The Day of the Duel at Hogwarts.

Chapter 292 Communication (please subscribe, ask monthly pass)

The arrival of Sean and Snape immediately attracted the attention of some people present. They quickly recognized Snape. After all, the famous Slytherin Snake King has an unforgettable appearance and can be recognized at a glance. , and everyone who recognized the Slytherin Snake King naturally guessed Sean's identity.

"Hello, is this Master Sean Burst?"

Shaking the hand extended by the other party, Sean smiled and said to him: "You can just call me Sean. At my age, it is somewhat inappropriate for the seniors present to call me a master."

"There is nothing inappropriate. Potions only recognize achievements and abilities. You are fully qualified to bear the title of master."

Sean turned his head to look at the person who spoke. It was a well-proportioned middle-aged man with curly black hair and brown eyes. The person who talked to Sean before, and the person who came over to talk to Sean , when they saw each other, they immediately gave way and greeted each other.

"Master Damocles."

"It's you, Master Damocles."

"I have met Master Damocles, last year you talked with my father about the solidification of potions."

"Master Damocles..."

Hearing the names these people called him, Sean knew that the middle-aged wizard who walked over was none other than Damocles Bell, the original inventor of Wolfsbane Potion!

Damocles nodded to those around him who greeted him, occasionally said a few words, and then stopped in front of Sean, he first smiled and nodded with Sean, and then reached out to shake hands with Snape Shaking hands, he said in a low voice: "Severus, as I said a long time ago, you should get in touch with other masters of potions. No one knows your abilities better than me. If you want, your status in potions is absolutely important." higher than it is now."

Snape and Damocles obviously knew each other, and they should have a good relationship. He heard what Damocles said, and said to him directly: "I still think Hogwarts is my home, and I don't intend to Fighting for power with those guys, I just have to be myself."

It was obviously not the first time Damocles had heard Snape's words, and he was not at all surprised.

Sighing slightly, Damocles stopped talking about this topic, turned to look at Sean, shook hands with Sean, and said, "I've heard about you a long time ago, if it wasn't for Severus to stop me, I might I went to see you a long time ago.

I have read your papers on improving forgetting potions and new spirit recovery potions many times, and you introduced a new way of making and processing potions. I have read many times and tried some, and it is generally successful. But I don't quite understand why I do this, and I don't understand whether these methods can continue to be used if other materials are replaced, so if there is a chance in the future, I would like to have some exchanges with you. I wonder if it is possible?
Of course, what I see the most is actually your new wolfbane potion, but let’s not talk about this issue for now, we need to find a better place to discuss it in detail. "

"Okay, no problem, I'd love to communicate with you."

"Master Sean, Master Damocles, you are the inventor and popularizer of Wolfsbane Potion respectively. Would you like to take a photo together?"

Behind the visitor was a person with a camera. Sean glanced at the badge on the other person's chest and realized that the person was a reporter from the Daily Prophet. This reporter looked gentle and polite, and his words and deeds were quite impressive. Feeling like a spring breeze, obviously the Daily Prophet also knows what kind of reporters need to be sent to the Golden Crucible Awards Ceremony, at least Rita Skeeter's kind of rumor-mongering reporter is absolutely not allowed to be sent here. Otherwise, even the Daily Prophet can't afford it.

Bullying the weak and fearing the hard is common.

Looking at each other, Sean first glanced at Damocles, then reached out and pulled Snape back who was about to leave, and said to the man with a smile: "This is my teacher, my Potions is The teacher taught me, and my thesis is also checked by the teacher. If there is no teacher, my thesis will not be so smooth, so the three of us will take a photo together."

This reporter from the Daily Prophet can be regarded as being very observant. He really didn't know Snape, but he had seen Damocles chatting with Snape before, and it was obvious that he had known him for a long time. Apparently, Damocles respected Snape quite a bit. Now that he heard what Sean said, he knew that Snape must be a low-key master of potions, so naturally he had no reason to refuse.

"Of course, please stand up three, we are going to start taking pictures."

Looking at the reporter of the Daily Prophet who was about to take pictures, Snape tugged, but found that he couldn't break free from Sean's hand, so he stood helplessly beside Sean, frowning slightly, looking at camera.

Click!

After the photos came out, the reporter of the Daily Prophet and his staff left.

They need to take enough photos, and then eventually, depending on the results of the awards ceremony, pick photos to write about.

After the photo shoot was over, Sean chatted with Snape, Damocles, and the people gathered around in a small circle.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked quite rich came to Sean's side, and said a little flatteringly: "Master Sean Burst, hello, I am Andy's father."

Andy's father?
Owner Morgan?

"Mr. Morgan, hello."

Old Morgan looked at Sean and said with a smile: "Master Sean, since two or three years ago, Andy has been mentioning you at home. He said that you are a very good friend and have always taken care of him, but he never thought about it. You have achieved such a great achievement in a blink of an eye, compared to you, Andy is really far behind."

Sean looked at old Morgan, but he sneered in his heart.

He knew very well that Andy never mentioned him at home, and even Andy never talked about his life at school with his family. As for saying that he was a good friend...

Andy is not a person who likes to talk about friendship at all, and it is even more impossible for him to talk about it at home. The old Morgan said these things to himself because he wanted to use his relationship with Andy to get closer to him.

Really a pure businessman.

Looking at old Morgan, Sean was trying to find an excuse to fool him, when the door at the back opened again, and Dumbledore and two other old wizards in purple Wizengamot robes came in from outside. Immediately attracted everyone's attention.

　Today is just one chapter, and the latest update time is getting later and later, not to mention anything else, my own body is very overwhelmed, and I have started drinking wolfberry recently...

　　Two chapters owed, plus the previous three chapters owed, adjust your body tonight, and start to update it tomorrow. Today is also the last irregular update this month. I promise, so, good night everyone.

　　
　
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