"Oh, Miss Brown, why haven't you left yet? It's time to turn off the lights ..."

In the warm little room just now, Slughorn was planning to pack and leave, but when he turned around, he found that there was still a person standing at the door. But presumably because he had drank some wine before, his eyes now seemed to be so erratic.

So, when he saw Lavender by the door, he squinted and looked closely, and then asked a little dullly.

"Professor Slughorn, in fact, I want to ask you something ..." Lavender lowered his head pretentiously, deliberately showing an embarrassment. "It's like this ... Actually, I think I beg you to give me a bottle of detumescent agent. "

"Swelling agent? Are you hurt?"

Anyway, Slughorn is an excellent potion master after all. Even in a drunk state, he can immediately respond to problems related to his profession.

"I think you should go to the school hospital. Pomfrey will cure you. She has always been capable!"

"Yes, you're right, but ..." Lavender took two steps forward, twitching authentically, "Professor, I want to take medicine myself, but Mrs. Pomfrey will never allow me If you do that, you won't give me the potion. "

"Apply the medicine yourself? Why?" Slughorn said puzzledly. "Although there is nothing wrong with sending you a bottle of anti-tumor agent, after all, it is very cheap ... but if I am injured, I still have to go to the hospital That ’s good, because sometimes you may not find out what the problem is. If it gets worse because of the delay in treatment, that ’s not good ... well, where did you get hurt? ”

As soon as the old man asked the question, a light flashed in Ravende's eyes.

"Oh ... Professor Slughorn," she pretended to be shy, "I'm hurt ... you ... do you really want to know?"

Lavender said, covering his collar "subconsciously", as if he felt something inappropriate. At this moment, even if Slughorn hadn't looked at all, he could not help but have the illusion that he seemed to accidentally glance at it just now.

"Uh ... keke ..." The old man cleared his throat awkwardly. The drunkenness, which had only been slightly simmered, had mostly disappeared. "Okay! If you just want a bottle of anti-tumor agent, this is of course no problem ... ... you come with me! I left my medicine kit in the office ... "

"Thank you! Thank you very much ..." Ravende quickly complimented, "I knew you would agree, because you are the most kind and kind professor I have ever seen!"

"Oh, this is really nothing," Slughorn hurriedly walked to the door without turning his head back. "Of course, if after using the medicine is still wrong, then you must go to the school hospital, you know ?"

"Okay, I see." Lavender responded with her sweet and sweet tone, and for a while, the old man's pace was noticeably faster.

The two rushed to Slughorn's office one after the other. The old man just wanted Ravende to wait at the door, but the latter stepped in first.

"I haven't been to your office yet! I heard that each professor's office has its own characteristics," Lavender said curiously. "Do you mind if I go in and take a look?"

While talking, she stared at Slughorn with a look of anticipation and kept staring at it, which made the old man hard to parry.

"Of course I don't mind ... I mean, if you don't worry about missing the lights out ..."

As Slughorn stretched out his wand and tapped a little on the doorknob, the office door was immediately opened. Not long after he entered the office, Lavender followed closely.

But when she saw that she looked around curiously, the next moment, a box almost half tall was soon reflected in her eyes. It actually looks a lot like a Muggle refrigerator, and it's still upright.

"Is this your medicine kit? It looks awesome!" Lavender rushed, "Professor, what layer is the swelling agent?"

"Ah, it's the third floor from the top down, it's on the left." Seeing this, Slughorn raised his wand and pointed it away, and opened the medicine box. Do you see it? I have labels on the bottles, so it should be easy to find ... "

"Beige ... eh, is this it?" Lavender glanced inside and out. The old man was talking about the left hand side, but she looked around as if looking for something.

Just when she heard Slughorn's footsteps approaching closer and closer, she finally saw a familiar luster in her eyes.

"Oh! I think I found it"

Lavender picked up the light brown potion bottle with the white label from the third floor, then turned around and raised his right hand to shake the old man.

"Is this? Professor?"

Unexpectedly, Slughorn had walked behind her, which scared her. Fortunately, she can be considered well prepared, her face stubbornly taut and showing nothing unusual.

"Yes, that's right ..." the old man nodded. "You're right."

"This is really great"

Lavender perfunctoryly persevered, but the left hand hidden behind his back quietly looked at the position just sighted. Because she had left her left hand there before, this grab was quite accurate, and the bottle of potion marked with a red label was held directly in her hand.

"Professor, uh ... although this was what I asked for, but ..." After the desired thing was in her hand, she turned on the mode of posing, "I can really take it away, right? "

"Of course, of course" Slughorn waved his hand. "Don't worry too much, it's just a bottle of swelling agent! Compared to this, I'm actually more worried about whether you will miss the time to turn off the lights and see, it will be ordered soon! "

He said, looking back at the wall clock, Lavender took the opportunity to put the potion bottle in his left hand into his pocket.

"Ah ... this is really regrettable. I want to take a closer look at your office!" She stomped pretending to be disappointed. "Professor, can I find another time later?"

"No problem, as long as I'm there, it's always welcome." The old man smiled. "I can tell you about some of the students I have taught in the past. I believe you will be interested!"

"That sounds good," Lavender walked around the door while looking around in the office. "So ... Professor, I'm going back to my bedroom today ... Good night!"

She walked outside the door, trying to bring Slughorn to the door of the office, and then sighed a sigh of relief, but heard another voice coldly.

"Miss Brown ... Can you give me a reasonable explanation as to why you are here?"

This time she was totally unprepared, and finally shook with shock. Of course, it was undoubtedly Snape who was responsible for the inspection after the lights went out tonight. No one was impressed by his cold tone.

"Of course, before you explain," Snape said lightly. "Gryffindor deducted 5 points."

...

Just as Lavender was secretly distressed about his bad luck, Harry had already returned to the common room. It's just because of a small thing that the three of them haven't got their bedroom ready to sleep.

Right now, they were around a round table, and the light coming in through the window looked at a gift box placed on the table. This gadget is beautifully packaged, and the ribbon is as good as the decoration. It was the gift of Slughorn to Hermione at the dessert tasting.

A gift, in fact, is the prize Hermione won. According to Slughorn, he mixed the elixir into a box of chocolates, making it "more like a gift for a lady".

Unfortunately, Hermione wasn't very interested, whether it was still in a bottle or turned into chocolate like it is now. Just because of the old man's face, she still accepted it.

"Harry, don't you think there are necessarily side effects? It's yours," said Hermione, pushing the chocolate-filled gift box before Harry.

"No, no, I just thought about it, since Maca said it, it shouldn't be wrong." Harry pushed it back immediately. "Again, isn't this the prize the professor gave you? It's for you."

"But I don't want it!" Hermione pushed it back again, "Don't push it over! Anyway, you can put it in the collection or lose it, I don't want anyway!"

After all, she turned away and went straight to the stairs leading to the girl's bedroom. Harry took the gift box, looked at it from side to side, and then subconsciously looked at Ron beside him.

"Hey, don't look at me!" Ron hurried to the side, "I'll be out of luck after luck, I can't stand it. I would rather not do anything ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Life is pretty good now! "

"You can rest assured, I won't give it to you," Harry shook his head immediately, categorically. "If you just let it go, I can't stand it."

"Then you don't go to my bedside table and dig for sugary honey candy to eat!" Ron said immediately, "You are so rich, you still come to steal food from my poor man ..."

"That's not because you don't want it when I ask you?" Harry gave him a blank look.

"Okay, don't say these are useless!" Ron snatched the gift box from Harry's hands and put it back on the table. "Stay here! Whoever wants to take it, this No problem anymore ... "

"At least I have to give you a reminder." Harry pulled out the quill from the bag and wrote the lines on the gift box. Then he put away the pen and clapping, "OK! We can go to sleep!"

After speaking, the two walked to the bedroom side by side, disappeared at the entrance of the stairs soon.

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