Chapter 679: Snobby Slughorn

After everyone was seated, Slughorn gestured to everyone to enjoy the food on the table, and looked at everyone and asked: "I heard that you have established a student group called D.A. Army? May I know who among you is in it?"

Except for Marcos, everyone raised their hands, which made Marcos look a little embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, Slughorn opened his mouth in surprise.

He thought that this student group called D.A. Army was only led by two powerful young wizards, Roll and Lowell, who were promoted to the level of Demon King, and the members of this student group were not necessarily powerful, but just got the help of Roll and Lowell.

But from what happened in front of him, the D.A. Army might not be as simple as he imagined.

Slughorn looked at Irving. Among the young wizards he invited, only Irving and Astoria gave him a feeling of unfathomable depth.

Especially this gentle and elegant Irving, who made him feel like he had seen Dumbledore when he was young.

Slughorn asked kindly, "Irving, I saw your performance in the Daily Prophet. Can I see your thunder magic? It looks like a variation of the weather spell?"

Irving nodded casually. When he turned his left hand, a palm-sized lightning was suspended in his palm.

From this lightning, everyone present could feel a dangerous aura, as if this lightning burst out and could wipe out everyone in the carriage.

However, under Irving's perfect control, the aura of this lightning did not leak out at all.

"What a powerful silent and wandless spell!" Slughorn said in surprise, "I dare say that even Dumbledore at your age can't do better than you!"

Faced with Slughorn's praise, Irving just smiled slightly and waved his hand to disperse the thunder in his palm.

Slughorn exclaimed again. Even he had to chant the Ten Thousand Ending Spells to barely suppress the thunder that was enough to annihilate everyone in the carriage.

But Irving dispersed it so lightly. What a powerful control!

The power of thunder is a very lethal and violent form of magic. It is like a fierce fire. Even the wizard who releases it will be attacked by it if he does not have enough power.

At this time, Slughorn looked at Astoria who was sitting next to Irving.

Among all the people present, only Irving and Astoria made Slughorn feel unfathomable. If Slughorn guessed correctly, it should be the power of ancient magic.

"If I guess correctly, Astoria, you should also master an ancient magic like Irving, right?"

Slughorn asked curiously.

Facing her future professor of potions, Astoria did not hide anything. She whispered, "Yes, thanks to this ancient magic, I was able to resolve the blood curse in my body."

"Blood curse?!" Slughorn's voice rose a few degrees. He said in surprise and regret, "This ancient magic can actually resolve the extremely vicious blood curse like the Blood Curse? It's a pity. If this ancient magic can be popularized, there won't be so many patients suffering from the Blood Curse in the world."

Astoria smiled slightly and said, "I'm looking for a way to castrate this ancient magic. If I succeed, I will extract a part of this ancient magic that resolves the blood curse. By then, the Blood Curse will no longer be an incurable curse."

Hearing Astoria's words, Slughorn immediately felt that he had picked up a treasure.

Slughorn said eagerly: "Are you serious?! If this kind of magic can really be invented, Astoria, I think you can get a medal of the Order of Merlin!"

Speaking of this, Slughorn looked at Marcos who was silent again.

Slughorn said: "Just like the uncle of this young Marcos, I had the honor of teaching his uncle Damocles. He was a very outstanding wizard, very outstanding, and his Order of Merlin is absolutely worthy. Do you see your uncle often, Marcos?"

After learning that Slughorn would become their professor of potions, Astoria and others who secretly knew about this professor were no longer surprised that Slughorn suddenly changed the subject of the conversation.

On the contrary, Marcos, who was called, had just eaten a big mouthful of quail. He was eager to answer Slughorn's question, swallowed too quickly, and his face suddenly turned liver color, choking and unable to speak.

"Ankexiao!"

Slughorn pointed his wand at Markos and chanted a spell calmly, and Markos's trachea seemed to be unblocked all of a sudden.

"No... I don't see him very often."

Markos panted, and his tears were choking.

"Yes, of course, I dare say he must be very busy," Slughorn looked at Markos with a questioning look and said, "I think he must have put a lot of effort into inventing the wolfsbane potion?"

"I think so..." Marcos said. He seemed to be afraid to eat quail until he was sure that Slughorn had finished interrogating him. "Well... it's like this. He doesn't have a good relationship with my father, so I don't really know..."

Marcos said, his voice gradually became much lower.

That's because Slughorn's face suddenly turned cold after hearing that Marcos' father didn't have a good relationship with Damocles.

Slughorn has always been a snobbish person. He values ​​connections. After learning that Marcos couldn't bring him Damocles' connections, he knew that Marcos was no longer useful.

However, Slughorn would not do anything to offend people. He just ignored Marcos instead of saying bad things to him or driving him away.

Slughorn looked at the other people in the carriage one by one and chatted with them one by one.

Finally, Slughorn turned his eyes to Elsa, the little witch from Hufflepuff.

"Your name is Elsa Jones, right?" Slughorn said kindly, "I know your aunt Gwenger Jones, she is a great hitter, I think you should have inherited her flying talent?"

Elsa whispered: "Cedric once invited me to join the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, but I am not as interested in Quidditch as my aunt, so I declined."

Hearing this, Slughorn said regretfully: "Oh, that's a pity! But I think a smart little witch can shine everywhere, right?" (End of this chapter)