"I've been waiting for more than a month for this bracelet." Slughorn complained slightly, but he quickly changed the subject. "Of course! This kind of top-notch magic item that can be used as a family heirloom can be bought with gold.
It is already a very lucky thing, especially for this kind of work of the future alchemist master when he was young. Not to mention that the situation outside is very dangerous now, and countless people need this type of self-defense props."
"Thank you for your compliment." Ryan nodded slightly. "But there is nothing I can do to keep you waiting for so long, because this kind of thing is too complicated to make, and I still have to go to school, so it is impossible to devote all my energy to it.
Spend it on this. So every month I can only make a little bit to provide to the store."
"Yes, that's true. You are still a student now, so of course I can understand." Slughorn said. "But I think I can help you. I think you are now good at potion making and can do the things I have assigned you."
Your homework is a complete waste of time. I think I can allow you to avoid doing the homework I assigned after class, so that you can provide more people with magic props to resist black magic attacks."
"Thank you very much." Ryan smiled. For him, time is never enough. It is naturally a good thing to have more free time to do his own things. So after listening to Silla
After what Ghorn said, he opened the bottle of elf fruit wine on the table, filled it with a gold cup and handed it over. "Professor, please try this wine. I got it last time I went to China."
"It tastes really good." Slughorn said after taking a sip. Then he put the golden cup in front of him and looked at it carefully. "Hey, this doesn't seem to be an ordinary cup."
"Of course not." Ryan smiled. "All the tableware here were made by me when I was practicing. Not only can it change the temperature of the liquid in the cup, but it can also detect whether the contents in the cup are poisonous."
"I once saw a similar set of tableware at the Malfoys' house. It's not as beautiful as yours, and it's not as magical as yours. But they put that thing in a glass cabinet like a treasure and just use it every day.
The house elves at home polish the cups and plates but never use them."
"That's boring." Ryan said. "All alchemy tools are made to make life more convenient. Shelving these things completely violates the original intention of their creation."
"This may be because you are an alchemist. Ordinary wizards are not like you -" Slughorn's tone revealed a hint of envy. In this world, an alchemist master is much more valuable than a potion master.
, especially now that Nick Flamel has passed away. In Slughorn's eyes, as long as Lane grows up step by step, he will definitely become a master alchemist in the future. So he is naturally envious.
In the following time, Lane and Slughorn talked about the procurement of raw materials in Diagon Alley. Together, the two began to curse some profiteers in Diagon Alley. Soon, with Lane's deliberate flattery,
Slughorn began to talk about things from his youth. At the same time, he also patted his chest and promised to help Ryan introduce some of his former students, so that Ryan could buy more high-quality and cheap things in the purchase of raw materials in the future.
At this time, the wine brought by Slughorn and the bottle of wine Ryan had placed on the table were almost finished. Elixir gave Harry a gentle push. Ryan noticed that Harry suddenly approached Hermione.
After saying something next to her, Hermione took out several square wine bottles from another dimension bag, and then stood up to fill up the glasses for Ryan and Slughorn.
After receiving the notice from Hermione using the Phoenix Brand to him, Ryan immediately pulled Professor Slughorn and started chatting about purchasing various raw materials in Knockturn Alley, which obviously attracted Slug.
Professor Horne's concentration prevented him from noticing that Hermione had changed the wine.
"Dwarf mead." Ryan took a sip and determined what Hermione was taking out. It was something made by the dwarves after they returned to the Lonely Mountain. They tried to use this thing to take away the elven mead market, so this kind of
The taste of the wine is very close to that of elven mead. The only difference is that even though this wine tastes very soft, the alcohol content is not low. Just two bottles can overturn a dwarf.
So at this time, Ryan could only use alchemy to decompose the drunk wine to avoid drinking himself. However, Slughorn, who was sitting opposite him, didn't know this. He thought this wine was the same as the sweet wine just now.
Are you drunk?
As a result, only half an hour later, Slughorn and Ryan sat shoulder to shoulder regardless of their age, and at the same time began to toast each other: to Hogwarts, to Dumbledore, and to Harry Potter.
Hermione was drinking sweet tea next to her while looking at Ryan and Slughorn with a playful look. Harry held a wine glass and pretended to drink, but he always cooperated with Ryan and persuaded Slughorn just right.
Well, drink more wine.
Not long after, Ryan successfully sold the experimental version of the bracelet Harry had to Slughorn. Slughorn took out a bracelet that contained 2,800 Galleons and was casted by the Space Expansion Curse.
The bag was handed to Ryan.
Ryan originally asked him for 2,500 Galleons, but Slughorn looked down on me if I didn't accept the 3,000 Galleons. Finally, after some talking, the two of them reached an agreement on the figure of 2,800 Galleons. After that,
Slughorn shouted "Cheers to a future master of alchemy!" He put the bracelet into his pocket and at the same time raised a glass filled with amber wine and poured it into his mouth.
After Slughorn drank the wine in his glass, he began to sing a soothing and sad song. Ryan had never heard this song anywhere else. He thought it should be a folk song by wizards.
Sure enough, after listening to the lyrics carefully, he discovered that the song was about a wizard named Odo who was dying.
"Death is always scary." Hermione said after listening to this song, "So countless people try to avoid death, pursue life and hate death. This may be an instinct of living things. Only some great people
Only those who can overcome the instinct of life and face death with their heads held high for some great reasons when necessary..."
"Yes, my parents are like that." Harry answered next to him, and then looked at Slughorn: "Do you know about this?"
"Oh," Slughorn said, suppressing a loud burp, "Oh, yes, they are really heroic, and I admire them very much. But that thing was also really - very terrible. Horrible... terrible...
..." At this point, he didn't know what to say next, so he could only reach out and pick up another glass filled with wine from the table. At the same time, he asked Harry, "I think - you don't remember, Harry?"
he asked awkwardly.
"I don't remember - I was only one year old when they died." Harry said. At this time, he saw Ryan take out a small ball made of herbs from his arms and lit it. Soon, the smoke dispersed into the whole place.
In the same room, Harry sniffed the grass-like smell that filled the air. He felt that his nerves had relaxed a lot.
"Soothing agent." Ryan mouthed to Harry, then made a fist with his right hand and made a cheering gesture.
Harry nodded to Ryan and then turned to look into Slughorn's eyes and said, "Although I couldn't remember those things because I was too young, I learned a lot when I grew up. My father died first.
Do you know?"
"Sorry, kid, I - I really don't know any of this," Slughorn said weakly.
"Yes...Voldemort killed him, then stepped over his body and walked towards my mother." Harry looked very calm at this time, even a little cold. He ignored Slug who looked at him with fear in his eyes.
Horn continued, "He told my mother to go away. Voldemort told me that she could have survived. He only wanted to kill me. She could have escaped."
"Oh, dear," said Slughorn softly, "she could have...she wouldn't have...it's terrible..."
"Yes." Ryan saw Harry approaching Slughorn, and then said in an almost whispering voice. "But she didn't. She begged Voldemort and prayed that I could survive. But he just laughed...
…”
"That's enough!" Slughorn suddenly cried, raising his trembling hands, "Really, dear boy, that's enough... I'm an old man... I don't need to hear it... and I don't want to hear it..."
"You seem to have told me that my mother was once one of your most proud disciples, right?" Harry changed the subject and asked this question under the guidance of the small sip of Felixir.
"Of course, of course it is." Slughorn fell into memories with the help of alcohol and soothing agents. "Whoever has met Lily would hate her? She is so brave... so brave
Lively... But in the end, ah, the most terrible thing happened..."
"So I hope you can help, help the son of your favorite protégé." Harry finally revealed his goal tonight.