Chapter 835

"Oh, Hello, children. I'm ed wapple, a writer. Maybe you know, my last work got a lot of attention... In fact, it's called blood brothers: my life among vampires. It's a story about vampires from my own perspective..."

In the other person's words "maybe you know", Harry just wants to say "I don't know". Of course, the sophistication brought to him by the growth of age also made him understand that it is always bad to be so straightforward.

However, the little Mr. Wolper pushed the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose. His face was still tired, but his spirit was quite good. I just heard him go on without stopping.

"... yes, in fact, the book mainly talks about Xueni, who is the protagonist of my work. At first, I only planned to write something more daily, but who knows that Xueni's life is quite interesting, and I dug out a lot of thought-provoking places from his insipidity..."

Just then, wopul turned his head and wanted to introduce his good friend, vampire Xueni, but he saw that the guy with black eyes had been attracted by a group of female students.

"Xueni, don't move!"

Seeing the hungry light in the vampire's eyes, he was about to stand up, and wopul immediately stretched out his hand and pulled him.

"Don't you want to apply to join the vampire tolerance association? Then bear it, or I can't recommend it for you..."

He whispered and saw a domestic elf passing by with a silver tray. He conveniently picked up a fire crab snail meat pancake from inside and stuffed it into Xueni's hand.

"Here, let's eat a pancake pad first."

When Slughorn, who was standing on the side, looked at Xueni with interest, wopur turned back and said to Hermione and others:

"Where were you? Oh, forget it, actually I have another question to ask... Professor Slughorn said that you are familiar with Mr. Marca McLean?"

Because it was a question, wapel's conversation finally stopped, which made Harry feel relieved. He didn't expect that he would be tired of listening to people.

"Yes, we are friends with Maka..."

But when Hermione heard it, she immediately interrupted him.

"Ah, I don't think so -" she interrupted. "You must know something about Professor McLean's experience, Mr. wapple, so you are interested in him. But I believe you can also understand how ordinary people like us can leave too many traces in his wonderful life?"

"Therefore, I'm sorry... We used to be classmates, but now we have a teacher-student relationship with him. In addition..."

Hermione didn't finish, but she said everything she had to say. Obviously, she doesn't have a good impression of these guys holding a pen pole. Sometimes it's better to keep a good distance as far as possible.

"Oh, is that so?" wolpton sighed. "Actually, I want to write an autobiography for Mr. McLean so far... It's really not too much for a good young wizard like him to write three autobiographies in three stages of his life."

Halfway through, he shook his head with regret.

"At present, two generations of the Dark Lord have fallen into his hands, which can be said to be the best time to record the first stage of his life! Writers like me can't get the writing qualification of the latter two films, and only this first film can..."

At this time, Slughorn, who was just observing the vampire's interest in pancakes, suddenly came up again and patted wolpur on the shoulder.

"Don't worry! McLean replied to me this time. He'll be here soon... You can go and talk to him face to face!" the fat old man said happily, "as long as you tell the truth as you did just now and I'll say two good words for you, I think he may give you this opportunity!"

Even Slughorn, who always wanted to exaggerate, did not dare to make sure on this matter, but used the phrase "possible" to leave a way for himself. It can be seen that he did not have much confidence.

"All right, anyway, don't say this until McLean comes!"

With a big hand, the old man pressed the topic aside for the time being, and then put his hand into the pocket on the inside of his robe.

"Wolper, and Mr. Cheney - has the effect passed? Is it beginning to feel sleepy?"

As he spoke, he took out his hand, then pulled out a dark magic medicine bottle the size of a palm, and looked at them with expectation.

"Oh, yes," wopul rubbed his eyes and yawned, "I didn't feel it just now, but now you're a little tired..."

The vampire sitting not far away nodded his head when he heard the speech. Then he stuffed the last mouthful of pancake dough into his mouth and chewed it absentmindedly.

"Really?"

Slughorn saw this, took out a pocket watch from his chest, and the cover opened with a crisp response.

"Well, fifteen minutes... Almost as expected."

After that, he pulled out the cork of the potion bottle, poured out some irregular granular white debris from it and handed it to wapel.

"Would you like some more?"

"Of course!"

Wopler immediately swept the broken particles into his palm, then looked up and patted them all into his mouth.

About three or four seconds!

His eyes suddenly opened a lot, and the fatigue on his face suddenly disappeared. The ruddy cheeks made people intuitively feel what was called "energetic".

"Hoo -" wopler said with great spirit, "this feeling is really great! It is worthy of being Professor Slughorn. This effect is many times stronger than any refreshing agent, and it can also make people feel an unprecedented sense of happiness!"

Slughorn, the fat old man, first gave walpur, and then gave vampire Xueni a little. When he turned to Harry and others

"Would you like to try it too? I'm sure it will make you have more fun at the ball."

However, just as Harry and their faces hesitated and Slughorn was eager to try again, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side.

"Show me."

Everyone was stunned, and then they turned around and looked at it.

"Marca?"

They saw that Marka, who suddenly emerged from everyone, didn't speak. She just put the magic medicine bottle under her nose and sniffed it gently.

"Professor Slughorn, don't tell me... That's your good idea?"

"Uh, yeah? What's the matter?"

Slughorn looked at Marca and asked in some wonder.

Maka weighed the medicine bottle in her hand and waved helplessly:

"Well... Professor Slughorn, let's talk somewhere else!"

So, amid the inexplicable look on Harry's face, Marca and the old man went to the other corner. Closely following, Maka raised her hand and shook the magic medicine bottle in her hand, with a trace of confusion in her expression.

"Professor, isn't this sleeping grass long gone on the market? Where did you get it?"

Maka remembers that he learned about this magical plant in some documents hundreds of years ago. It is said that it can take other people's sleep and accumulate it.

But Maka remembers that this thing is very rare and of no great use. Therefore, no wizard wants to plant and cultivate in the past, and no one has seen it unconsciously.

"It was given to me by one of my students. She works in the Irish herbal medicine planting base... In fact, I mentioned in my reply that I didn't expect the child..."

Speaking of this, it naturally scratched Slughorn's itch again. When he talked about the process of getting sleeping grass, he seemed vaguely proud.

"Oh, really?"

Maka was also helpless about the old man's point, but he soon ignored some showing off psychology in the other party's words and corrected Slughorn when he was about to pull the wrong topic.

"But I think Professor, you should also understand that the improvement effect of this thing is just to save sleep. Do you want everyone to sleep after the event?"

"Alas, flaws don't hide virtues!" Slughorn waved his hand. "There's still a whole day's rest tomorrow! Isn't it good to change the time to today? What's more, I've added more..."

"The juice of cheff flower can make people happy," Maka immediately grabbed the conversation again. "I just want to say this! Because I have made some things with it before, I think it can't be used frequently... It will make users less and less sensitive to happy things."

Finally, he shook his hand and said:

"In a word, you'd better change your mind - there will be other guests at that time. You use this thing. I'm afraid they will come together to protest against our poisoning!"

As soon as Maka finished speaking, even her voice had not yet landed, but she heard a small riot behind her.

"You... Yes! It's you... Your life will be shrouded in bad luck, and the danger is constantly trying to get close to you..."

He turned his head with Slughorn and soon found the source of the commotion in everyone's sight - it turned out that Professor Trelawney was making predictions and divinations.

Listening to the voice of the divination Professor, Maka knew that the woman was fooling around again. After all, he had seen Trelawney's real prophecy with his own eyes. The voice line that looked like men and women and was not men and women was quite unique.

"Professor Slughorn," he sighed as he watched a foreign female wizard frightened by the strange prophecy, "I think... Your party is really lively enough."