

Then there's Neville, who was invited because of his grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom.

This is a very famous witch, and Slughorn wants to confirm that he has inherited his grandmother's endowment.

He was pleasantly surprised by the answer, and there was no doubt that Neville was also quite a gifted wizard.

Except for the size of the slightly, it's huge.

Dudley, Harry, and Neville sat in a row, and it felt more like they were there for some fitness competition than wizards.

Later, he found a few young wizards who he thought were prominent or capable of their families, and asked for information about each other.

Without exception, these young wizards are all very good, whether it is magic spells or anything else, they are far beyond the level of their peers.

Slughorn was secretly proud in his heart, after so many years, his eyes were still so sharp, and he found the best seedlings in that group of students at a glance.

However, there is one thing that makes him a little puzzling, that is, whether it is Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or even Gryffindor, they all have an unusually respectful attitude towards Dudley, and I don't know if it is their own delusion, it seems to be more respectful than their own professor.

Could it be that Mr. Dursley's excellence convinced them?

After all, not everyone can become a Wizengamot without graduating, and it is not possible to be nominated as the chief wizard, even if it is 'the same person' from decades ago.

Overall, Slughorn was satisfied with the meeting.

After sending off the little wizards, Slughorn changed into his very characteristic fuchsia robes, sat down on his soft chaise longue with layers of thick cushions, and drank a glass of whiskey.

I can see that he is in a very good mood today.

Indeed, there is nothing more interesting than meeting more talent, and he has been doing it for decades and enjoys it, so he intends to continue digging deeper into the undiscovered talent at Hogwarts, and his instincts tell him that there are definitely more than a few in this school.

'This year's sixth year students are definitely the most talented Hogwarts students in the last 100 years'

For some reason, Slughorn's words popped into Dumbledore's mind.

He smiled and shook his head, Albus was too exaggerated, how could such a thing be possible.

After resting in the rocking chair for a while, he drank the whiskey in his hand, put on a slightly ostentatious nightcap, and lay down in the warm bed.

After a while, there was a small snoring.

It's been so much in hiding in the past year that Slughorn hasn't slept so comfortably in a long time.

(End of chapter)