John's life was erratic.
Sometimes he would appear in the Forbidden Forest, and sometimes he would appear in a certain class.
Principal's office.
Slughorn poured tea into the milky white bone china tea cup, and the dense steam floated up.
"The perfect potion." He placed the tea next to the crucible and boasted, "I dare say no one has thought of such a bold idea before."
"The Master of Practical Potions will be happy to publish this result," Slughorn said. "This 'universal potion'."
He gave John ideas and was willing to pay a favor to be featured in Practical Potions Master magazine.
In his opinion, young people can never resist the temptation of becoming famous.
Unfortunately, John is not an ordinary young man.
"No, professor, this thing is not perfect yet." John used a small reagent bottle to put a portion of the medicine in the crucible.
He shook it to see if there were any layers in the green potion.
This is an important factor in judging whether the agents blend well together.
"Why?" Slughorn wondered, "You just invented a 'universal potion' that can stop bleeding, detoxify, enhance, and break curses. You should let everyone know about it."
Slughorn watched with his own eyes how this thing was born.
Also knowing how amazing the talent of the boy in front of him was, Slughorn wanted to get this 'collection' more and more.
But John's lack of food and salt made Slughorn even more uncomfortable like a cat scratching him.
He could swear that if he missed this child, he would regret it until he entered his grave.
John thought for a while and replied with a chuckle: "Because this thing is just a derivative. For me, finding a way to break the blood curse is the most important thing."
Putting the cap on the reagent bottle, John looked at Slughorn and said, "Before reaching the end, the scenery along the way is just embellishment."
Slughorn held the teacup and looked at John blankly.
At this moment, he seemed to understand that there would always be some regrets in life.
People who only have the end in their eyes will not become someone else's 'collection'.
"Well, I can't convince you," Slughorn was convinced by John, "but you have to give this thing a name."
"Just call it Jade Potion."
John poured the remaining potion into the bottle and filled it. The color inside was like emerald.
"Although glass is bright, jade is stronger." John filled the potion and left a meaningful sentence, "Besides, I like that green color."
"I'm having a party before Christmas," Slughorn called to John, "and I want to invite you."
"As a student?" John asked.
Slughorn put his hands down, engaged in a fierce mental struggle, and finally compromised: "A friend, a pen pal, please, John."
"I will go," John bowed respectfully and chuckled, "I will prepare a bottle of oak-aged mead. I hope you will like it, Professor."
"I'll be looking forward to it," Slughorn said with a bulging belly as he watched John leave.
Genius always makes it difficult to maintain principles.
Even becoming the headmaster couldn't change Slughorn's attraction.
...
Snape's fight with Sirius was not over.
Finally it broke out.
That morning, Slytherin, who had just finished the Defense Against the Dark Arts improvement class, was successfully deducted 10 points.
It looked like Sirius was showing mercy.
Snape responded by putting Harry in solitary confinement because he contradicted the teacher in class.
This pissed off Sirius.
"Snotlout!" Sirius pushed open Snape's office door and pointed at Snape's nose and warned, "You'd better take back Harry's confinement!"
Snape calmly arranged the materials on his medicine shelf, and Sirius watched him finish with a sullen face.
Coming down from the ladder, Snape said angrily: "I'm sorry, I don't think such a thing has anything to do with you."
"After all, this matter belongs to the Dean's decision-making, and you..." Snape glanced at Sirius with a sneer, "You are not the Dean of Gryffindor."
In one sentence, Sirius's identity was directly suppressed.
"I'm warning you!" Sirius said angrily with fire in his eyes, "Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. You want Harry to miss the Quidditch match!"
"I don't understand what you're talking about?" Snape said in a strange tone, "Or do you think Potter can change anything?"
"Slytherin has won eleven consecutive games," Snape sneered. "This result will not change because of anyone."
"Harry is just like James, he's the best Seeker!"
"Eleven consecutive wins. Do I need to remind you that winning streak means you have never lost?"
"Severus!"
"Don't call me so intimate, I am not yours." Snape's hand had quietly touched the wand and he said coldly, "Leave my office, Professor Black."
Sirius had already drawn his wand.
...
"Are you in detention?"
Professor McGonagall's voice rose.
The first game of the school year is about to begin, and Gryffindor's Seeker is put in detention?
"I will ask Severus to change the confinement time." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said seriously.
"Thank you, Professor." Harry said relieved.
He didn't want to contradict Snape in class, but Snape discovered that he had added other ingredients to the original recipe.
Snape stood aside and made some angry remarks. Harry couldn't hold it back for a moment and retorted.
The result is points being deducted and then being placed in solitary confinement.
What a coincidence, the match on Saturday is against Slytherin.
As Harry's good brother, Ron said conspiratorially next to Harry, "Maybe Snape is afraid that Slytherin will lose."
Harry was so worried that he couldn't even eat.
McLagan, a conspicuous person, came over and said arrogantly to Harry: "Don't worry, I will keep all the balls."
Harry nodded perfunctorily, he really didn't like this guy.
Unfortunately, Ron didn't become a goalie.
Hermione hurried back, a look of panic on her face.
"Oops, Snape and Sirius got into a fight."
"What?" Harry was stunned.
His godfather and Snape got into a fight?
His body was faster than his brain, and he immediately grabbed Hermione and asked, "Where did you hear that?"
"It was Professor McGonagall. When she passed by, she happened to see two people fighting. Unfortunately, Katie Bell was hit."
Harry was completely dumbfounded now.
Katie is the team's chaser. The game is about to begin, but there is one less chaser?
Afterwards, Katie was hospitalized.
Although the two professors did not use any deadly force, the bat spirit curse caused Katie to hit her head.
It won't get better within this week.
Slughorn stepped forward to handle the matter. He never imagined that two mature professors would fight over the confinement.
He also pulled out his wand and accidentally injured a student.
Professor McGonagall's face turned pale. If she hadn't seen with her own eyes that Sirius had ejected the curse, she would have suspected that Snape had deliberately injured Katie.
"Potter, you need to find a team member as soon as possible."
When veteran fan Professor McGonagall heard that Katie couldn't compete for a while, her first reaction was to ask Harry to find someone to take over.
But in such a hurry, where can anyone take the lead?
Suddenly, Harry had an idea.
...
Because of the friendly fire incident, Harry's original confinement was abandoned.
"Stop it, buddy?" Ron looked surprised when he heard that he was asked to be the chaser.
Harry said helplessly: "No kidding, Katie won't be back for a while. You have been watching the tactics with us during this time, and you were a team member last school year."
"But, I didn't pass the selection." Ron was actually a little happy inside, but his stage fright made him lack confidence.
Harry couldn't refuse: "Training tonight, at seven o'clock." 33
Ron looked at the others happily, and said with an invincible and lonely look, "There's no way, right?"
Seamus snorted, and Dean went to look for Ginny.
Obviously, Harry's arrangement of arranging Ron's entry into the team caused some criticism from others, but Harry couldn't care less.
It's unrealistic to try again. It's better to go directly to Ron who has experience and skills.
As for what to say next, it doesn’t matter.
To deal with Slytherin, they had to be very alert.
He must put the interests of the team first.
But Harry didn't expect that during the evening training, Ron's performance was not what he expected.
When Ron passed the ball, he let the ball hit another chaser, Demelza Robbins, in the mouth.
Demelza staggered down, blood dripping from his mouth.
"It's my fault for being careless, I'm sorry, Demelza, I'm so sorry!"
Ron shouted at Demelza's back and explained anxiously: "I just..."
"Too nervous!" Ginny said angrily, flying down to check the swollen corners of Demelza's lips, and yelled, "You idiot, Ron, look at what she looks like now!"
Ginny, who had recently been annoyed by Blaise and had a bad temper, scolded her brother directly.
Harry hurriedly came down to treat Demelza's lips and said seriously, "Ginny, you are not allowed to call Ron a fool. You are not the captain of this team."
Ginny gave him an indignant look.
It was a bad training session, despite Harry's efforts to boost morale and hope to crush Slytherin.
After training, Harry comforted Ron, who had empty eyes, in the locker room.
After finally regaining some confidence, the two returned to the castle.
They saw Dean and Ginny hugging each other and kissing passionately in the empty corridor.
At that moment, something seemed to break in Harry's mind.
I wish I could just cast a very evil spell on Dean and turn people into jelly.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
