Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Chapter 583 Slughorn's Gathering

Chapter 579 Slughorn's Gathering

The party in Slughorn was boring.

This is true for Hermione, and it is also true for those who are not good at socializing.

However, such people are very rare.

Hermione looked around at the students who were whispering and laughing heartily with considerable annoyance.

An uneasy feeling involuntarily rose in my heart.

Fortunately, it's alright.

No one bothered her.

Ever since she showed herself at that Christmas party, many young wizards have tried to strike up a conversation with her.

She rejected them all with a cold expression.

This approach was effective, but even more effective was that she told Professor Phillips.

Many people then stop trying to make themselves uncomfortable.

Hermione's task tonight is simple:

All you need to do is ensure that Professor Slughorn hasn't left when Harry arrives at the banquet.

Since there is no effective means of notification, this is the only method that can be used.

No?

but-

All of this seems to be progressing poorly.

Harry still hadn't arrived by the time Slughorn announced the banquet.

This shows that—

She needs to stall Professor Slughorn.

"Professor Slughorn, I have a question for you."

Slughorn reached for the wine on the table with his chubby hands, preparing to pour himself a glass.

Hermione instinctively felt she had to keep the conversation from getting too boring, given her limited time and Professor Slughorn's equally easily distracted attention.

"Professor, you mentioned Felix Felicis before—I used it."

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Slughorn's eyes lit up.

"Did you use Felix Felicis? How do you feel? Was it a wonderful day for you?"

—"

Hermione's face suddenly turned red—she regretted bringing up the topic.

But even so.

One question still lingered in her mind.

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The conversation did not last long.

Harry arrived quickly, and Hermione ended the awkward conversation.

"How is it?"

"all the best."

Harry patted his pockets and said with a relieved look on his face.

"It took me quite a while to find it. By the way—" he asked, somewhat puzzled, "what did you talk to him about? He seemed very surprised."

Hermione thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"It's nothing."

The process of using Felix Felicis went even more smoothly than Harry had anticipated.

With the help of Felix Felicis, Slughorn handed over the memories of the Horcruxes to him.

He didn't even realize he had lost a bottle of Felix Felicis.

This Felix Felicis directly helped Harry solve two problems.

That was a huge help.

When Dumbledore heard that Harry had obtained that part of the memory, he wrote to Harry.

They agreed to meet Harry.

Because it was inconvenient for Dumbledore to return to Hogwarts in his own name.

The two agreed to meet at Blake's old house on the weekend.

"Long time no see, Harry."

"Long time no see, Professor."

Without much small talk or conversation, Dumbledore placed the prepared Pensieve between the two of them.

Harry obediently leaned closer to the Pensieve.

He fell into the darkness again, landing in Slughorn's office from years ago.

Slughorn was still young at the time. He sat in a comfortable winged armchair with his feet casually resting on a large velvet cushion. He held a small glass of wine in one hand and picked through a box of pineapple preserves in the other.

Six or seven boys in their teens sat around Slughorn, including Tom Riddle.

"Sir, is Professor Miles planning to retire?"

"Tom, Tom, I know, but I can't tell you."

Slughorn shook his finger reproachfully, but then blinked.

"I must say, I'd like to know where you heard that, son. You know more than most teachers."

Riddle smiled slightly, and the other boys laughed along with him, casting admiring glances at him.

"You little rascal, you know everything, and you even know how to cleverly please important people—by the way, thanks for the pineapple, you guessed right, it's my favorite."

The boys chuckled.

I bet you'll be Minister for Magic within twenty years. And if you keep sending me pineapple preserves every now and then, you might even get it in fifteen. I have some connections in the ministry.”

The other boys laughed again, and Tom Riddle maintained that subtle smile. Harry noticed that although he wasn't the oldest among them, they all seemed to regard him as their leader.

"I'm not sure if politics is a good fit for me, sir," Tom Riddell said calmly as the laughter subsided. "First of all, I have no connections."

The two boys next to them exchanged a smile.

"What background?" Slughorn said cheerfully. "With your talent, there's no doubt you come from a respectable wizarding family, that much is clear. Tom, you have a bright future ahead of you, I've never misjudged a student."

The small golden clock on Slughorn's desk rang, breaking the silence in the air.

"Good heavens, is it already time? Let's go, kids—or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, your paper is due tomorrow, or you're in solitary confinement. You too, Avery."

The boys left one by one, and Slughorn got up from his chair, holding an empty cup, and walked to the table. The noise behind him made him turn around and find Riddle still standing there.

"Hurry up, Tom, you don't want to get caught out out at night, do you? You're a supervising student—"

"Sir, I have a question for you."

"Then ask quickly, child, ask quickly—"

"Sir, I would like to ask if you know about Horcruxes."

Slughorn froze, his chubby fingers idly stroking the stem of the glass.

"A topic on Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

This scene felt somewhat familiar to Harry.

Where exactly had he seen this scene before? He racked his brains, and it seemed he finally remembered.

That day.

Hermione helped him hold off Slughorn.

Slughorn was talking to Hermione with the same expression, demeanor, and actions.