It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 33 Private Conversation
After Professor McGonagall and the three of them left, Slughorn waved over to the bar owner, Ms. Rosmerta.

"Two steaks, it would be even better if you have roasted elbows."

Ms. Rosmerta, who still has her charm, said with a smile.

"It just so happens that I can do it at noon today."

Slughorn looked very happy.

"That's really good, remember to use two extra coats of honey, I love the smell."

He likes to eat meat and is also addicted to sweets, no wonder he grows so fat.

After ordering lunch at noon, they didn't drink any more, but ordered two glasses of butter beer, a drink that students often drink.

Only two people were left at the wine table, and the atmosphere gradually cooled down.

Sherlock leaned back in the chair, crossed his hands on his stomach, and waited quietly for Slughorn to speak first.

He could tell that the person who asked him out this time was actually the fat old man in front of him, and Professor McGonagall was just acting as a mouthpiece.

After Professor McGonagall and the others left, Slughorn's smile gradually faded, and his face gradually became gloomy.

It was only at this time that he seemed to let go of all his concealment, and only revealed his true temperament to Sherlock.

"To be honest, Sherlock, Minerva and the others don't want me to mention your mother in front of you."

He held a big glass of butter beer in front of him, but he didn't intend to drink it. Instead, he turned his head silently to look at the drowsy sky that was still raining outside the window, and said coldly.

"I know what they are worried about. After Sally became like that, she really doesn't look like a mother. They hope you will never remember this memory. I even suspect that after I left, they eliminated—— "

Having said that, his voice suddenly stopped.

Slughorn put down his wine glass, closed his eyes with a painful expression, and leaned back in the chair.

Sherlock has no words all the time, he is thinking about what Slughorn said, and the second half of the sentence that he didn't say is so thought-provoking.

"Sorry, I seem to have drunk a little too much. Don't take what you said just now to heart. McGonagall and Dumbledore are the best people in the world who treat you right now. You can trust them completely and unconditionally."

Slughorn seemed to have reorganized his emotions, sat up straight from the chair, and laughed at himself.

"Of course, I have no reason to say such things now, after all, you have no trust in me at all."

"I still remember the last time I saw you at the funeral 17 years ago, you hid in the corner, holding the toy wand your mother gave you on your first birthday, sitting alone on the ground with your knees in a daze. "

"When I found you, I could already guess the future of you at the first sight of you, and you will become what you are now."

"Being the head of Slytherin at Hogwarts for so long, I have seen countless students, and I know what kind of experience will make people what they are. But I can't help it, I'm just a weak and weak The old man, like a lost dog, can only find a place to hide secretly and escape everything I have committed."

Sherlock frowned when he heard what he said.

He remembered that there was no mention of his family in the diary of the original owner, even though there was a portrait of his lunatic mother hanging in his study, even though his Muggle father was still alive, and even sent someone to persuade him to inherit himself family business.

But whether it is life in Hogwarts, or entering the magical society after graduating from Hogwarts, there is nothing in the diary.

It was as if the original owner had no feelings for his parents, no trace of affection left behind.

Slughorn's words seemed to reveal his true feelings, and it could be heard that he had a very good relationship with the original owner's mother, and he really treated Sherlock as a close junior.

The original owner was left alone before, as if he was afraid of something and wanted to hide it desperately.

"What did my mother go through?"

After the steak was served, Sherlock asked softly.

This was the first time he spoke to Slughorn on his own initiative, but the other party did not give him a satisfactory answer.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock, but I can't tell you." Slughorn shook his head, "We had an agreement, and even cast a loyalty spell, to bury this secret forever, unless Dumbledore felt When the time is right, he will tell you these things in another way."

Sherlock was silent in his heart.

So he hates dealing with these older wizards the most. Whenever there is something, he will play with riddlers here, and sometimes even won't tell you what the riddle is.

"Then why did you come to find me?"

"I want to remind you, Sherlock." Slughorn's face was extremely serious, and he stared closely into Sherlock's eyes, "Hogwarts is dangerous, very dangerous, especially with Dumbledore and When the boy was there at the same time."

He took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, and there was some shimmering golden liquid flowing slowly in it.

Slughorn put the vial in front of Sherlock.

"The only help I can give you is this. Felix Elixir, a potion that can temporarily make people lucky. You'd better keep it with you. It may help you a little at critical times." busy."

"Don't think it's too little. The effect of Felicia is very strong, but you can't drink a lot in a row, otherwise it will not only not bring you good luck, but will cause serious problems. I have only used it twice at my age. , these are given to you as a one-time dosage.”

Sherlock looked at the bottle of potion that, just looking at it, made it feel like a work of art.

If it can really make people good luck, then this potion is really strong.

Slughorn went on.

"I don't know why Dumbledore agreed to your application for admission. Maybe he didn't think that person's resentment for this position was that strong back then, but I still think it's very risky."

Hearing this, Sherlock was obviously surprised, and he asked quietly.

"You mean the mysterious man's curse on the defense professor? Does it really exist?"

"It exists, but it's not a curse." Slughorn said seriously, "You yourself are Sherlock, a master of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you should be able to understand the difference between a black curse and black magic, a curse, a poisonous curse , Curse, these are the three danger levels of the black curse, the curse is the most dangerous and taboo, and the three unforgivable curses are all curses."

"But when that person resented the professorship of the defense class, his strength was not that strong, so what was entangled in this position was just a poisonous curse, but this poisonous curse was very biased, and even Dumbledore didn't know it. What the hell is it, and there's no way to unravel it."

"However, what I'm sure of is that as long as you don't have ulterior motives in your position, you won't be affected by the effect of the poisonous curse. It is estimated that Dumbledore agreed to your application for this reason."

"But no matter what, as long as you are still in this castle for a day, you still have to be extremely careful. Hogwarts has never been the safest place in the wizarding world. Even with Dumbledore, it is safer than all other places." Danger!"

"Finally, I hope you believe my words, Sherlock."

Slughorn stared him in the eye.

"Don't resent your father. He didn't take the initiative to abandon your mother and son. Don't hate him. He is actually the most pitiful person."

After finishing this sentence, he didn't talk about other things with Sherlock.

After eating the steak and the roasted elbow brushed with three layers of honey, Slughorn left Hogsmeade in a hurry, and no one knew where he went.

After he left, Sherlock didn't leave immediately, but quietly looked at the remaining one-third of the butterbeer in the glass, recalling word by word what Slughorn had just said to him.

Through this meeting, he can be sure that this fat old man is not an ordinary character in the original work.

And the background of the original owner is much more complicated than he imagined.

　The classification of the Black Curse is taken from the Harry Potter Wikipedia, which should be official.

　　As for the curse taught in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it is said in a Zhihu article.It seems that the word in the original text does not mean "curse", but "poisonous curse", adding the setting of the black curse, this is my little guess.

　　As for the life experience of the main character, I can only say that it is a deep foreshadowing. Anyone who has read The Big Problem knows that I like to lay down clues on the life experience, and this book is no exception.

　　As for whether the original owner is the product of the love potion like Tom, do you guess?乁(˙ω˙乁)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)