To become a top master in a magic field, one's own efforts are of course essential, but the real decisive factor is talent.
Just like mathematics... for most people, learning advanced mathematics is difficult. No matter how hard they work, they can't touch the most profound fields.
Therefore, as one of the few potion masters in the magic world, Slughorn's talent in potions is undoubted. Not to mention the historical level, he is definitely one of the best in the contemporary era.
Rove had experienced Snape's talent for potions before. Those complicated and delicate steps for brewing potions. With just one glance, he could understand the secrets and draw inferences...
He still remembers that wonderful feeling!
Therefore, when he saw that the reward in the system was Slughorn's potion talent, Rove was immediately overjoyed.
However, when the young man saw clearly the disease that needed treatment, his fiery heart instantly calmed down.
Diabetes... is a terminal disease in both the Muggle world and the wizarding world. It can only be controlled at best, but cannot be completely cured.
Isn’t this reward just a dream but elusive?!
With a deep sense of disappointment, Rove quickly walked through the porch and came to the living room.
Horace and Niles followed him into the living room, and saw a girl in an apricot-yellow robe from a distance, walking towards her with light steps.
The girl has an extremely beautiful face, a pair of burgundy eyes, as bright as red jade, her long hair is tied up with a silver hair rope, and her braid is rolled around her slender snow-white neck like a ponytail, like a clear water hibiscus, which makes people forget the world at first sight.
Both her appearance and temperament are stunning to the extreme. Such a witch...even Horace, who is over a hundred years old, has never seen her before.
He looked at Luo Fe and asked: "Who is this?"
"Shirley Swinton." Rolf smiled: "She is a student of Ravenclaw House."
Shirley walked up to Luo Fu and stood side by side with him. Then she opened her mouth slightly and said:
"Mr. Slughorn, Miss Slughorn... hello."
"Hello, child." Horace looked at Shirley. While marveling at her beauty, he also guessed about her relationship with Rolf, and asked at the same time:
"How is your dean's health?"
"Very good." Shirley smiled and said, "Professor Flitwick is in good health and looks good."
"That's good!" Horace nodded: "When I was still the Potions Professor at Hogwarts, I had the best relationship with Professor Flitwick."
Nailishi looked at the charming girl with ponytail and suddenly asked:
"You are the Hogwarts student who won the Triwizard Tournament, right?"
Everyone turned to look at Nelisi. She stuck out her tongue playfully and explained:
"I saw an article in the New York Ghost a few days ago, which reported this incident, but there were no photos, so I'm a little unsure..."
Shirley suddenly realized that the article must have been written by Margery. She had consulted her before, but Shirley did not refuse, but only asked her not to post her photos.
"It's me." The girl with the ponytail said.
Nailishi stared at Shirley, two dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks, and said:
"To be able to win the championship in a competition between three magic schools... you are so awesome."
Hearing this, Horace's eyes also lit up. He likes to make friends with genius wizards the most. Students who can win the Triwizard Tournament are undoubtedly geniuses.
This trip was really worth it...I never expected to meet two such students at once!
"I'm just lucky." Shirley smiled lightly and said:
"Rolf should have been the champion, but he went to Westminster Abbey to stop Voldemort and gave up the game, so I missed it."
Hearing Voldemort's name, Horace couldn't help but shudder, and was completely speechless:
Rolf is like this, the girl in front of him is like this, and his great-granddaughter... they all talk about Voldemort. These young people really have no respect for the Dark Lord!
"Oh... By the way, let me introduce you two." Horace said, "This is my great-granddaughter—Nerys Slughorn—who is the same age as you, but is an ephemeral magician.
A student of the Ni Magic School.”
Nelisi nodded slightly, handed over a box of exquisitely packaged pineapple preserves and a large box of sizzling honey candies, and said with a smile: "This is a gift..."
"It's also to express my apology." Horace continued: "There may have been some misunderstandings when we were at the port."
"That's not a big deal, Mr. Slughorn, forget about it." Rolf smiled.
Seeing that the young man opened the gift in an understatement and accepted the gift, Horace was immediately relieved. He suddenly saw several small bottles in Shirley's hand and said curiously:
"What's this?"
"The blind box of potions we bought in Diagon Alley before." Rolf smiled and said: "You are a potion master. Can you help test the ingredients of these potions?"
"It's simple." Horace nodded in agreement, and Niles walked over quickly and took the small bottles from Shirley's hands.
Horace asked again: "Where are you going on this trip?"
"Iceland." Rolf replied.
"Oh, what a coincidence, we are also going to Iceland." Horace smiled happily:
"The Quidditch European Cup qualifiers—England vs. Iceland—will start this week."
"My former student Gwenog Jones - who you will have heard of - is now a famous batsman for the Holyhead Harpies - gave me a ticket to the top box and invited me to see Iceland.
Contest."
After showing off, Horace asked: "You are also going to watch the game, right?"
"No, we were invited to attend the International Federation of Wizards Conference." Rove said.
Horace became curious, lowered his voice and inquired: "Are you discussing about Death Eaters and mysterious people?"
"There may be issues in this area," Rove said, "and part of it should be about the Saints."
When the old man heard the word saint, he was so excited just now that he suddenly fell silent. After a while, he licked his lips and said hoarsely:
"Rolf, the Saints organization has a long history and is extremely scary. I advise you...it's best not to provoke them."
Luofu raised his eyebrows and said, "You seem familiar with the Saints?"
"No... not familiar." Slughorn shook his head quickly. He fumbled in his breast pocket for a while, pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his sweating forehead and said:
"It's just that I'm older and I've heard many terrible rumors about this organization."
The old man seemed not to want to mention the saints any more, so he abruptly changed the subject:
"Are you two free tonight? I'm hosting a banquet in room D6 tonight. Can you two please come and have dinner together?"
"It's no problem." Luofu agreed.
Horace successfully invited Rolf and Shirley, and left in a hurry with Nellie.
After they left, Shirley whispered:
"This Mr. Horace Slughorn should have more than just heard about saints...that's it."
"Yes." Luofu muttered:
"Maybe he, like Mr. Grigovitch, was once a member of the Saints, and maybe he has a very high rank."