To be honest, Matthew didn't like a very "snobbish" person like Horace Slughorn at all.

In particular, he was also a teacher, the dean of an academy.

But now, he had to choose to bow his head for the time being.

......

It's another Wednesday afternoon Potions lesson.

Harry Evans burned out his crucible again, the third one he had burned this semester.

To be honest, even Professor Slughorn didn't understand how this kid did it.

Evans...... You actually ......" The walrus-like bald old man sighed, then shook his head: "Hey, forget it!"

With some heartache, he took out a new crucible from the cupboard and handed it to him.

"A crucible is worth five Galleons, it's expensive! This is definitely the last time!" he warned loudly, "if you dare to break it again......

Frightened, poor Evans curled up in a ball, shivering, and even sobbing and shedding tears.

Slughorn didn't have any more harsh words, dropped the cauldron and turned away.

Matthew Wakefield and Neville Longbottom saw everything that had just happened around them.

Because they were working on making hair erection agent, something new that Professor Slughorn taught them in this class -

When this agent is taken, the hair of the user will stand on end...... To be honest, Matthew couldn't figure out what the potion actually had any practical use.

As he put the freshly cut rat's tail into the crucible, he said casually:

"Why does Evans look like a girl?"

"How could it be. Neville quickly shook his head: "I'm in the same bedroom with him, and I spend time with him." ”

"I mean character. Matthew explains: "The first impression is like that of a girl......

"He's really introverted and rarely talks to people. Neville replied, "No, I never take the initiative to talk to anyone." When we asked him about it, he answered, and it was very quiet. ”

"Do you know who Evans' parents are?" Matthew asked suddenly.

"All I know is that it's all wizards, and he won't tell us anything about his parents......" Neville said.

"I remember Professor Rozier mentioning in the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class that there was a Dark Wizard...... Seems to be called Evans too?"

"Probably relatives!" Neville replied nonchalantly, stirring the cauldron as he began to stir the cauldron, "Quite common among pure-blood wizards. ”

The potion in the cauldron began to slowly turn a dark gray.

"Oh, little ones!" Professor Slughorn's voice, suddenly coming from behind them, almost startled Neville, "Look you're having a good conversation, I'm afraid you're almost done, right?"

Fat walrus suddenly emerged from behind them, hands on their shoulders.

"Yes, Professor. Matthew replied calmly, "It's done!"

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Professor Slughorn looked at the potion inside the cauldron and made a very exaggerated expression, "It's perfect...... It's perfect...... I've never seen a first-year student make such a perfect hair erection agent!"

"Well done, Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Wakefield!" Slughorn laughed, "If it hadn't been for Hogwarts canceling House Points forty years ago, I would have given Gryffindor and Slytherin at least 20 points each now!"

"It's all Matthew's work. Neville quickly explained, "I'm just in charge of stirring. ”

"There is no doubt that humility is a virtue......" Slughorn nodded.

"No, no, no!" Neville quickly shook his head: "It's true that Matthew did it alone!"

"Mr. Wakefield, is this true?" Slughorn's gaze began to move to Matthew, "Can you tell me how you managed to complete such a perfect pot of hair erection?"

Actually, the truth is that Matthew learned about this Potions lesson from Hermione Granger of Ravenclaw two days ago (Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's Potions class was conducted on a Monday afternoon).

For the next two days, he searched for almost all the books related to hair erection in the library of the Room of Requirement.

And with all the time he could use, he also tried to practice several times in advance.

Then, at the beginning of the Potions lesson, he told Neville that he wanted to try it on his own.

Neville Longbottom has always been easy-going, and because he has already reached a very good relationship with Matthew for his Transfiguration papers, he is also happy to relax.

And then there's what happened now.

"It's actually quite simple!" Matthew Wakefield replied calmly, "just do what you say......"

“...... It's just that I suddenly felt that dried nettle was not good to put when the crucible was burned to the hottest, and the effect might be better when it cooled down a little...... So I gave it a try......"

This method was seen by Matthew in a book called "Common Potions and Antidotes" in the Room of Requirement, but he certainly wouldn't say it now.

"Genius idea!" The expression on Slughorn's face suddenly became even more exaggerated, and he grabbed Matthew's hand: "Very, very genius idea...... Creativity is what advances potions...... You've done a great job, Mr. Wakefield. ”

"Thank you, Professor. Matthew said quickly.

It took a few more words before Professor Slughorn took his eyes off Matthew's crucible.

......

Half an hour later, Potions class was over.

While Neville was packing his things, Matthew suddenly "accidentally" dumped his box containing crystal bottles to the ground, and the small bottles suddenly rolled everywhere, and even a few of them shattered.

"Oops!" Matthew exclaimed.

"It's okay, I'll clean it up for you!" Neville said enthusiastically.

As the other students left the Potions classroom, Matthew and Neville were cleaning up the crystal bottles on the floor.

"I'll help too, kids!" Slughorn leaned over and waved his wand, and the shattered crystal bottles were back to normal.

"Thank you very much!" Matthew hurriedly bowed to him.

Just as Slughorn turned to leave, Matthew suddenly said, "Professor Slughorn, I heard Draco say that you have set up a Potions class group at Hogwarts to exchange Potions class knowledge on a weekly basis......"

Slughorn's club is of course not limited to Potions class, but Matthew is deliberately playing dumb at this time.

“...... I've always been very interested in potions, so, I wonder if there's a chance to join?" Matthew asked cheekily.

Slughorn was stunned for a moment, he looked Matthew up and down, as if to review the boy's qualifications at the end.

After a short wait—

"Of course, Mr. Wakefield!" Slughorn suddenly smiled as if his face changed, "You're welcome!"