[HP] This Evil

The new potions professor, Horace Slughorn, was a chubby old man in a well-made but well-worn striped suit with suspenders ironed straight. He taught at Hogwarts before 1981, and both Alfonso and Michaelella were his students.Catherine was leaning against the table where she was doing experiments, bored. Before school started, Snape had already finished all the homework for the next two years, so Slughorn's patient explanations had all turned into boring chatter at this moment.

"Does anyone want to smell what this pot of potion smells like?" Professor Slughorn asked, pointing to a pot of strangely colored potion. All the students silently took a step back and refused with silence. Slughorn was a little A little disappointed, but not discouraged, "Why don't I read a student number, number 13, who is number 13?"

Catherine straightened up resignedly, leaning on a cane and reluctantly walked to the table where the medicine was placed.The Slytherin locket can't heal her left leg, it can only repair the broken magic weapon, but not the wizard's wound, so Catherine still has to walk with a cane.The students who were originally surrounded by the table had to get out of the way with a "wow".Like the Death Eaters living in Malfoy Manor, Hogwarts students also have an inexplicable fear of Catherine, but in fact they don't know who killed Umbridge.Just by instinct, or maybe it's because they -- even their parents -- haven't seen a prisoner other than Sirius who has come out of Azkaban alive, innocent or not.

The pink potion was bubbling and bubbling in a new brass cauldron on a battered table.

Love potion?Catherine frowned in disgust, which serious professor would teach students to do this kind of thing!She put her nose close to the top of the side of the cauldron, fanned it twice, and a familiar smell of cologne hit her face, followed by the scent of orchids.

"Cologne, and orchids," Catherine said, and Draco's face flushed a little behind her.

The rest of the class became boring. Professor Slughorn asked the students to make the Love Potion in pairs, and the first group to complete it would get a small bottle of Felicia.Catherine threw the textbook into the table bucket, and while adding beetle juice into the cauldron in a familiar way, she argued with Draco in a low voice about "that matter", "It's too risky, if it is discovered, it will scare the snake away."

"For Merlin's sake," Draco said, stirring the liquid in the cauldron, "we can't discuss this in the classroom." In fact, no one paid them any attention.Everyone was concentrating on dealing with the disobedient beetle in their hands. Occasionally, students who didn't listen carefully glanced at this place, thinking that they were just rubbing each other's ears.

"Zoo!" Neville's beetle splashed into Catherine's cauldron, and the potion, which was about to turn pink, suddenly turned green and emitted a faint smell of paste.

"Be careful, stupid thing." Catherine glared at Neville across the way, poured all the potion of useless potions into the waste water pool, and then threw the crucible on the table with a bang. She didn't want to waste any more Time to make a second dose of this useless potion.Draco lowered his head and thought about something, it was rare that he didn't jump up and fight with the Gryffindors.

"She's getting scary now," Daphne whispered to Pansy.

After class, Professor Slughorn left Catherine alone.At first Catherine thought he was going to criticize her bad attitude in class, but unexpectedly, instead of criticizing her, Slughorn invited her to the slug club dinner instead.The Slug Club was first established in 1931. The members of the club are those wizards with prominent family backgrounds and those who Slughorn believes will have great achievements in the future. Alfonso and Michaelia also received invitations during school, but they did not He refused on the grounds of delaying his studies.Catherine felt strange, because according to Michaelera and Mr. Lawrence's description, Slughorn is a typical Slytherin who is wise and protects his life. Avoiding them all - that's why he didn't invite Draco.So, what did he invite Ferrara to do?

"Miss Ferrara, I saw your potion grades in the past few years. Whether it was papers or exams, they were all O's. It's amazing." Slughorn stood at the desk while touching his chubby belly. Then said, "I still remember when your parents went to school here, how are they doing?"

It turned out that Slughorn didn't know anything about the Ferrara family. Catherine sneered in her heart, "They're fine, Professor." Michaelera, a Death Eater, kept a low profile. It was located in the middle of nowhere, so apart from the resident Death Eaters at Malfoy Manor, few people knew that Ferrara had also begun to serve Voldemort.Moreover, the statement "Ferrara's allegiance to Voldemort" is a bit arbitrary, after all, Cecilia is an Order of the Phoenix.

Catherine had never been interested in balls and dinners, but this time she readily agreed to the Slug Club.Because it suddenly occurred to her that 50 years ago, when Voldemort was still Tom Riddle, Slughorn was the potions professor, and perhaps she could find out something about Voldemort from the mouth of this new potions teacher.She has been thinking about why Voldemort was able to survive the rebounding Killing Curse recently, and she already has a little clue, but she still needs some help and time.However, the original "old" professors at Hogwarts would certainly not talk about this, and Slughorn might be a breakthrough.Out of basic respect for the dinner party, Catherine finally gave up the idea of ​​wearing a school uniform to the dinner party. She asked the house elf to send a dress, and she did not forget to emphasize that a pair of long gloves should be worn to cover her left arm. Dark Mark.

Most of the students who received invitations to Slughorn's dinner were seniors, and Harry, Ron and Hermione were naturally among them. Harry also brought a Ravenclaw girl as a dance partner.Catherine came alone. Her purpose was neither to dance nor to make friends. There was no need to drag her family.

The dinner party was set in a spacious and bright hall, the crystal chandelier emitted a soft light, and an organ that looked old was placed in the center of the hall.The bay window is hung with exquisitely embroidered curtains, and the bookcase next to the window is filled with photos of members of the Slug Club through the ages.In the first row of photos on the fourth floor, there are several wizards who look very familiar, wearing Gryffindor school uniforms, wearing glasses, and the one with black and stiff hair is probably Harry's father. They look exactly the same .Wearing a black suit with a serious face and blonde hair hanging down to his shoulders must be the young Mr. Lucius Malfoy.And a handsome man with a thin figure and a traditional British gentleman's dress is Barty Crouch Jr., that is, Mr. Lawrence in Ferrara Manor.There is also a wizard next to Slughorn. He is wearing a Slytherin school uniform, even the top button of his shirt is buttoned up, his hands hang down on both sides of his trousers, like a standard good student.But his face in the photo was scratched, and the person who scraped the photo seemed to have a deep hatred with him, and shaved his face into a white board, and even almost scratched the photo paper.

"Is he also your student, Professor?" Catherine stopped right in front of the bookcase and pointed to the scratched photo.

"He... yes. He was a student I taught a long time ago." Slughorn's body began to tremble slightly, and he drank the whiskey in his glass in one gulp, and asked the waiter to refill the empty glass.

"What happened to his face?" Catherine pushed away the champagne offered by the waiter, she hated alcohol.

"He's made a serious mistake," Slughorn explained quickly, before throwing back his head and draining the glass.

"What's wrong?" Catherine asked "kindly". She knew that the person in the photo was Voldemort in her student days, and she firmly believed that Slughorn knew something about the "resurrection".

"This is not your concern, Miss Ferrara." Slughorn suddenly became a little annoyed. He drank another glass of whiskey, and finally took the bottle.Catherine wanted to ask about Horcruxes again—she had seen this word in Michaelia's research report, but the report was very cryptic and there were very few related words, but was interrupted by Filch.

"This brat is trying to steal something from your office, Professor." Filch broke into the banquet hall dragging Draco in a black suit. "I saw him sneaking around the door. He must be trying to make trouble."

"He's my dance partner." Catherine raised her voice slightly, "but I want to leave now." Then she naturally took Draco's arm, with the other hand still leaning on the cane that was in the way, looking arrogantly He glanced at Filch and left the banquet hall without greeting anyone.

"Do you really think this kind of trick can hide Dumbledore?" Catherine said angrily when she walked into a corridor without even a ghost.

"Even if it fails this time, I still have a backup plan - your dress today looks great, just like..."

"Like what?" Catherine looked down at the white one-shoulder dress and asked. She knew that Draco was deliberately changing the subject, but she continued to ask what he had just said.

"Like a wedding dress." Draco's eyes smiled a little, "like the dress, and so did the white gloves."

Catherine knew that Draco wanted to deliberately change the topic about Dumbledore, but she didn't expect him to change the topic to this, her brain paused for a while, and she didn't know how to change the topic back.Big deal, let's go to hell together.She leaned against the wall and looked into Draco's eyes and thought.

Harry, who was hiding in the corner and was about to eavesdrop:? ? ? ? ?