Chapter 147

"Severus, I know you are excellent, but I really didn't expect you to have such a superb ability to educate students!"

In Snape's office.

The speaker was a short, fat, bald wizard. His eyes were particularly eye-catching because of their bulges, and his thick silver-white beard hung down to his chest, like a walrus wearing glasses.

He was smiling with his eyebrows crescent, and his tone was full of emotion and appreciation.

"You can actually teach a talented student like Devereux! You really exceeded my expectations. You can even solve lycanthropy. If this continues, you will get the Order of Merlin sooner or later!"

Snape sat behind his desk, holding a thick black book in his hands, looking down at it, occasionally nodding in response, but his expression was always cold.

The pudgy wizard started chatting, obviously in high spirits.

"Well, if Filius hadn't invited me to participate in this duel, I might not have been able to find an excuse to see this genius with my own eyes. Haha, I'm really looking forward to it!"

"expect?"

Snape's tone was calm, and he lightly turned the page of the book with his fingertips without even raising his eyelids.

The pudgy wizard paused for a moment, and then his tone slowed down, with a hint of joking.

"You, Severus, are exactly the same as before."

Snape then slowly closed the book, raised his cold eyes, and met the other person's smiling face.

"Horace, yes, it's surprising, how could someone who has never been in your club take over your class and become the Potions Professor?"

Slughorn didn't seem to notice the irony in these words at all, and he still smiled broadly.

"Haha, Severus, doesn't it mean that Hogwarts has a sharp eye? However, speaking of tomorrow's game -" He deliberately lengthened his tone and glanced at Snape with sly eyes, "Who do you think Will he win?"

Snape didn't answer, just stared at him coldly.

Slughorn was not annoyed and continued.

"Frankly speaking, I really want to support your disciple Devereaux. But I still think Harris has a better chance of winning. You know, I met him once this summer - their family is an extremely prominent family in the Muggle world. . To be honest, I see some shadow of Filius in him, haha, if you ask me, he should definitely go to Ravenclaw.”

He paused and then returned to the topic.

"As for Devereaux - well, he is too young after all. However, I still think highly of him. How should I say, top five should be no problem, right? After all, he is your student, and you have taught him more or less. That’s right, right?”

After saying that, he took a sip of tea, but his eyes were fixed on Snape's reaction, obviously testing him.

Snape's eyebrows were raised slightly, and his gaze swept over him like a razor blade.

"Yeah?"

His tone was understated, but it contained a coldness.

"It's weird, I don't remember what I taught him."

Horace Slughorn blinked, and the smile on his face froze slightly, but quickly returned to normal, lowered his head and took a sip of tea as if to conceal it, and did not continue to ask.

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Hogwarts, Great Hall

At this time, the auditorium was carefully decorated and turned into a huge arena.

The entire space seemed three or four times larger than usual. The place where four long academy tables were usually placed was now transformed into a magnificent arena.

On both sides of the ring are Quidditch stadium-style terraced seats, and rows of high-rise auditoriums that can accommodate thousands of spectators.

There was a commotion next to the ring.

"Come on, let me take a photo with this new era genius!"

Horace Slughorn smiled broadly as he greeted the Daily Prophet reporter standing nearby.

The reporter hurriedly ran over and pointed his camera at Slughorn and Devereaux standing beside him.

With a "click" sound, the magic camera's flash lit up.

Devereux forced a smile, but looked embarrassed.

This game started early in the morning.

He didn't have time to ask Professor McGonagall about the progress of this project.

On the steps in the distance, several senior Gryffindor students were talking in low voices.

"Hey, the scene this time is too exaggerated. It's many times bigger than last week. This place can seat at least 800 people, right?"

"Yes, and you see, even reporters are here! Many former professors were invited back to watch the game. This time the school really spent a lot of money."

"That's not true. Those dark wizards have been making such a big fuss recently, and the school probably wants to use this competition to shock them and show off their dueling prowess in the wizarding world. Hey, Percy, you have to perform well this time!"

One of them reached out and patted the red-haired boy next to him.

"ah?"

Percy Weasley was taken aback for a moment. He was in a daze and obviously didn't hear what his friend was talking about.

He looked up at everyone and nodded, his expression a little reluctant.

"What's wrong with you? You've been so distracted this week. What happened?"

the friend asked with concern.

Percy shook his head and forced a smile on his lips: "It's okay, I'm just a little nervous."

Hearing this, several other people immediately started cheering him on.

"Don't be nervous! We're all pointing you towards the top three!"

"That's right, Percy, don't be a coward, our Gryffindor's face is all supported by you!"

Percy listened to the encouragement from his friends, the smile on his face still stiff.

He reluctantly nodded, and after watching them regain their interest and continue discussing other topics, his expression gradually calmed down.

He lowered his head and gently brushed the corners of his mouth with his fingers. His movements were secretive and deliberate, as if he was hiding some secret.

"Ouch! Isn't this the famous Harry Potter? Come on, kid, take a photo with me!"

Slughorn, who had just finished taking a series of "photos" with Devereux, caught a glimpse of Harry who had just entered the scene. His eyes immediately lit up and he excitedly wanted to pull him over for a photo.

Before Harry could react, Slughorn's movements suddenly paused, as if he suddenly realized something.

He turned his head slightly, glanced at the large group of Gryffindor students behind Harry, and then his smile widened.

"Come on, kids! Come together! How about we take a group photo as a promotional material for this competition?"

The Gryffindor students looked at each other, but they couldn't stop Slughorn's enthusiastic greeting. Finally, a group of people were organized to take a photo with the former head of Slytherin. It couldn't be said to be embarrassing or strange. group photo.

Finally finished filming.

Devereaux was finally able to escape and return to the student bench.

He felt a little helpless, but thinking about the magic potion experience entry that Slughorn had just given him directly, he could bear the trouble.

That's right, he just loaded the [Potion Talent] entry from Slughorn.

This is a purple experience entry!

Hehe is indeed a potion master who has been a professor for half a century.

The potion knowledge and experience brought to Devereaux at this moment immediately made Devereaux feel that he might have a higher level of potions than Snape!

But he didn't have time to fully digest it yet.

Wait until Devereaux has fully internalized his experience.

Then become a Potions Master that surpasses Snape in all aspects!

Of course, maybe not as rich as Snape.

As for why this situation happened just now, he knew very well that Slughorn would show such enthusiasm to him. He probably heard the news about his invention of wolfsbane potion, so he deliberately showed his kindness.

As for why he suddenly took a group photo with Gryffindor students just now, Devereux vaguely felt that the old professor was probably worried that he and Harry would get too close and be targeted by some Death Eaters, which would bring trouble to his future. Come and trouble.

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