HP Shavings Wizard

Alison raised her eyelids slightly and was acutely aware of Professor Slughorn's thoughts.

This old walrus often doesn't hide his emotions. He has a feeling that he has been spoiled since he was a child, and his life has been smooth sailing with almost no twists and turns. Perhaps the biggest twist in his life was the relationship that was deceived by Senior Riddle...

The red-haired little wizard had a lively and active mind. He soon came up with a plan and decided to do something.

Having already brewed the sobering potion, she simply used her wand to stir the small pot of felicity potion on the podium, completing the high-level potion that would have taken half a year to brew.

There was another round of exclamations in the classroom - the innocent little animals were very good in this regard and provided enough emotional value.

Professor Slughorn came closer and also looked at the pot of Felicis with surprise.

It saved me half a year of effort!

Even though he was the one who brewed the high-level magic potion, he still had to keep it in mind all the time and put in a lot of thought during the past six months.

He leaned in to examine it carefully, and after making sure there was no problem, he carefully put it into a crystal bottle.

Then, he walked up to Alison and generously handed her the bottle of Felicis.

Alison took it, but there was a hint of undisguised surprise on her face.

Her original goal was to stir up trouble, but it was nice to have an unexpected gain...

Professor Slughorn is a difficult character to dislike indeed - especially when the object of his attentions is you.

That equal, gentle, and enthusiastic attitude, as well as his liveliness, humor, generosity, and cleverness...

Professor Slughorn looked at her with a smile: "This is the Felicity Potion you brewed, so of course it should belong to you."

Alison blinked but didn't refuse.

It was given by the new dean, and it would be impolite to refuse it, although she didn't need it...

In interpersonal communication, what is needed is not to reject good intentions, but to give and take...

She retrieved a new potion from her pocket.

It is the ultimate magic potion that came from a previous game world and does not exist in this world.

Professor Slughorn, who received the return gift, was also surprised. He took the bottle of strange potion and identified it carefully.

The potion was a clear, transparent emerald green in color, and emitted a faint fragrance.

But the biggest problem was that he, the master of potions, couldn't even recognize it!

If it was a rare, lost one, he should have at least heard of it or read related records...

But now, all the knowledge in his head really didn't match the potion in front of him...

Professor Slughorn stared at the bottle of potion, cast several detection spells, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

Alison whispered good-naturedly.

"This is called the Ultimate Potion. It can increase the power of spells for a certain period of time... I got this incomplete recipe by accident. It's made with leech juice and spider fangs. But I don't know the specific steps of making this potion. My method of making it doesn't require any steps."

As he listened to the story, the old walrus' eyes gradually became hotter as he looked at the bottle of ultimate magic potion.

This recipe is an absolute treasure!

If he could figure out the specific method of brewing this ultimate potion, then...

Professor Slughorn felt his heart pounding, and he could hardly control the excitement and excitement surging in his heart.

Alison lazily shook the Felicis in her hand, smiled cunningly, and began to make up stories for the new dean.

"That bottle of Ultimate Potion is a return gift for the Felicity Potion. I hope you can research something interesting, like a way to permanently increase the power of spells."

This capitalist skill was truly innate. Alison once suspected that one day she would be hung on the top of a tower by her father's subordinates.

But then again, how could she learn this skill without any teacher?

It must be genetic!

The black saint like her father and the orator like her daddy are both masters of the art of making empty promises.

The cost of drawing the pie is infinitely close to zero, but when Professor Slughorn tasted such a delicious pie for the first time, he suddenly felt his blood boiling!

It’s like I’ve returned to my youth and become the high-spirited, passionate and motivated person I was back then!

Who hasn't been young once, right?

Feeling that he was highly expected and shouldered a heavy responsibility, he took a deep breath, tried to calm his heart that was about to jump out of his throat with excitement, then raised his head and looked at Alison solemnly.

"Alison, don't worry! I will work hard to research the specific method of brewing this ultimate potion!"

Alison was silent for a moment, her subtle conscience aching a little at the passion of the new dean.

She actually had nothing to worry about, after all, she was wasting the old walrus's personal time.

What does her relationship with her matter-of-factly that her father's old subordinates work overtime voluntarily for free?

On the surface, the little red-haired wizard blinked innocently, raised his hand to ask for leave, and prepared to slip away.

"Of course I believe in your ability, dear Dean. If you need any help, just let me know. By the way, since my sobering potion has run out, can I end the get out of class early? Professor Snape is leaving, and I want to say goodbye to him."

Of course, helping is just empty talk - after all, the formula of the ultimate potion has been determined, and her ability to forcibly combine potion materials and quickly produce perfect results can only be used to test out the formula.

However, Professor Slughorn obviously didn't hear it, and was actually a little relieved and happy about Alison's thoughtfulness.

Hearing the request for leave, he was slightly stunned, then reacted and said in a gentle tone: "Of course! Honey, go quickly!"

After saying this, he waved his hand and kindly signaled Alison to leave.

Alison happily went to find Professor Snape, who was going to resign today.

The Slytherin Snake King was sorting out his things in the office - mainly the various potion materials he had collected over the past decade, all of which needed to be carefully stored and placed, and he couldn't be careless, otherwise he would be heartbroken if they went bad.

Seeing the devil coming over, he immediately stopped what he was doing, raised his head and glanced at her warily.

Is this little bastard planning to blow up his collection before he leaves? !

Then he promised that even the favor he owed would not work! He would definitely...

It seems like there's nothing I can do.

Professor Snape was furious.

Between being angry and being a coward, he chose to be angry and a coward.

Alison's tone was pleasantly bad: "Hi, dear - I can't call you dean or professor now - baby Sif?"

The former Slytherin Headmaster said darkly: "...You'd better have something important to do."

Alison jumped around in the office, which now seemed a little empty, after many of her personal belongings had been packed up. She didn't explain her purpose and just spoke perfunctorily.

"Nothing, I just came to see you off, are you touched~"