Azkaban students at Hogwarts

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Slughorn?"

Roman closed the door with his backhand and came to sit on the soft chair in front of the sofa as if there was no one else around.

Then he spread his hands as if to embrace Slughorn, his old friend.

"You said that we are half-biological friends!" he exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Slughorn shouted angrily:

"That's because you drank two large barrels of mead into my mouth!"

"The finest oak-aged mead, and that's after you sold me a vial of Felixir at an exorbitant price."

Roman put away his exaggerated expression when he came in, softly and slowly added some details to Slughorn, and then pushed the preserves gift box in front of him.

"But I gotta say, it helped a lot."

"Enough, enough, I've had enough of this," Slughorn muttered, "I've got a whole house full of it."

Roman took his hand away from the gift box noncommittally and reached into his arms to fumble around.

Soon, he took out a narrow-necked bottle containing blood-red liquid and gently removed the cork.

Slughorn didn't have to get close to smell the strong smell of blood; he retreated to the comfortable sofa in disgust, put the dragon's blood into his arms with his backhand, and covered his chest with a cushion, as if this would make Roman I can't see this bottle of dragon's blood.

"How much blood did you add in it?"

Slughorn made no secret of his disgust for the bottle. He waved his hand and said:

"As I said, you went too far on the path of potions."

Roman reached out his hand to pick up the teacup from the table and poured tea by himself.It's as if this bottle is not blood, but a cake chef's spare syrup.

"We do special things. I also want to study some love potions or scabies potions, but my opponents obviously don't like such tricks."

"what is this?"

Slughorn held his nose and looked into the bottle.

A silver ball is floating as the bottle shakes.

Its diameter is much longer than the diameter of the bottleneck, but that's not a big problem in the wizarding world, or even in the Muggle world.

"This is not the egg of a bird or snake, I can guarantee it." He concluded without hesitation.

"This is a snake egg, made of fairy silver." Roman knocked the bottle helplessly, and the silver egg shook slightly.

"A snake egg made of fairy silver?"

Slughorn looked as if someone had slapped him in the face.

The next second he jumped up from the sofa and waved his wand, causing the cushions to fly and attack Roman.

"Get out! Get out! Get out of my room!"

"I don't care what evil creature you want to create! I don't care why you want to create such a thing!"

"But now, get out of my room right now!"

As if he was tired from dancing, he sat down on the sofa and added angrily:

"I don't want to have anything to do with this."

Roman waved his grapevine wand lazily, and the cushions stopped chasing him and returned to the sofa in a particularly neat manner.

"Damn it, Merlin!"

Slughorn looked sad.

Barnabas would bet if he were here, he'd never seen Slughorn's expressions over the years as rich as tonight.

"Why does magic always favor these cunning villains!"

Roman frowned and put the wand back in his arms.

"Don't be like this, I just came to you to configure the potion in this bottle. It needs to be replaced with a new one as soon as possible."

He took out a piece of paper, which was full of dense small words, recording how this bright red potion was made.

"You can also configure this kind of thing. Why do you come to me? Do you want to drag me into the water?" Slughorn's face turned a bluish-purple color due to lack of oxygen.

"Actually, I just realized I was missing a few ingredients."

Roman began to pick and choose from the material cabinet and took out a few bottles of blood. "You see, I have prepared the main ingredients myself. I don't need to get blood from you this time."

Slughorn glanced at the small crystal bottles with some eagerness, but then withdrew his gaze and replaced it with a cold gaze, watching Roman setting up a large pot in the living room.

"By the way, do you know what I want to build?"

Roman's hands were busy, but his mouth didn't stop.

He was shocked when Flamel handed him the bottle and told him it contained Nagini.

"No matter what it is, just based on this production method, it can be inferred that it will be an illegal creature with powerful magic power." Slughorn obviously didn't want to mention it more.

There was an awkward silence in the room for a moment, and Roman suddenly looked up with a look of regret on his face.

"What have I done to deserve such ill will from you?"

He shook his head, "I thought your judgment of me was more accurate than those stuffy pharmacists in Diagon Alley."

"Our business has been very happy for a long time. Although you did not agree to help Mr. Belby develop the Wolfsbane potion, we do not accuse you of abandoning us."

"Abandoned?" Slughorn muttered angrily, "Withstanding the pressure of that group of desperadoes, making unprofitable potions for a few kind-hearted werewolves who happened to appear?"

"I have to remind you that most werewolves are friendly." Halfway through Roman's words, he seemed to feel that he had used the wrong words. "In other words, they will not actively provoke others, but will try to hide themselves."

"That's why werewolf attacks happen so easily." Slughorn shook his head.

"I thought you should at least not be someone from my hostile camp." Roman waved his wand, cleaned out the potion in the previous flask, and poured in the hot potion that had just been brewed.

The silver egg moved rapidly in the foaming potion.

"That was before I knew that you tortured and killed a werewolf and took his bones to make jewelry." Slughorn spoke, but there was not much anger in his eyes.

He watched Roman mix several bottles of blood into the pot one after another, while he was deducing the effects of the potion in his mind.

Although this kind of rough speculation cannot accurately determine the effect of the medicine, it can always be judged in a general direction.

"Do you believe their lies?"

"Of course I don't believe it!" Slughorn's expression softened a little.

He waved his wand and threw a stack of Daily Prophets in front of Roman, "But you have to give an explanation for this. The methods of your 'friends' are too straightforward, and I always feel that they are trying to avoid something."

"For three consecutive months, he has been tracking me and trying to get close to me during the full moon." Roman's voice suddenly deepened. "At that time, I didn't want to conflict with them head-on. I kept choosing to avoid them."

"Then why did you..." Slughorn patted his head, "I have never understood why you wanted to help Belby, and how could you marry Greyback's group of werewolves with your methods? In pairs.”

His words were interrupted because the glass in the living room made a clicking sound, as if something hard was tapping on it.

Slughorn looked out the empty window and didn't notice that Roman had gotten up and walked towards the window.

He opened the window and shouted into the cool night air outside:

"Rafi."

A raven emerged from the night and spat out a note from its mouth into Roman's hand.

Roman lifted Lafite onto his shoulders and patted the raven's beak gently.

Lafite leaned on his shoulder drunkenly.

"How much wine did Colt feed you?" Roman shook it helplessly. It was so suffocated during the days at Flamel's house that it could hardly stay awake for a day after it regained freedom.

God knows how much alcohol that unreliable guy Colt poured into it last time.

Merlin couldn't even guess how many air traffic accidents this little drunkard could cause.

"Does it have the blood of the Invisible Beast?" Slughorn's eyes lit up. "You want to know how many galleons a raven like this is worth?"

Lafite turned his head with hazy eyes, opened his mouth to Slughorn, and let out a powerless burp.

"I haven't finished asking the question just now." Slughorn woke up from his wine burp, "Why on earth did you..."

"Of course, I'd be happy to explain it to you, but until then—"

Roman looked at the small piece of paper.

"Please allow me to temporarily use your home as a place to entertain guests, and the visitors can also be regarded as your guests."

Roman said while looking at the clock on the wall. The second hand moved step by step, driving the minute hand to point in the direction of ten o'clock.

"In my home, at least tell me who I am?"

Slughorn watched Roman dissatisfiedly as he stood up and walked towards the door, "If it's your group of 'friends', then I'll refuse!"

"Newt Scamander's biological grandson."

This sentence blocked everything Slughorn wanted to say.

Roman listened to the footsteps outside the door and opened the door without waiting for anyone to knock.

Rolf Scamander's face appeared at the door.

"Roman, you have grown a lot taller."

"I can't compare to you." Roman stretched and got out of Slughorn's sight.

"Young Scamander." Slughorn instantly became interested in collecting outstanding students. He hurriedly stepped forward and smiled kindly at Rolf.

"The door is not the place to talk, let's come in and talk."

He turned around and wanted to lead Luo Fe through the door, but saw the bright red bottle of blood potion on the table and the snake eggs soaked in it.

"Hello, Mr. Slughorn. I have brought you your grandfather's reply." Rolf replied politely.

"Great, to be honest, he has almost disappeared during this period. I have been worried about him." Slughorn said loudly, trying to block Roman's bottle of blood and the snake eggs inside as much as possible. behind.

Rolf explained gratefully: "He was just very anxious to start a journey. For some purposes, he needed to cast complex protection and shielding magic on himself."

"Magizoologists are always like this. The places they go to are often dangerous and cannot be disturbed." Slughorn looked at the large and small packages in Rolf's hands, "But he is too polite."

"Sorry, this letter and this box of preserves are for you."

Seeing Slughorn seeing Honey's twisted face, Rolf showed an embarrassed expression.

"As for this package—"

He turned his head and looked at Roman, who was watching the show.

"Grandpa said he gave this to you as a gift in return for your notebook. He believed that in our exchange, I owed you a huge favor, and he also owed you a huge favor."

Roman took the package in confusion. He didn't think a notebook about werewolves would have any effect on Newt.

And what was involved, some things about himself, had already been torn off by his own hands.

What remains are bits and pieces of records that cannot be pieced together.

"Grandfather said that he saw a thrilling journey between the lines, and he felt that it could help him take a crucial step in his work as a werewolf." Rolf said awkwardly in Slughorn's strange eyes. With.

Roman's hands moved faster. He wanted to know what information he left behind that Newt would take so seriously.

How far behind are I compared to these old men who have become sperms?

But the package refused to be opened. He took out his wand angrily and pointed at the outer skin of the package.

"Fractured."

The cover cracked and a brand new hardcover book fell out.

This is the latest book produced by Obscurus Books.

The title of Douda is very eye-catching.

"The "Werewolf" without Fur - Old Stories of the White Wolf".

Below the title, in a prominent place on the cover, are the signatures of the two authors - Roman Heller and Newt Scamander.