Hogwarts God of Ice and Fire

After everyone was seated, Slughorn motioned for everyone to enjoy the food on the table, looked at everyone, and asked: "I heard that you formed a student group called the DA Army? I know, what are you doing? Are there any people in it?”

Everyone raised their hands except Marcos, which made Marcos look a little embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, Slughorn couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise.

He originally thought that this student group called the DA Army was only founded by Rolle and Lowell, two powerful little wizards who had advanced to the Demon King level. However, the members of this student group may not be powerful, but they were just influenced by Rolle. Just the light of Lowell.

But judging from the scene that happened before him, the DA army might not be as simple as he imagined.

Slughorn looked at Irwin. Among the young wizards he invited, only Irwin and Astoria gave him an unfathomable feeling.

Especially this gentle-looking Irwin made him feel like he had met the young Dumbledore.

Slughorn asked kindly: "Irwin, I saw your performance in the Daily Prophet. Can I see your thunder magic? It looks like a variant of the weather spell?"

Irwin nodded casually, and when he turned his left hand over, there was a ball of thunder light the size of a palm floating in his palm.

From this ball of lightning, everyone present could feel a dangerous aura, as if this ball of lightning burst out and could wipe out everyone in the carriage.

However, under Irwin's perfect control, the aura of this thunder light did not leak out at all.

"What an amazing silent and wandless spell!" Slughorn said in amazement. "I dare say that even Dumbledore at your age couldn't do it better than you!"

Facing Slughorn's compliment, Irvine just smiled and waved away the thunder in his palms.

Slughorn let out an exclamation again. Even he had to recite the Ten Thousand Curses to suppress the thunder that was enough to wipe out everyone in the carriage.

But Irwin dispersed it so lightly. What a powerful control it was!

The power of thunder is an extremely destructive and violent form of magic. It is like a fierce fire. Even the wizard who releases it will be counterattacked by it if he is not powerful enough.

At this time, Slughorn looked at Astoria, who was sitting next to Ilven.

Among all the people present, only Irwin and Astoria made Slughorn feel incomprehensible. If Slughorn guessed correctly, it should come from the power of ancient magic.

"If I'm not wrong, Astoria, you should be mastering an ancient magic like Irwin, right?"

Slughorn asked curiously.

Facing her future potions professor, Astoria did not hide anything. She said softly: "Yes, thanks to this ancient magic, I solved the blood curse in my body."

"Blood Curse?!" Slughorn's voice rose a little higher. He said with surprise and regret, "This ancient magic can actually solve the extremely vicious blood curse like the Blood Curse? What a pity, what if? If this ancient magic could be popularized, there wouldn't be so many patients suffering from the blood curse in the world."

Astoria smiled and said, "I am looking for a way to castrate this ancient magic. If I succeed, I will be able to extract a part of this ancient magic that can resolve the blood curse. By then, the blood curse will no longer be an incurable curse."

After hearing Astoria's words, Slughorn suddenly felt like he had found a treasure.

Slughorn said eagerly: "Are you serious?! If this kind of magic can really be invented, Astoria, I think you can get a medal of the Order of Merlin!"

With that said, Slughorn looked at Marcus who said nothing.

Just listen to Slughorn say: "Just like this young Marcos's uncle, I had the honor to teach his uncle Damocles, that was a very outstanding wizard, very outstanding, his Merlin The medal is well deserved. Do you see your uncle often, Marcos?"

After learning that Slughorn would become their Potions Professor, Astoria and others, who had secretly gotten to know the professor, were no longer surprised that Slughorn suddenly changed the chat partner. .

On the contrary, Marcus, who was called upon, had just eaten a big mouthful of quail. He was eager to answer Slughorn's question and swallowed too fast. His face suddenly turned the color of pig's liver, and he was choked and speechless.

"Ankexiao!"

Slughorn pointed his wand at Marcos and chanted a spell calmly, and Marcos's trachea seemed to be unblocked all of a sudden.

"No...I don't see him that often."

Marcos gasped, choking on tears.

"Yeah, of course, I dare say he must be very busy," Slughorn looked at Marcos with a questioning look and said, "I think he must have put a lot of effort into inventing the Wolfsbane potion, right? "

"I think so..." Marcos said. He seemed to be afraid to eat quail again before he was sure that Slughorn had finished interrogating him. "Well...that's right. He has no relationship with my dad." Great, so I don’t actually know…”

Marcos said, his voice gradually became much lower.

That's because Slughorn's face suddenly turned cold after hearing that Marcos' father had a bad relationship with Damocles.

Slughorn has always been a snobbish person. He values ​​​​connections, and after learning that Marcos could not bring him Damocles' connections, it became clear that Marcos was no longer valuable.

However, Slughorn didn't do anything like a sinner. He just ignored Marcos instead of saying bad words or driving him away.

Slughorn looked at the other people in the carriage one by one and chatted cordially one by one.

Finally, Slughorn set his sights on Elsa, the little Hufflepuff witch.

"Your name is Elsa Jones, right?" Slughorn said kindly. "I know your aunt Gwenger Jones. She is a great batsman. I think you should too. Did you inherit her flying talent?"

Elsa said softly: "Cedric once invited me to join the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, but I am not as interested in Quidditch as my aunt, so I declined."

Hearing this, Slughorn said regretfully: "Oh, that's a pity! But I think a clever little witch can shine everywhere, right?"