Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 298
The operation called "Old Climb to Explode Gold Coins" went extremely smoothly. Horace Slughorn was indeed a bit picky in some places, but when it came to managing relationships and making good friends with potential investors, he was quite willing to pay. Of course, this is done while watching people order the food.

If the investment in an investment is much higher than the gain, then the investment must be a failure. However, as an angel investor who has successfully invested in dozens of outstanding talents in the political and business circles, Horace is very able to grasp the cost of investment. Where are the limits.

However, as a student of Horace, although Snape did not play his teacher's tricks, he was also very aware of the logic of his teacher's behavior. Horace's predictions had long been affected by Snape's. The prediction has arrived.

Harry's many layers of aura were revealed through Snape's casual conversation. He saw that this fish had grown into a big shark before he had fully revealed himself to the world. This would be a big problem in the future. The old investment man who made a lot of money has spent a lot of money. The most important thing is that Harry is Snape's godson!

Horace knew about the relationship between Snape and Lily, and he was not too surprised by this, but the bad thing was Snape, although Horace had a lot of complaints about his 'good student' , but I couldn’t bear the fact that Snape could really fight. If the 30-year-old Potions Master hadn’t been old enough to be Snape’s grandfather, he would have thought of accepting Snape as his son, but it’s a pity that even if he did, He was also a traitor when he came back. In order not to be angry to death for the rest of his life, Horace gave up this tempting idea.

With Snape as his backer, Harry will not lack any ordinary potions. Even though Snape specializes in cursed poisons and war potions, for a potion master of this level, as long as he does not demand the highest quality , most potions are not a big problem for them. If they want to impress Harry, he really has to give some blood.

Even if Harry didn't mention ordinary things, he wouldn't look down on them, right? Although he knew in his heart that Snape was here to blackmail him, he didn't feel any reluctance in his heart. Information circulated better than normal people. Many Horaces knew very well what Harry had been doing in the past two years. Voldemort appeared twice and was beaten violently twice in a row. Although it was Dumbledore and Grindelwald who dealt with it on the surface, at that time Grindelwald didn't care about anything when Voldemort was at his worst, why did he suddenly intervene now?

Although it would make sense if Dumbledore took the lead, but having worked with Dumbledore for decades, what kind of personality would Horace not understand about him? The matter must be related to Harry. Whether it is to stand up for Harry or for some other reason, there must be these two black and white villains behind this little guy. You must know that Grindelwald happened to meet him when he went to teach at Hogwarts. He didn't believe there was anything fishy about Harry going to school, and it was not a small probability that such an outstanding young man would be favored by Grindelwald in school.

On this matter alone, Horace dared to take a gamble on Harry, let alone Sirius Black. Horace also knew exactly what Black and Harry's father James were like. Their relationship was closer than that of brothers. Inseparable was almost a tailor-made adjective for the two of them. After they were cleared of wrongdoing and released from prison, the huge wealth and resources left by the Black family had nothing to do with Harry. It's really like seeing a ghost.

And Horace also knew that in the World Youth Spellcaster Duel Competition that ended not long ago, someone from the European region finally entered the finals after decades, and that person's name was Harry Potter.

He said, "Old man, I don't have anything good, but since Harry is here, just accept this small greeting gift. Snape is my good disciple and student. After all, I am still your master." Woolen cloth. ’

A delicate box no bigger than a palm and two fingers thick was thrust into Harry's hand. Snape, who was watching this scene from the side, almost couldn't stop the deathly expression on his face. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly. Harry nodded slightly, his clenched fists slowly loosening until they both left Horace's temporary mansion.

"Si~~ha~~~~"

Snape sucked hard, and his sunny face made Harry rub his eyes to double check whether Snape was possessed by something dirty. Even if he came back from Slytherin, he I had never seen Snape look so excited.

"I'm sorry, my dear teacher is really willing to give up."

After taking Harry to his home in Spider End Lane, Snape looked at the exquisite box carefully and kept making sounds with stains in his mouth.

"Is this thing expensive?"

Harry, who didn't know what it was inside, looked back and forth a few times in confusion, but apart from seeing the dazzlingly complicated alchemical patterns on the box, even if it were used as a base weapon and ammunition from space, Apart from smashing a big hole in the ground without any problem, this wooden box really has nothing else to look at.

"Actually, it's not a very expensive thing."

Snape cleared his throat and coughed, "Yeah~ My teacher just gave you your life."

"He once showed me a demonstration, showing him as a master of potions, a representative of the pinnacle of his skills."

"I have explained to you the Blessing Potion before. Its beautiful name represents the overdraft of one's potential beyond its limits. It is one of the most ferocious and powerful potions in the world. It comes with a huge price. The powerful effect is like being miraculously blessed by the gods, allowing a Muggle to kill a giant in hand-to-hand combat without any injuries, creating an incredible miracle."

"But incorrect use of blessing potion will lead to extremely terrible consequences. When used in appropriate amounts, it can bring you blessings, but once it is abused or misused, it is also the most poisonous and unexplainable poison in the world. of poison.”

"Both are potion masters." Snape paused, "Even if they are both masters, their levels are different."

"At most 30 years." Snape raised three fingers. "I can also make my own ultimate potion. It may be poison, it may be a curse potion, or it may be a war potion, but it doesn't matter. Whichever category it belongs to, it will definitely have a special power that is unique in the world and cannot be replaced."

"Whether you can brew your own unique potion is the dividing point in the realm of potion masters. Perhaps we can call such people masters?"

Snape shook his head uncertainly, "Maybe I will know all this when I brew my own perfect potion myself."

"And this is what my teacher gave you." Snape paused slightly, "The name of this potion is 'Substitute'. It sounds very ordinary, right." Snape smiled, "Its effect It’s also very simple, that is to pay for the blessing potion for you. If I guessed correctly, the box contains a whole set of my teacher’s blessing potion, and the dose is enough to kill you.”

"Drink this set of magic potions, and you will overdraw all your future potential, all your future luck, and everything in the future in this moment, in exchange for something that burns like the sun and is as brilliant as the sun - blooming!"

Snape bit the last two words very hard, as if this could wake Harry up and let him know how heavy it was. "But if you drink this substitute potion before drinking this set of blessing potions"

"It'll pay for it all for you."

This exquisite little box was carefully handed over to Harry's hands by Snape. His fingers caressed the pattern etching of money on it, "For anyone, this is the thing that can bring you back to life in a desperate situation." A second life.”

"There are only seven branches in the world, so remember to thank your master in the future."

Snape patted Harry on the shoulder, smiled and nodded to him, "The old guy is still very kind to you, even if this is the first time you have met."

"Would you like anything, Harry?"

Snape waved his hand, and a silver teapot and two cups flew from the depths of the dark house, "I only have black tea here."

"No sugar, thanks."

Harry nodded blankly and muttered in disbelief: "Is this the legendary connection?"

"What's wrong with connections?" Snape glanced at Harry, "He is my teacher, and the teacher who loves your mother the most. And you are my godson, Lily's son, and this is what he should give."

"The old guy doesn't get married and doesn't have children. When he gets old and is about to die, do you expect me to decorate his tombstone?"

Snape, who always kept his mouth shut, said these words that hurt the old man's heart, but Harry had long been used to hearing Snape's venomous tongue. His godfather was not a good person, but he was still very emotional.

"Oh, then I will also remember to bring you a copy, Godfather."

"What's not good about learning!" Snape made Harry's head go crazy, "It's easy to learn to be a rebel, isn't it?!"

"Hurry up and get rolling after your tea, I still have to pack my luggage."

Harry held his head and laughed, then held a tea cup and walked around in this small house that was not luxurious at all, but looked ancient. This was not a museum full of mysterious and unknown things, but it was not a big one. The room was filled with Snape's youth and life.

Maybe he hasn't changed it because there are still traces here of when he and Lily were playing together, right?

Looking out the window at the dilapidated small park not far away, there is a crooked swing swinging in the wind, and the golden light cast by the setting sun, after passing through the shelter of the eaves of the building, casts a thin beam of light, It was illuminated like the center of a striking stage.

Once upon a time, there was a girl sitting on the swing, and a boy standing beside the swing. The same sunset illuminated their young and innocent faces.

But the girl has moved across the street, and I'm afraid she will never come back.

There was a knock on the door of 'Tuk Tuk Tuk', and the black cloak swung around, leaving the young man standing in front of the house at No. 4 Privet Drive.

"I am back!"

Harry unlocked the door and saw his cousin waving to him in front of him and his uncle who put down the newspaper. The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, and a woman with a plate in her hand walked forward quickly. .

"Welcome home, Harry."

She stood on her tiptoes, and the boy bent down, hugging the warmth of home tightly.

"I am back."

The boy said again, with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)