"Oh, hello, kids. I'm Elder Walpole, a writer. As you may know, my last work got a lot of attention... in fact, it was called Blood Brothers: I'm "Life among Vampires" is a story about vampires written from my own perspective... "
To the other party's "Maybe you know", Harry just wanted to reply "I don't know". Of course, as age brought him sophistication, he also understood that it was always bad to be so straightforward.
However, the little Mr. Worple pushed up the small round spectacles on his nose. His face still looked tired, but his energy was quite good, and he continued to speak without pause.
"...Yes, in fact, the book mainly talks about Xueni, and he is the protagonist of my work. I only planned to write some more daily things at first, but who knew that Xueni's life is quite interesting, I started His plainness unearthed many thought-provoking places... "
Just as he was speaking, Worple turned his head and was about to introduce his good friend, the vampire Xueni, when he saw that the guy with dark circles had already been attracted by a group of female students.
"Xue Ni, don't move!"
Seeing the hungry gleam in the vampire's eyes and almost standing up, Walpole immediately reached out and gave him a tug.
"Don't you want to apply to join the Vampire Tolerance Association? Then be patient, otherwise I won't be able to recommend it for you..."
He whispered, and when he saw a house elf passing by holding a silver tray, he picked up a piece of fire crab conch burrito and stuffed it into Xueni's hand.
"Here, let's eat a burrito first to satisfy our hunger."
When Slughorn, who was standing aside, looked towards Bloody with interest, Walpole turned back to Hermione and the others and continued:
"Where did you just say it? Oh, forget it, actually I have another question to ask... Professor Slughorn said, are you familiar with that Mr. MacLean?"
Since this was a question, Walpole's talk finally came to a halt, causing Harry to secretly breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that one day he would get tired of listening to people talk.
"Yes, we are all friends with Maka..."
But after Hermione heard it, she immediately interrupted him.
"Ah, I think you can't actually say that -" she interjected, "You must know something about Professor MacLean's experience, Mr. Worple, that's why you are interested in him. But I believe you can also understand, like His wonderful life, how could ordinary people like us leave too many traces in it?"
"So, it's a pity... We were classmates before, and now we have a teacher-student relationship with him. Other than that... "
Hermione didn't finish her sentence, but she said all she needed to say. Obviously, she has never had a good impression of these guys holding pens, and sometimes it is better to keep a good distance as much as possible.
"Oh, is that so?" Walple suddenly sighed, "Actually, I want to write an autobiography for Mr. MacLean so far... An outstanding young wizard like him has three stages in his life and three books. It’s never too much to be self-revealing.”
Halfway through his words, he shook his head sadly.
"And now, two generations of Dark Lords have fallen in his hands. This is the best time to record the first stage of his life! A writer like me, who is neither above nor below, must be qualified to write the latter two parts. If you can't get it, only this first one will..."
At this moment, Slughorn, who had just been observing the vampire's interest in the burrito, suddenly came over again and reached out to pat Walple's shoulder kindly.
"Don't worry! McClain has replied to me this time. He will be here soon... Then, you can go and talk to him face to face!" The fat old man said happily, "As long as you tell the truth like just now, then you can Plus if I say a few nice words for you, I think he might still give this opportunity to you!"
Even Slughorn, who always wanted to exaggerate, did not dare to give a guarantee on this matter. Instead, he used the word "possibly" to leave himself a way out, which shows that he is really sure. There isn't much.
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Let's talk about it when McClain comes!"
The old man waved his hand, putting the topic aside for the time being, and then put his hand into the inner pocket of his coat.
"Walple, and Mr. Bloody—has the effect worn off? Are you starting to feel sleepy?"
As he spoke, he took out his hand and pulled out a palm-sized dark potion bottle, and then looked at the two of them expectantly.
"Oh, yes," Walple rubbed his eyes and yawned, "I didn't feel it just now, but now that you said that, I feel a little tired..."
The Mr. Vampire sitting not far away heard this and nodded. Then he put the last bite of burrito dough into his mouth and chewed it absently.
"Yeah?"
Seeing this, Slughorn took out a pocket watch from his chest, and the watch cover opened with a crisp "ding" sound.
"Well, fifteen minutes... about as expected."
After that, he pulled out the cork of the potion bottle, poured out some irregular granular white powder, and handed it to Walpole.
"Want some more?"
"certainly!"
Walple immediately swept the broken particles into the palm of his hand, then raised his head and smacked them all into his mouth.
It only takes about three or four seconds!
His eyes suddenly widened a lot, and the fatigue on his face suddenly disappeared. The slightly rosy look on his cheeks made people intuitively feel what it meant to be "energetic."
"Huh -" Walple said with great energy, "This feeling is really great! As expected of Professor Slughorn, this effect is many times more powerful than any refreshing drug, and it can also It makes people feel an unprecedented sense of happiness!”
The fat old man Slughorn gave Walpole first, and then the vampire Bloody a little too. When he turned to Harry and the others...
"Would you like to try it too? I'm sure it will make you have more fun at this dance."
However, just when Harry and the others looked hesitant and Slughorn was eager to give it a try, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side.
"Show me."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked over.
"Maka?"
They saw that Maka, who suddenly appeared from beside everyone, did not speak, but just put the potion bottle under her nose and sniffed lightly.
"Professor Slughorn, don't tell me... this is your great idea?"
"Uh, right? What's wrong?"
Slughorn looked at Maka and asked in confusion.
Maka weighed the medicine bottle in her hand and waved helplessly:
"Well... Professor Slughorn, let's talk in another place!"
So, while Harry and the others were looking confused, Maka and the old man walked to the other corner together. Immediately afterwards, Maka raised her hand and shook the potion bottle in her hand, with a hint of confusion on her expression.
"Professor, isn't this sleeping grass already gone on the market? Where did you get it?"
Maka remembered that he had learned about this magical plant from some documents hundreds of years ago. It was said that it could take away other people's sleep and accumulate it.
But Maka still remembered that this thing was originally very rare and had no great use. Therefore, no wizard ever thought of planting and cultivating it, and before he knew it, no one saw it anymore.
"This was given to me by one of my students. She works at the Irish Herbal Medicine Planting Base... In fact, I just mentioned it in my reply, but I didn't expect that child..."
Talking about this matter naturally scratched Slughorn's itch again. When describing the process of obtaining the Sleeping Grass, he seemed slightly proud.
"Oh, is it?"
Maka was also a little helpless about this point of the old man, but he quickly ignored the slight showoff mentality in the other person's words, and corrected Slughorn when he was about to change the topic.
"But I think you, Professor, should also understand that the improvement effect of this thing is just to save sleep, right? Do you want everyone to sleep to death afterwards?"
"Oh, the flaws are not to be outweighed by the flaws!" Slughorn waved his hand and said, "We still have a whole day of rest tomorrow! Wouldn't it be better to switch the time to today? What's more, I also added some more... "
"The juice of the Chevron flower can make people happy," Maka immediately took over the topic, "That's what I was about to say! Because I have used it to prepare some things before, so I don't think it can be used frequently. … It makes the person who takes it less and less sensitive to pleasurable things.”
At the end of his speech, he shook his hand and said:
"Anyway, you'd better have another idea - there will be other guests by then. If you use this thing, I'm worried that they will come together to protest against our poisoning!"
Maka had just finished speaking, and before she even finished her words, she heard a small commotion suddenly coming from behind her.
"You... yes! It's you... your life will be shrouded in misfortune, and danger is constantly trying to get closer to you... "
He and Slughorn turned their heads together, and soon found the source of the commotion from everyone's sight - it turned out that Professor Trelawney was giving prophecies to people.
Listening to the voice of the divination class professor, Maka knew that this woman was fooling people again. After all, he had witnessed Trelawney's true prophecy with his own eyes, and the voice that sounded both male and female but neither male nor female was quite unique.
"Professor Slughorn," he couldn't help but sigh as he watched an outside wizard being frightened by the strange prophecy, "I just thought... your dance party was really 'lively'. "