HP Shavings Wizard

Alison yawned, looking listless, no longer wanting to listen to the adults' boring chatter and small talk.

She decided to cut the Gordian knot and tie up the interesting new professor - she ignored the fact that Slughorn, like other wizards, shuddered and protested loudly when she calmly said Voldemort's name.

"If you are worried about Voldemort... we have dealt with almost all of his Horcruxes, including his main soul. There is no possibility of their return."

Forced to listen to this, Slughorn's eyes widened even further, almost glaring at Alison.

He seemed unable to believe it and turned to look at Dumbledore.

The old principal nodded gently.

Slughorn was stunned for a moment, lost in thought, and then he sighed.

"Ugh……"

After he finished sighing, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant - as if the sigh just now had drained away all his previous cleverness and liveliness.

Slughorn's face showed exhaustion and pain.

"Never mind... I should have known this day would come."

Tom…

His most beloved student at that time.

He even fiercely defended the quiet and studious child because of Dumbledore's unfriendly admonition.

But in the end, Dumbledore was right, and this old colleague was always right.

Ever since Tom completely cut off contact with all his professors as soon as he graduated, he had a vague idea that something was wrong.

What’s even more terrifying is that he shared the method of making Horcruxes with the young boy who asked for advice.

The darkest, most evil thing...

A way to make a Dark Lord immortal...

Merlin's beard!

What did he say casually at the time?

What did you casually say to the "talented wizard"?

Why didn't he realize Tom's danger in advance?

That person had clearly asked about the possibility of splitting the soul into seven pieces...

This is a stain on his life, and now because he holds this secret, he resigns and seeks refuge to prevent that guy from making a comeback...

He always felt dishonorable and ashamed of what that memory showed, and even distorted and changed it...

Later, his beloved Lily, whom he valued so much, and her husband James...also died at Tom's hands.

The former's most beloved student killed the latter's most beloved student.

This was his deepest pain, his deepest sin.

Recalling those bad memories, Slughorn turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and even tears flowed down his fat cheeks into his walrus-like beard.

He was silent for a long time, then looked up at the three people who came.

One is the old acquaintance Dumbledore, who is very familiar to him and has been his colleague for decades.

The remaining two, one old and one young, were a father and daughter named Grindelwald. He had heard about them from his students and had also paid attention to the German wedding that had caused a sensation in the European wizarding world two years ago.

Slughorn's eyes fell on the stranger, more famous, and more dangerous Grindelwald.

He was the leader of the saints who ruled Europe at the time - of course, many wizards who disagreed with his ideas also called him the Demon King in private - he was imprisoned in Nurmengard Prison by Dumbledore after failing in a duel in 45 years, but he has been out for three years now.

Facing Slughorn's scrutiny, Grindelwald looked back nonchalantly, his heterochromatic eyes flashing.

Slughorn was a little out of control now, and for once he didn't want to greet this equally dangerous dark wizard.

So he looked away and looked at Alison.

Alison gave a bright, innocent smile and raised her wand.

The tip of the wand glowed a dangerous, ominous green light.

The fat old walrus was so frightened that he almost fell off the sofa.

The little red-haired wizard threatened the future dean with a grin.

"It's to threaten you to go back to Hogwarts to teach - because Professor Snape has resigned and we can't find a Potions Professor. So we have to take someone back! I think you're just the right person!"

Slughorn trembled, pointed at Alison, and stammered with a weak fear: "You, you child..."

Alison tugged at the collar of her green school uniform and gave the future dean a more fatal blow in a familiar manner: "Hello, dean~ I am a third-year Slytherin~"

Slughorn's face turned even worse. He looked at Dumbledore with almost despair: "Albus!"

Dumbledore showed an innocent expression, winked playfully and pretended to be dumbfounded: "Horace, your ability in potions and teaching is so outstanding, everyone welcomes you back at any time. If you are willing, the position of Potions Professor at Hogwarts will definitely belong to you."

Of course, there was actually no one there.

A qualified professor - one who has both professional qualities and is kind to students - is rare.

It is a bit late to recruit misfits through open auditions when the semester has already begun.

The little red-haired wizard added cheerfully: "And there is also the Slytherin Headmaster! If he is a Headmaster who smiles every day, he must be much cuter than Professor Snape's yellow face when he wants to stew the little wizard~"

As the father and daughter pressed on, Slughorn covered his face in despair and wailed.

Allison suddenly leaned closer to him, pulled out a bottle of Acromantula venom from her pocket and shook it.

The dark green venom rippled along the wall of the crystal bottle, leaving a thin layer of green slurry on it, which was dangerous and beautiful.

Of course, in the eyes of the Potion Master, it simply sparkles with the luster of money.

“……!!!!!”

Slughorn raised his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on the bottle of venom, and his breathing became rapid, as if he was about to pounce and snatch the bottle away in the next second.

Alison held the Acromantula's venom closer to his arms and said suggestively.

"Acromantula venom, perhaps a pint is worth a hundred Galleons. Although it was obtained through illegal channels, I believe you must have connections who can sell it. I hope this can be given as a gift to the dean~"

"Just think, it could buy a lot of oak-aged mead, candied pineapple, and velvet smoking jackets~"

Slughorn swallowed, his greedy eyes almost glued to the bottle - the bottle of Acromantula venom was shining brightly in his eyes, exuding the charming fragrance of gold Galleons.