Chapter 658

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

In the warm little hall just now, Slughorn was about to pack up and leave. When he looked back, he found that there was still a man standing at the door. But probably because he had drunk some wine before, his eyes now seem to be so erratic.

Therefore, when he saw Lavender by the door, he was stunned. He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully before he asked a slightly dull question.

"Professor Slughorn, in fact, I have something to ask you..." Lavender pretended to lower his head and deliberately looked embarrassed. "It's like this... In fact, I want to ask you to give me a bottle of detumescence."

"Detumescence? Are you hurt?"

Anyway, Slughorn is an excellent potion master. Even when he is drunk, he can react immediately to problems related to his major.

"I think you should go to the school hospital. Pomfrey will cure you - she's always capable!"

"Yes, you're right, but..." Lavender took two steps forward and said, "Professor, I want to take medicine myself, but Mrs. Pomfrey will never allow me to do that, let alone give me the magic medicine."

"Self medication? Why?" Slughorn wondered, "Although there's nothing wrong with giving you a bottle of detumescence, after all, it's very cheap... But if you're injured, you'd better go to the school hospital, because sometimes you may not find the problem yourself. If it gets worse because you delay the time of treatment... Well, where's your injury?"

As soon as he heard the old man ask this question, a light flashed in Lavender's eyes.

"Oh... Professor Slughorn," she said timidly, "I'm hurt... You... Do you really want to know?"

As lavender said this, he "subconsciously" covered his collar, as if he felt some inappropriate eyes. At this time, even if Slughorn didn't look at it at all, he couldn't help but have the illusion of "I just seemed to have accidentally glanced at it".

"Er... Cough..." the old man cleared his throat awkwardly, and most of the drunkenness had dissipated, "OK! If you just want a bottle of detumescence, of course it's no problem... You come with me! I left my medicine box in the office..."

"Thank you! Thank you very much..." Lavender quickly complimented, "I knew you would promise, because you are the kindest and kindest professor I have ever seen!"

"Oh, it's really nothing -" Slughorn hurried to the door without looking back. "Of course, if something's still wrong after taking the medicine, you must go to the school hospital, okay?"

"OK, I see." Lavender answered in her sweet and greasy voice. For a time, the old man's pace was obviously faster.

They arrived at Slughorn's office one after another. The old man just wanted lavender to wait at the door, but the latter came up 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 have a look?"

At the same time, she stared at Slughorn with an expectant look, which made the old man feel difficult to resist.

"Of course not... I mean, if you don't worry about missing the light out time..."

As Slughorn reached out his wand and tapped on the doorknob, the door of the office was immediately opened, and soon after he entered the office, lavender followed closely.

But she looked around curiously. The next moment, a box almost half a person tall soon came into her eyes. It actually looked like a Muggle refrigerator, and it was still an upright one.

"Is this your medicine box? It looks great!" Raven Dexing rushed. "Professor, which floor is the detumescence?"

"Ah, it's the third layer from top to bottom, on the left -" Slughorn saw it, had to raise his wand and open the medicine box. "Do you see the light brown magic medicine bottle? I have labels on the bottle, it should be easy to find..."

"Light brown... Well, is that it?" Lavender looked inside, left and right. The old man said left, but she kept looking around as if she were looking for something.

When she heard Slughorn's footsteps coming closer and closer, she finally caught a glimpse of a familiar luster in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh! I think I found it -"

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

"Is that it, professor?"

Unexpectedly, Slughorn had walked behind her, which startled her. Fortunately, she was ready, her face was stretched, and showed no difference.

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

"That's great --"

Lavender was seriously perfunctory, but the left hand hidden behind quietly explored the position he had just seen. Because she had put her left hand there before, the grasp was quite accurate. The bottle of magic medicine marked with red label was directly held in her hand.

"Professor, um... Although this is what I asked you on my own initiative, but..." when she got what she wanted, she turned on the mode of affectation again, "I really can take it away, can't I?"

"Of course, of course -" Slughorn waved his hand. "Don't worry too much. It's just a bottle of detumescence! I'm more worried about whether you'll miss the light out time than this - look, I'll order it right away!"

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

"Ah... That's a pity. I'd like to have a good visit to your office!" she stamped her foot pretending to be disappointed. "Professor, can I come another time?"

"No problem, as long as I'm here, I'm welcome at any time." the old man smiled. "I can tell you something about some students I taught in the past. I'm sure you'll be interested!"

"That sounds good," Lavender said as he looked around the office and walked to the door. "Then... Professor, I'll go back to my bedroom today... Good night!"

She went outside, trying to bring Slughorn the door of her office, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she heard another voice coldly.

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

This time she was completely unprepared, so she was finally frightened and trembled all over. Of course, it was Snape who was responsible for the inspection after turning off the lights tonight. No one was not impressed by his cold tone.

"Of course, before you explain --" snape said faintly, "Gryffindor deducted 5 points."

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While lavender was secretly worried about his bad luck, Harry and they had already returned to the common room. Just because of a small thing, the three haven't been ready to go to bed in the bedroom.

At present, they are gathered around a round table, and then the light from the window looks at a gift box placed on the table. The gadget was beautifully packaged, with ribbons and decorations. It was a gift from Slughorn to Hermione at the dessert tasting.

It's a gift. In fact, it's the prize Hermione won. According to Slughorn, he mixed the blessing agent into a box of chocolate, making it "more like a gift for a woman".

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

"Harry, don't you think there must be side effects? It's yours -" said Hermione, pushing the gift box containing chocolate in front of Harry.

"No, no, I just thought, since Marca said it, it shouldn't be wrong." Harry immediately pushed it back. "Besides, isn't this the professor's prize for you? For you -"

"But I don't want it!" Hermione pushed it again. "Don't push it over! Anyway, you can collect it or lose it. I don't want it anyway!"

After that, she turned her head and went straight to the stairs leading to the girl's bedroom. Harry picked up the gift box, looked left and right, and then subconsciously looked at Ron around him.

"Hey, don't look at me!" Ron quickly jumped aside. "I can't stand luck before bad luck - I'd rather nothing happen. Life is good now!"

"Don't worry, I won't give it to you -" Harry shook his head immediately and said categorically. "I can't stand it if you leave it around."

"Then don't go to my bedside table and eat Zizi bee honey!" Ron said angrily, "you're so rich, and you always steal sugar from my poor hands..."

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

"Come on, don't say it's useless!" Ron suddenly grabbed Harry's gift box and put it back on the table. "Stay here! Whoever wants it, it's no problem..."

"Then at least give everyone a reminder -" Harry pulled out a quill pen from his schoolbag and wrote a line on the gift box. Then he put away the pen and ink and clapped his hands. "All right! We can go to bed!"

With that, they walked to the bedroom with shoulder to shoulder, and soon disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.