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When a professor is engrossed in some kind of research, he always ignores the passage of time, especially when his school happens to be on Christmas break.

What got Albus out of the lab was a piece of news, a piece of news that he asked a few former students to help him find out.

The next day, Albus followed the address on the message and came to a neat and tidy house surrounded by gardens. A man with a big belly came out quickly, with an exaggerated smile on his face.

"Oh, look, look who is it? Albus Dumbledore, I really didn't expect you to come here." The man laughed and walked over to hold Albus's hand: "It's been a long time since we See, let me do the math, it's been ten years."

"Nine years and three months to be precise, Professor Slughorn." Albus smiled gently: "You may have forgotten that nine years ago, just before you left England to travel around the world, we I just met once, and you gave me some memories that seem to have been modified."

"Ahaha, what are you talking about? By the way, Albus, this is the first time you have come to my hut. Come in and have a seat." Horace Slughorn's expression was a little unnatural for a moment, but He quickly covered up the embarrassment with a more exaggerated expression, and led Albus into the garden and into the beautiful house.

Albus wasn't in the mood to greet this long-lost colleague, and got straight to the point after sitting down: "Horace, I think you should know why I'm here, I really hope you can tell me the truth. "

"Oh, hell, I should have guessed that's what you came for." Horace rubbed the top of his head irritably—although there wasn't much hair left on it: "Albus, why do you have to keep Get entangled in this matter?"

"Horace, your poor friend just wants to confirm one thing." Albus was also helpless: "I promise, as long as you give me that memory, I will never bother you again, and you Look, in fact, nothing will happen even if you hand it over to me. After all, wizard law does not expressly prohibit the discussion of soul spells, and the Wizengamot is not interested in such things. The reason why you are today, and You clearly knew that I was coming back but didn’t run away because you wanted to solve this matter completely, didn’t you?”

"But it's not a good thing after all." Horace Slughorn got up irritably, walked up and down the hall, and then he stopped suddenly, as if making up his mind: "Then, you promise it's just yourself Take a look, and don’t spread the word about it.”

"I swear in the name of Merlin." Albus said with a serious expression: "I will keep everything I have seen a secret, and I will never tell another person about the memory of Horace Slughorn."

Professor Slughorn sighed: "Okay, you come with me." He turned and walked to the basement. Albus couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could hear the melancholy in his tone.

"Actually, I've been saddened by it too, not having heard from Tom for so many years - it's all my fault for killing this kid, he's the brightest student I've ever met."

Albus didn't speak, but suppressed the excitement in his eyes, and followed the nagging man into the basement.

The first thing Albus did when he got back to the Transfiguration office at Hogwarts was to fumble for a vial, then drew the Elder Wand, held the tip of the wand to his temple, and pulled it away.A long silver thread of memory emerged from the tip of the staff.It stretched longer and longer, and finally broke, and silver light floated on the tip of the staff. Albus put it in the bottle, and the silver thread coiled and then unfurled, spiraling like gas.

Albus put away the bottle full of memories, then walked to his lounge, and when he came out, he was holding a small bottle very similar to the one just now.

Albus didn't like jigsaw puzzles, Ariana's, but now, it seemed his turn to have fun with it.

It's a pity that the person who made the puzzle has not been heard from until now, but Albus believes that he should be back soon.

Tom, he is not a person who can endure mediocrity and is willing to remain unknown, not to mention the future trajectory in the memory of that Ms. Spade——

Albus sat quietly in the chair and meditated for a long time, until the setting sun cast a long shadow on him, he suddenly woke up, got up and put the bottle of memory into his resting room in the room.

When the next new academic year began, Hogwarts added two more professors, but for the arrival of one of the old professors, everyone was obviously more willing to use the word return.

Yes, the old professor who joined in the new semester was Horace Slughorn, whom Albus specially visited before. In this place where he can own many collections, Professor Slughorn is in a good mood, with a smile on his face, and looks very amiable—two of the staff currently teaching at Hogwarts are His former pupils, the others were mostly his and Albus's classmates.

Compared with Horace Slughorn, the other professor looked much more serious. Although she was very young, only 31 years old, and she was very beautiful, her serious expression and tight lips It was enough to make young male wizards hesitate - this young female professor was Minerva McGonagall who left Hogwarts with the first place in her year.

After some discussion, Professor Slughorn, who is experienced and well-versed in potions, still became the professor of potions and head of Slytherin, and Minerva McGonagall was younger and had little experience after all. was appointed to Albus as his assistant.

A year later, McGonagall, who had achieved outstanding results, officially became the professor of transfiguration for the first to third grades.

Two years later, after countless experiments, Albus finally discovered some effects of dragon blood that no one else had noticed, but Albus always felt that the effect of dragon blood should be more than that.

So, on the first day of the Hogwarts holiday, Albus, who was a researcher, took the remaining half bottle of dragon's blood and rushed to France to find his friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time—the alchemist Nicole Flamel .

Albus and Nick Flamel met during his travels when he was young. Although the two were very different in age, they hit it off very well in alchemy. Nick Flamel's profound knowledge in alchemy made Albus Albus benefited a lot, and Albus's flash of whimsy also inspired Nick Flamel a lot, and the two people who were hundreds of years apart became best friends.

Although there are not many dragons in the magical world, they are not rare. It is not difficult for a person of Nick Flamel's status to obtain dragon blood, but it is possible to bring dragon blood like Albus. There was none as pure as dragon blood, so Nick Flamel just experimented a little, his eyes lit up immediately, and he plunged into the laboratory with Albus.

The experiment is a very boring thing, and it needs to test everyone's patience and carefulness. Fortunately, Albus, Nick LeMay, and Nick's wife Perenelle are all very patient people, which makes The experiment proceeded slowly but surely.

Unfortunately, just when the three of them were studying in the dark, Fox suddenly flew in, circling and beeping for a long time—Albus raised his head from the experiment, and stared at Fox with drowsy eyes. After a long time, fingertips slid across the void, only then did I realize that the holiday was over.

Why do you think this holiday ended in a flash?Albus held his forehead sadly, reluctantly left the laboratory, bid farewell to his friends and his wife and returned to Hogwarts.

Time flies, and another ten years have passed. In the past few years, Albus has published several classic papers, which made him more famous and more admired by wizards.

And among the freshmen this year, there was a little wizard who rarely caught his attention.

This little wizard is a Ravenclaw eaglet named Sheffield Sweet. He is a very quiet and gentle but tough child. He always sits quietly and reads a book on weekdays, doing whatever he wants. He is very patient and meticulous, especially in potions, he is extremely talented, and he possesses all the elements such as talent, knowledge, care, and patience that a potions master needs.

Sheffield·sweet, abbreviated as SS Potions Professor, could it be him?Albus suddenly thought so.

Over the past few years, Albus has vaguely heard that there is a mysterious figure wandering among the nobles, recruiting many subordinates through coercion and lure, and this mysterious figure claims to be the name Voldemort.

The future that the woman named Spade knew was finally partially confirmed, which made Albus let go of the last doubt in his heart, and seriously considered the way to deal with Britain's coming dark future, at least do some preparation.

Sheffield's outstanding talent in potions has obviously also attracted the attention of Professor Slughorn, which can be seen from his praise of the young man in the potions class-it has to be said that although Slughorn is somewhat Personality flaws, but for students, at least he treats them equally in class—but if you want to say that a Ravenclaw is officially accepted as a student, this Slater is not only afraid of trouble, but also has a preference for Slytherin in his bones. It is still impossible for Dean Lin to agree.

Sheffield obviously understands this too. In fact, he is not willing to become the headmaster of Slytherin's disciple, even if that can bring a shortcut - he is more willing to obtain knowledge from books.

Albus noticed Sheffield's hard work and calmness, and appreciated the little wizard even more, so he intentionally searched for suitable potion books and handed them to Sheffield, or occasionally taught him when he was distressed—don't forget, back then When Albus graduated, every class got an 'O' for excellence.

After getting help from Albus, Sheffield's knowledge of potions has improved by leaps and bounds, far surpassing the level of a young wizard of his age. Unfortunately, he was born as an orphan, and he doesn't have much Galleon on him. Relying on the Hogwarts physicians to earn living expenses, there is no extra money to buy potion materials for practice.

Albus thought alone for a while after knowing this, and let the owl deliver a note to the child.

"Dear Mr. Sweet, can I accompany a poor lonely old man to go shopping in Diagon Alley this Saturday afternoon?"

Soon, the owl brought a reply from the little wizard.

"Happy to be of your service, sir."

On the following Saturday afternoon, Albus and Sheffield appeared in the potions shop in Diagon Alley.

The author has something to say: I think the name Sheffield sounds nice. According to the British name, what should his nickname be?