Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

"So, students, this is the love potion. What kind of smell do you all smell?" Slughorn pointed to a large dry pot in the center of the classroom, and Hermione and others stepped forward to smell it out of curiosity.

"The unique smell of books, the smell of grass, and toothpaste." Hermione smelled carefully and seemed to be thinking about why she smelled toothpaste.

Suddenly there were two knocks on the door. Harry and Ron were pushed into the Potions classroom by Professor McGonagall. They looked at their empty hands in embarrassment. "Sorry, Professor Slughorn. Can we have class together too?"

Although Harry wanted to have more time to train at the actual combat level, Cedric also returned to the Order of the Phoenix after school started. Professor McGonagall grabbed them in the corridor. The results of the two did not meet Snape's original standards, but the current Potions Professor was Slughorn, and Dumbledore also asked Harry to have more contact with him, so he had no choice but to give it a try.

Slughorn didn't seem surprised. He pointed to the medicine cabinet nearby, "Of course, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. Just use the old books left here first, and you can buy new ones later."

Looking at Slughorn with a smile on his face, Harry sighed inwardly, it turned out to be exactly what Principal Dumbledore said. He likes to attract outstanding or famous students. As I thought about it, I took out a long-old book from the medicine cabinet and flipped through it. Unexpectedly, what I saw was a whole book full of dense notes. She loves learning even more than Hermione. Whose book is this?

"Half-Blood Prince...."

Ron on the side squeezed over and said repeatedly, "What kind of name is this? It's so strange."

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. We have to continue. Come back to your seats quickly. Also, take good care of the books. If anyone can make the most perfect water of life and death today, he will be rewarded."

With the book full of notes and technique records, Harry easily made a perfect life and death water in class. And Slughorn looked at him with more approval in his eyes. He took out a small bottle of potion from his arms, and the golden liquid shone.

"As expected of Lily's son, Harry. You are the first student in the class to perfectly make the potion. As a reward, take this bottle of Felixir. Make good use of it."

Under everyone's envious eyes, Harry put the book behind his back and put away the potion. "Thank you, Professor."

"If you are more interested in potions, you are welcome to join the Slug Club, Harry."

Slughorn's words gave Harry the energy to deal with Slughorn as much as Dumbledore said. As Voldemort's former teacher, he would definitely tell some information. As long as he had that book, Harry suddenly felt like something was missing in his hands. Then he looked at Slughorn, who was clearing his desk and getting ready for get out of class. Why did the book end up in his hand? ? ?

"We will learn how to make a joy potion in the next class, but it should be easy for you if you are talented, Harry. Remember to go back and buy a new book."

"Professor, I can just use the original old book." Harry looked at the book in Slughorn's hand and refused to put it down. If he relied on his own strength, it would be difficult to win Slughorn's praise. .

"Ah, this one. It's too old, why not buy a new one." Slughorn suddenly looked troubled again, "But there is a problem that really bothers me... I have some medicinal materials You need to buy it from Professor Snape. But I haven't been here for a long time, and Professor Snape hasn't seen anyone all day long." Then he shook the book in his hand and looked at Harry.

When Harry saw Slughorn's appearance, he found another opportunity to get closer. Maybe he would give the book to him as soon as he was happy. He took out a folded map from his wizard's robes and turned his back to Slughorn. If you want to find Snape, the fastest way is to use the Marauder's Map!

Just when he opened the map and before the screen appeared, a hand covered it. "Well, what is this?"

Slughorn's hand only touched the Marauder's Map for a moment and then withdrew. Harry also resisted and stayed away. He quickly hid the map back in his clothes while saying "Ah, it's the map I made myself. I think Professor Snape... he should be in the cellar, just follow the stairs." You’ll see it as you go down.”

"Is that so? Thank you Harry... Well, five points for Gryffindor!" Slughorn put the book back into his bag and looked at Harry with a smile on his face, "I'll be up and down soon. It’s time for class, Harry, aren’t you afraid of being late?”

After seeing Harry leave with a look of regret on his face, Slughorn took out the old book and read it, "Half-Blood Prince? He obviously still cares about Prince, but he was so awkward when asking him to inherit."

After leaving the Potions classroom, Harry hid in a deserted corner, took out the Marauder's Map and looked at it carefully. He soon found his name, and there was a footprint leaving the Potions classroom. The name under the footprint was Horace Slughorn.

Slughorn walked out of the classroom and walked up one floor. Although he was the Potions Professor, a new office was opened for him. As for the original cellar, it was still used as Snape's office, and Slughorn didn't care about it.

After walking around the corner, a black figure stood upright in front of his office door, seemingly waiting for a while. Slughorn immediately smiled when he saw it, his belly trembling, "Oh, Severus. Are you finished with Defense Against the Dark Arts? I'm so sorry, I took your position as potions professor. "After saying that, he walked up and patted Snape's shoulder familiarly, but the latter dodged him with a look of disgust.

"Professor Slughorn, you are still as enthusiastic as ever. Didn't I tell you during the opening ceremony that being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is exactly what I want."

"Really, haha, that's great. I heard that you also inherited the Prince family. I was really shocked when I first learned the news. I didn't know whether to call you Snape or Prince for a while, haha, that's great. Congratulations. I am planning to host the Slug Club again at Christmas, and as my best student, Severus, you must go."

Tsk, that's really troublesome, this person is still as snobbish as before. There was obviously someone as good as himself at that time, but he didn't mention it at all. Snape became more and more irritated. He took out a roll of parchment and said, "If there are any shortages of herbs, record them here. Then, I'll go first."

"Excuse me, you don't need to go there in person to purchase potion ingredients. Do you want to have a drink?"

Snape suddenly stopped and looked back at Slughorn, his originally gloomy expression becoming even more terrifying. He nodded slightly and walked into the office before Slughorn could speak again, "Okay, I haven't talked to the professor for a long time."

"By the way, Marcus wrote a letter asking about your whereabouts a while ago. It seems that the students still care about you, professor."

Slughorn, who had taken out a bottle of mead, suddenly paused, not shying away from Snape's scrutinizing gaze. He blinked and frowned, as if he had been recalling for a long time, "Marchuri? I remember never teaching There is a student named Makuri."

"Really, he was my classmate. After all, professor, it is impossible for you to remember those students with mediocre abilities. But a few days ago, news of his death came from Manchester. I thought the professor would know."

Slughorn's eyes darkened, and he shrugged slightly sadly, "I see... I saw that news in the Daily Prophet. It's not safe anywhere now, is it? I just want to Just keep running to save your life. Sorry, Severus, I haven’t contacted even those students I had a good relationship with in the past."

Snape's brows were still furrowed and his lips were pursed straight, "Black Death, do you know?"

"That Death Eater who attacked villages and cities in the wizarding world? It's really scary."

"Haven't you seen her?"

"Her? So you know her? If I had met her, I'm afraid I wouldn't appear here again, would I?"

Snape said nothing. He watched as Slughorn smacked his lips and poured out a glass of mead. After tasting it, he smiled with satisfaction, then smiled awkwardly when he noticed that Snape had been looking at him, "Oh, I'm sorry, it's so delicious. Do you want a drink?"

His personality, way of speaking, thinking patterns, expressions, and movements were all exactly the same as the Slughorn in his memory. Snape had been observing him outside the classroom since he started attending class. Draco had already met with Voldemort during her vacation. In addition to the mission mentioned by Voldemort, would she abandon Malfoy completely or would she have other missions? Slughorn, who suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight, returned suddenly to avoid making him suspicious. But for now, there are no problems.

"No need, I still have classes."

"Then I won't send you off. Thank you for making the trip in person, Severus."

Snape stood by the door for a long time after leaving the office. Apart from the sound of pouring wine and Slughorn humming a tune happily, there was no other noise inside. Then, the hum gradually weakened and turned into a slightly louder purr.

My face will turn red when I come into contact with alcohol, and I will gradually fall asleep enjoying it. I still have a sticky cheese smell on my body, but there is still no problem. However, this feeling of perfection is so strange. It has been so long that even if tastes and habits have not changed, some ways of speaking and commonly used words have changed. But there was none, just as Slughorn stood in front of him more than ten years ago.

Until the sense of prying eyes completely disappeared, Slughorn, who was snoring with his eyes closed, narrowed his eyes slightly. The snoring sound still came from his mouth, but his easy-going and lazy face suddenly changed. Although it feels good to address Mr. with honorifics, it seems that I will have to deal with him in the future. Slughorn's handwriting also needs more practice.

He glanced at the mead on the table with some disgust. Do old people like sweet things so much? The thought of being unable to drink Firewhiskey for a while and lying on the table seemed to hit him the hardest.

He walked out of the office again, back at Hogwarts he needed to figure out one more thing. Where are Salazar and Gellert? The authenticity of Gellert's death cannot be determined, but Salazar must still be alive. Now that he couldn't get into the crypts to see for himself, Snape would be even more suspicious of him.

Arriving at the door of the principal's office, the Blob stood in front of him, "I have something to do with Principal Dumbledore."

"Password."

Slughorn frowned, password? He had never used a password before, and the principal's office had always been open to him. After naming a bunch of candies, and even Grindelwald's name, the blob still didn't open the door.

Slughorn bent down and looked at the gargoyle, his smiling eyes flashing crimson, "I said, I have something to do with Dumbledore."

The magical Hogwarts is full of magical things. There was sweat dripping from the brow of the stone beast, but it still didn't open the door.

Slughorn's smile grew brighter, and a female voice came, "Professor Slughorn, do you also have something to do with Principal Dumbledore?"

Slughorn stood up and turned around, already looking troubled, "Professor McGonagall, yes... some of the equipment needed for class needs to be replaced. Severus went to class, and I was just thinking about it." Give Dumbledore the purchase order."

Professor McGonagall looked at the gargoyle that turned them away, sighed and took the parchment, "Let me do it. Principal Dumbledore may be busy with something. I don't see him often, if it weren't for you Come, maybe Severus will have to be the professor of two courses at the same time, which will be really hard for him."

Slughorn would not take the initiative to do anything for him. After thinking about it, he handed the parchment to McGonagall, "Really? Thank you for your hard work."

"By the way, Professor Slughorn. Can I ask you a favor?" Professor McGonagall looked out the window. "Our Forbidden Forest guard, Mr. Hagrid, is injured. But you know, we haven't received any help yet. I received a reply from the recruitment that I am willing to come here to be a school nurse. Can you brew some potion for him? Report the cost and the price of the potion to me later, and I will take care of it."

Slughorn frowned, about to refuse.

"Hagrid has a habit of collecting magical creature materials, and I think he would be very happy to share them with you."

"Haha, we are all colleagues. Professor McGonagall, you are angry, I will brew the potion right now!"

Slughorn, who was about to return to the office, saw two crooked figures by the window. Ron and his little crush were sitting by the window. The flames bursting out of Lavender Brown's eyes seemed to be swallowing him up. He kept moving forward and was about to sit on Ron's lap.

"Mr. Weasley, when are you going to give me the paper assignment you didn't bring last time?"

"Ah, Professor Slughorn, I'm sorry. I... will go find him right now!" Ron pushed the girl beside him and left the scene quickly. Lavender looked at Ron's back angrily, and left under Slughorn's gaze.

It seems that courage and emotional intelligence cannot be possessed at the same time.