Chapter 470: Meeting with Slughorn

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In the corner of the bathroom, the dirty clothes that Mike had changed were gone, replaced by neatly stacked clean clothes and a loose towel.
You don’t need to think about Mike. This is definitely a masterpiece of house elves. Since Mike solved the food crisis at noon yesterday for them, they have begun to offer Mike as a dad, taking some changes of clothes and everything. Trivial.
Picking up the towel, Mike began to wipe his body. At this time, he also noticed that there was an extra figure in the reef painting hanging on the wall.
Mike looked intently and realized that it was a blonde mermaid.
The mermaid looked like it had just emerged from the sea, with water drops still hanging on her body. The wet blond hair was stuck to her fair skin, and water was dripping from above.
She just sat on the reef clutteredly, with a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth, looking at Mike with piercing eyes, without any intention of looking away.
As if he noticed that Mike was looking at him, the mermaid's body slowly twisted, his hands were constantly walking on his body, and he even stuck out his tongue to lick the drops of water at the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk tut."
Mike smacked his mouth. Compared to the Myrtle just now, this mermaid was too powerful.
He had a hunch that this mermaid would have a wonderful performance for him.
But just as Mike was about to get closer and take a closer look, the Myrtle on the side screamed and rushed to the portrait, cursing the mermaid continuously while her little hands were constantly scratching at the portrait.
It's a pity that the ghost can't touch the real thing, no matter how hard she tries, she still can't hurt the portrait.
But Myrtle’s crazy behavior shocked the mermaid in the painting. She screamed and jumped into the sea and disappeared.
"You cousin! You will only seduce men! I curse you to be kept here for another thousand years!"
Myrtle was still cursing at the portrait, and Mike put on his clothes and left. Since the good show is not worth watching, then he has no interest in staying in the bathroom.
It was noon after leaving the bathroom, and Mike went straight to the auditorium, where he was going to visit a key person after lunch.
Due to Dumbledore’s post-autumn accounting, it seemed sparse at this time, and only a small number of students who made no mistakes still gathered here for lunch.
At the same time, Mike also noticed that the four jewel hourglasses in the entrance hall of the auditorium, representing the points of the four colleges, had also changed.
Except for Ravenclaw's hourglass, the gems in the other three college hourglasses have completely disappeared, which means that their college points have been deducted by the professors.
Mike smiled and found a seat and sat down. Then, a large amount of food appeared in the empty plate in front of him, and the whole plate was piled high.
This scene caused the jaws of the two Gryffindor students on the side to fall in shock. There were only a few poor green beans and a dry steak on their plates.
Obviously, the house elves openly began to retaliate, and Gryffindor was the most vigorous when they destroyed the auditorium.
Mike shook his head and began to enjoy this excessively rich lunch.
But at this moment, a hand lightly patted his shoulder.
"Hey! Mike! You are finally discharged from the hospital!"
Mike turned his head to look, and saw Ron looking at himself excitedly.
His gaze fell on Mike's dinner plate again, and then his gaze became a little weird.
"Uh, your lunch is a little different from ours, it seems...too rich."
"No, this is your illusion."
"Yes...Is that so?" Ron scratched his head, turned his head and beckoned behind him, "Don't talk about this, I brought Harry and the others. Harry, Hermione, don't be embarrassed. , Come here soon."
Mike looked in the direction Ron was beckoning, and he saw Harry and Hermione watching from a little further away.
Seeing Mike found them, the two of them stopped hiding and slowly came to Mike's side.
But Mike found that their expressions were a bit cramped, and their limbs were severely stiff.
"Mike, I'm sorry, we were not able to visit you when you were hospitalized, and we didn't come to pick you up when you were discharged."
Harry rubbed his hands and said crampedly, while Hermione next to him nodded hastily.
"Actually, we can't blame us, Mike." Ron explained, "Mrs. Pomfrey forbids us to visit you, and the time of your discharge has not been announced, so...ah!"
Only halfway through Ron's words, Hermione stomped on his foot, and suddenly, what he hadn't finished speaking turned into a scream.
Mike smiled and shook his head, and said softly:
"Ron is actually right. You can't blame it, so don't take this matter to heart."
Hearing this, Ron immediately raised his head and glared at Hermione and Harry with his painful and distorted face, still muttering words like ‘Look I’m right, Mike won’t care’.
Harry and Hermione still kept their heads down, obviously, they hadn't let go.
Mike sighed and began to enjoy lunch.
He really didn’t take it to heart, but Hermione and Harry didn’t think so. They thought they were very sorry for Mai.
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Grams.
Ron, who was rubbing his feet, saw the scene suddenly become deserted and hurriedly asked:
"Mike, do you have any clues about that assassin?"
As soon as the words came out, the two Gryffindors around the group immediately stopped their movements and pricked their ears to listen carefully.
The riots of the last few days were caused by Mike trying to catch the assassin, which is undoubtedly a big mess.
When Mike heard the words, the corners of his mouth also rose. He cleared his throat and deliberately increased the volume and replied:
"It's a pity that I haven't caught the assassin yet. But I already have new ideas. I will visit Professor Slughorn after I have lunch. I believe he will definitely give me some important help. ."
Mike's voice echoed in the auditorium, and many students who were eating lunch raised their heads blankly.
And when they saw that it was Mike who was speaking, the expression on their faces became more exciting.
Mike was also secretly observing their reactions, and when he saw a few Slytherin students sneaking out of the auditorium after hearing what he said, there was a slight arc on his face.
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After lunch, Mike went to Professor Slughorn's office alone.
Just now, both Hermione and Harry expressed concern about Mike's way of telling his next plan in the public, but Mike was fearless, because this was exactly what he wanted to achieve.
At the same time, he also refused Harry and the others' request to accompany him to visit Professor Slughorn, on the grounds that too many people would be unfavorable for him to negotiate with Slughorn, which made Harry and the others All are very depressed.
Mike quickly arrived in front of Professor Slughorn’s office. Mike did not knock on the door. This was unnecessary. At this time, there was a lot of magic entangled in the door of the Potions Professor’s office, which was obviously multiple. Traces of the prohibition, so Slughorn in the office has a high probability of having discovered him.
Sure enough, the door of the office opened shortly after Mike waited, and Professor Slughorn in a checkered suit appeared at Mike's present.
Slughorn's fat face was filled with a smile as bright as the sun. He opened his hands and smiled and said:
"Merlin, look at who this is, Mike, it's great that you can see me! Come in!"
With that said, Slughorn let go of the body that completely blocked the door.
Mike nodded and entered the office blankly.
As soon as he came in, Mike smelled a delicate fragrance, which smelled like the burning smell of some kind of plant but did not choke his nose. On the contrary, it smelled refreshing.
Mike's eyes rolled back and forth in the office, finally confirming the source of the smell-a half-smoked cigar standing on Slughorn's desk.
This cigar is obviously not a common product. Most of the burnt snow white ash on it did not fall like a normal cigarette, but firmly attached to the cigarette that was still emitting a faint smoke.
"Aha! This is a Nepalese cigar. The tobacco leaves inside are planted on the snowy mountains by the Nepalese goblins." Slughorn noticed Mike's eyes and explained with a smile, "These tobacco leaves are refreshing and relieve stress. It works. I have to say that although the little fairies are a little ugly, the tobacco they grow is really good. However, because the output is too small, the prices of cigars and cigarettes made from this tobacco are very high."
After that, Slughorn came to the desk with a big belly, took the cigar and took a big sip.
As the cigarette hidden in the thick soot lit up, Slughorn's face showed an expression of enjoyment. He slowly closed his eyes, and after holding his breath for a while, the mouth was almost faded. Invisible smoke came out.
"Really enjoy!"
Mike didn't look at Slughorn's intoxicated expression, he was observing this office at the moment.
Obviously, Slughorn is a real veteran nobleman. In his office there are a large number of artworks from various countries, such as ancient porcelain from China, the fancy headdress of Incas and the weird silver ornaments of ancient Persia. Mike even found a half-opened coffin in the corner of the wall, which contained a mummy covered in yellow bandages.
But these are actually nothing. What really shocked Mike was the row of huge bookshelves behind Slughorn’s desk. In Mike’s magic perception vision, the books on them were emitting a strong white magic aura. That turned out to be all magic books!
Knowledge is wealth, this sentence is completely truth in the wizarding world, and this entire row of magic books also made Mike truly aware of how rich the Slughorn in front of him is!
"Mike, you must try this cigar. This is a rare opportunity. This year I have not been able to get the leaves of the Nepalese goblin. This is my last survival."
Mike heard the reputation, and Slughorn was taking a cigar from a wooden box and handing it to him.
Slughorn obviously didn't speak, because his expression at the moment was so painful.
Mike naturally wouldn't do what is good, he shook his head slightly and rejected the other's kindness.
Seeing Slughorn seemed to be relieved, but he was chanting hypocritical words like "It's a pity".
After Slughorn put the cigar away carefully, he looked at Mike again and said:
"Then, Mai
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K, is there anything you came to see me this time? "
"Yes, there is actually one thing I need your help, Professor."
Mike was pacing in the office and said to Slughorn with a smile.
Mike was very polite, because in his opinion Slughorn was not as stupid as it appeared.
In fact, in Mike's eyes, Slughorn was simply a model of great wisdom.
Although he looks obese, but in fact his mind is filled with wisdom and humanity.
In this turmoil, Slughorn stopped the potions class for the first time, and sealed himself in this office with so many powerful prohibitions, which made him fundamentally better than other professors. Not affected in any way.
Moreover, although he was as timid as a mouse, he was actually bold!
You must know that it was the time when Voldemort was rampant outside, but even so, he accepted Dumbledore's invitation to teach at Hogwarts.
This is the most authentic act of surrendering to the enemy. If Voldemort gains power, his fate will be very miserable!
If Mike is not surprised, Slughorn must still have some hole cards, enough to make him not afraid of Voldemort's hole cards!
This hole card may be some powerful magic item ~EbookFREE.me~ or it may be the knowledge in his brain, or it may be his extraordinary network.
But there is no doubt that Slughorn is definitely a capable person, and Mike would never despise such a person.
On the other hand, looking at Mike's smiling face, Slughorn was flattered. He trembled, and quickly said without noticing the cigar in his hand falling on the carpet.
"Oh! This is my duty as a professor! Let's talk about it, as long as it is within my power, I will definitely help you."
Slughorn was categorical, but he was drumming in his heart.
He was a little afraid that Mike would really make some unreasonable demands.
"Really?" The kindness on Mike's face grew stronger. He slowly walked towards Slughorn, and finally leaned against his ears and whispered, "Don't be nervous, Professor. I just want to know. Is there really no way to get rid of the side effects that have the potential to make people an idiot?"
Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^