days at Hogwarts

Chapter 644 So similar
"Golden in color, shining brightly... this is the best quality elixir!"

"We are in luck. This is the night with the fullest moon in the year..."

"According to last Christmas's prices, a small bottle like this is worth at least 500 Galleons. There are 12 bottles here in total! Merlin, be my friend!"

"..."

Slughorn was happily packaging the Felicis Potion. The flowing golden light was poured into glass bottles. The glass was crystal clear and the liquid was shining. Anyone could tell that it was a valuable thing!
After packing, Slughorn began to worry again: how to distribute it?
Fire ash snake eggs, wasabi, onion heads...all the materials for the Fuling potion were prepared by myself, as were the crucibles, glass bottles and other equipment. I also completed the previous steps by myself. On the surface, it seemed that I had paid a lot.

But he knew very well that this pot of high-quality Fuling potion could be successfully produced thanks to this student, who shortened the time and reduced the difficulty of boiling the potion... Compared with the precious Sand of Time, those materials are not worth mentioning at all.

The packaged glass bottles are neatly arranged, and the brilliant golden light sways gently, like a row of neat candles.

Loren waited quietly by the side, smiling, gentle and polite.

"Have I ever told you that you look a lot like a student I once taught..."

"No, sir."

"..."

Slughorn looked at him for several seconds, then reached out to adjust the glass bottle of Felix Felicis. His slightly plump face was full of sorrow, and his tone was full of reluctance: "I know that many students think I am snobbish, but don't worry, Loren. I am already old enough and won't be so shameless as to take advantage of you..."

"The professor is not a bad person."

“He’s not a completely good person either.”

Slughorn laughed twice and pushed eight bottles of Felicis over. The hard bottom of the glass made a heavy sound when it slid across the wooden table. "Come on, kid, you deserve this!"

Loren smiled and shook his head, and only put away six of the bottles: "Professor, I think these are enough."

Slughorn looked at the two remaining bottles and gave Loren a long look.

Black hair, dark eyes, handsome features, fair complexion, no arrogance or aggression in his appearance, he looks polite and quiet, has shown extraordinary talent in many subjects, is restrained and polite...

It's not just about appearance, but also about how you get along with people.

With outstanding talent, excellent grades, mature thinking, a sense of humor and leadership, this student's qualities are so distinct that they simply shine.

He had sensed it when he first came into contact with Loren last semester. People like the savior Potter, the know-it-all Granger, and even the temporarily down-and-out Malfoy and Nott, more or less expressed their impatience with his gatherings. Although they might excel in some aspect, their shortcomings were equally obvious.

This student was completely different from his peers. He might not like his own banquets, but he always showed great interest in the food. Slughorn tentatively threw the topic to him, and he could pick it up effortlessly and pass it on to others in a humorous way.

In private conversations, every professor in the school had a good impression of him, the serious Minerva, the gentle Filius, and even the alcoholic divination professor...

Looks like it, really looks like it...

Slughorn couldn't understand why such a person was not a Slytherin, but a Gryffindor?
The Sorting Hat seems to be getting senile.

After half a year of getting along, Slughorn also discovered some differences between him and Tom.

For example, Loren would slack off on his classwork, tease and make fun of others, prepare Easter eggs for the lowly elves at Easter, chat and get along with the crude half-giants, sometimes behave like a typical Gryffindor, and he even fell in love.

“You’re really great!”

"Thank you for your compliment." "Hiss..."

Slughorn took a breath of cold air. It was this tone of voice, this perfect arc of smile. It looked humble and polite, but it made people feel scared and uneasy.

"Okay..." Slughorn accepted it with mixed feelings, found a place to sit down, refilled the tea, and reminded, "I can't help with other things, but I have something to tell you about the Felicis.

"Every book on potions will solemnly state when introducing Felicis that overdose can cause serious side effects, including but not limited to dizziness, cognitive dissonance, mood swings, hallucinations, and megalomania...

"The more serious problem is that long-term and excessive use of Felixir can lead to addiction."

"Addicted?" Loren was a little surprised. This was the first time he heard of it.

"Yes, it's the kind of addiction you think it is, similar to Muggle drugs." Slughorn said solemnly, "After drinking the Felicis Felix, a person can be very lucky within twelve hours. This kind of good luck that actually happens can make you happy all day long. When you adapt to this state and return to normal life, you will feel lost and depressed, and unconsciously want to continue using the Felicis Felix."

"So that's how it is..." Loren looked thoughtful.

"I suggest you resell the Felicis Potion or store it in the vault of Gringotts until you use it when it is truly important."

"I understand, Professor."

Loren left the Potions Professor's office thinking.

……

Saturday, library.

Loren was reading various books about the Felicis foetida, while Hermione was doing her homework on translating ancient runes.

Hermione, who was sitting by the window, had a focused look on her face. She held a white feather pen in her hand and buried her head in writing. Occasionally, she reached out to flip through the textbook beside her. When she encountered a difficult question, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her long eyelashes gently trembled. The sunlight from the window shone on the book, illuminating her fair face, making her nose look particularly delicate, and her lips looked beautiful when pursed together.

They are really a pleasing couple.

Da da……

With extremely light footsteps, Madam Pince's footsteps approached.

Loren and Hermione immediately noticed the sound, looked away from their books, and looked over with puzzled eyes.

The administrator leaned over and whispered softly into the little witch's ear.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Madam Pince..."

Hermione thanked him quietly, then gave Loren a look and left the library with light steps.

Loren's eyes fell on the open books and the open ink bottle. The papers and pens on the table were not put away, which proved that she would be back soon. It was not a big deal. Maybe it was Parvati or Lavender looking for her.

After reading about Zygmunt Budge's school life, Loren looked up again and saw Hermione coming in with two small glass bottles in her hand with a blank expression.

A bottle in each hand, full of brilliance.

(End of this chapter)