Chapter 834 Happy Powder

"Oh, hello boys. I'm Elder Walpole, a writer. As you may know, my last book got a lot of attention...in fact, it's called Blood Brothers: I Life Among Vampires is a story about vampires written from my own perspective..."

Regarding the "maybe you know" in the other party's mouth, Harry just wants to reply "I don't know". Of course, the sophistication brought to him by his age also made him understand that it is always bad to be so straightforward.

However, the little Mr. Walpole pushed back the little round glasses on the bridge of his nose. His face was still full of tiredness, but his energy was quite good, and he continued to speak without stopping.

"...Yes, in fact, the book is mainly about Xueni, and he is the protagonist of my work. I only planned to write something more everyday, but who knew that Xueni's life was quite interesting. I There's a lot of food for thought out of his plainness..."

Just as he was talking, Walpole turned his head and was about to introduce his good friend, the vampire Cindy, when he saw that the guy with the dark circles had already been attracted by a group of female students.

"Xue Ni, don't move!"

Seeing that the vampire's eyes were full of hunger, and he was about to stand up, Walpole immediately reached out and grabbed him.

"Don't you want to apply to join the Vampire Tolerance Association? Then be patient, otherwise I can't help you recommend..."

He whispered, seeing a house-elf passing by holding a silver tray, he picked up a fire crab snail meat burrito from inside and stuffed it into Bloody's hand.

"Here, eat a burrito to satisfy your hunger first."

When Slughorn, who was standing on the side, looked towards Cindy with great interest, Walpole turned around again, and continued to Hermione and the others:

"Where did you just say? Oh, forget it, actually I have another question to ask...Professor Slughorn said, are you familiar with that Mr. Maca McClain?"

Since it was a question, Walpole's eloquent talk finally came to a halt, making Harry secretly heave a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that there would be a day when he would be tired from listening to people talking.

"Yes, we are friends with Maca..."

But Hermione interrupted him immediately after hearing it.

"Ah, I don't think you can actually say that—" she interjected, "Mr. Walpole, you must know something about Professor McLean's experience, so you are interested in him. But I believe you can understand, How can we ordinary people leave too many traces in such a wonderful life as his?"

"So, it's a pity... We used to be classmates before, but now we have a teacher-student relationship with him. Other than that..."

Hermione didn't finish her sentence, but she said all that needed to be said. Obviously, she has never had a good impression of these guys holding pens, and sometimes it's better to keep a good distance as much as possible.

"Oh, is that so?" Walple sighed suddenly, "Actually, I want to write an autobiography for Mr. McLean... an outstanding young wizard like him has three stages in his life and three stages in his life." It’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s all by fax.”

Halfway through the conversation, he shook his head regretfully.

"And right now, two generations of Dark Lords have both fallen into his hands. This can be said to be the best time to record the first stage of his life! The qualifications for writing the last two books must be for a writer like me If you can't get it, only this first one will..."

At this moment, Slughorn, who was just observing the vampire's interest in the burrito, suddenly came over again, and patted Walpole's shoulder kindly.

"Don't worry! McLean replied to me this time, and he will arrive in a while... At that time, you can go and talk to him face to face!" The fat old man said happily, "As long as you tell the truth like you did just now, In addition, I said a few good words for you, I think he may still give this opportunity to you!"

Even Slughorn, who tries to exaggerate everything,

He didn't dare to make a promise on this matter, but used the wording "possibly" to leave a way out for himself, which shows that he really doesn't have much confidence.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anyway, we will talk about it when McLean comes!"

With a big wave of his hand, the old man put the topic aside for the time being, and then put his hand into the inner pocket of his coat.

"Walpole, and Mr. Bloody--has the effect worn off? Are you starting to feel drowsy?"

As he spoke, he pulled out his hand, and then pulled out a palm-sized dark potion bottle, and then looked at the two of them expectantly.

"Oh, yes," Walpole rubbed his eyes and yawned, "I didn't think so just now, but now that you've said that, I'm a little tired..."

The Mr. Vampire who was sitting not far away heard the words and nodded accordingly, before stuffing the last bite of burrito dough into his mouth and chewing absently.

"yes?"

Seeing this, Slughorn took out another pocket watch from his chest, and the cover of the watch opened with a crisp response of "ding".

"Well, fifteen minutes...about as expected."

After that, he pulled out the cork of the potion bottle, poured some irregular white powder from it, and handed it to Walpole.

"Want some more?"

"certainly!"

Walpole immediately swept those crumbs into the palm of his hand, then raised his head and patted them all into his mouth.

Probably only three or four seconds!

I saw that his eyes suddenly widened a lot, and the tiredness on his face disappeared all of a sudden, and the slightly rosy appearance of his cheeks made people intuitively feel what it means to be "vigorous".

"Huh——" Walpole said with full of energy, "this feeling is really great! As expected of Professor Slughorn, this effect can be said to be many times stronger than any refreshing agent, and it is also It can make people experience an unprecedented sense of happiness!"

The fat old man Slughorn brought a little, first to Walpole, and then to the vampire Chamney. When he turned to Harry and the others...

"Would you like to try it too? I'm sure it will make your time at this dance even better."

However, just as Harry and the others showed hesitation on their faces and Slughorn was eager to try again, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side.

"Show me."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and looked over.

"Maca?"

They saw that Maca, who suddenly appeared from everyone's side, didn't speak, but just put the potion bottle under his nose and sniffed it gently.

"Professor Slughorn, don't you tell me...that's your idea?"

"Uh, right? What's the matter?"

Slughorn looked at Maca, and asked a bit puzzled.

Maca weighed the medicine bottle in his hand, waved helplessly and said:

"Well...Professor Slughorn, let's talk about it in another place!"

So, amid Harry's incomprehensible faces, Maca and the old man walked to the other corner together. Immediately afterwards, Maca raised his hand and shook the potion bottle in his hand, with a hint of bewilderment on his expression.

"Professor, hasn't this sleeping herb been out of the market for a long time? Where did you get it?"

Maca remembered that he had learned about this magical plant in some documents hundreds of years ago, which was said to be able to deprive others of sleep and accumulate it.

But Maca still remembered that this thing was very rare in the first place, and it was of no great use. Therefore, no wizard has ever thought of planting and cultivating it specially, and no one has seen it before they know it.

"It was given to me by one of my students. She works in an Irish herbal medicine planting base... In fact, I just mentioned it in my reply letter. I didn't expect that child..."

Speaking of this matter, it naturally scratched Slughorn's itch again. When talking about the process of obtaining the Sleeping Grass, he still seemed a little proud.

"Oh, is it?"

Maca was also a little helpless about the old man's point, but he quickly ignored the ostentation in the other's words, and corrected him when Slughorn was about to change the subject.

"But I think Professor, you should also understand that the improvement effect of this thing is just to accumulate sleep, right? Are you trying to let everyone sleep to death afterwards?"

"Hey, the flaws can't hide the goodness!" Slughorn waved his hand, "Tomorrow there is still a whole day of rest time! Wouldn't it be better to change the time to today? What's more, I added some more... ..."

"The juice of the Chef flower can make people happy," Maca immediately took the lead again, "I was just about to talk about this! Because I have used it to make some things before, I don't think it can be used frequently …it makes the user increasingly desensitized to pleasurable events.”

In the end, he shook his hand directly and said:

"All in all, you'd better change your mind - there will be other guests at that time. If you use this thing, I'm worried that they will come together to protest our poisoning!"

Maca had just finished speaking, before even the words landed, but he heard a small commotion behind him.

"You... yes! It's you... your life will be shrouded in bad luck, and danger is constantly trying to get closer to you..."

He and Slughorn turned their heads together, and quickly found the source of the commotion from everyone's sight—it turned out that it was Professor Trelawney who was giving people a fortune-telling.

Listening to the voice of the divination professor, Maca knew that this woman was fooling around again. After all, he had personally witnessed Trelawney's real prophecy, and that male-feminine voice was quite unique.

"Professor Slughorn," he sighed softly as he saw a foreign witch who was frightened by the strange prophecy, "I just think... your dance party is really 'lively' enough .”

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