Chapter 312

Soon, Magic Potion Class ended.

The first class was just some theoretical knowledge, and the next class would be to brew antidotes.

John packed his things and prepared to leave with his little friends.

But before leaving, Professor Slughorn suddenly called John alone.

"Oh John, I hope you don't mind me taking up a few minutes of your time."

"Of course I don't mind, Professor."

After the students had all left, John and Professor Slughorn stayed in the classroom alone to chat.

Professor Slughorn walked to John's side and patted him on the shoulder like an old friend.

"John, have you ever heard of the Slug Club?"

Hearing this, John tilted his head; it was the first time he had heard of this club.

In Hogwarts school, there were various clubs similar to club activities, organized spontaneously by students with the same hobbies or specialties.

Strictly speaking, their magic spell training last semester could also be considered a club activity.

But the Slug Club, he really had heard of it for the first time.

Seeming to see John's confusion, Professor Slughorn spoke again, his eyes flashing with shrewd and gentle light.

"That was a loose small group, composed of some students with talent and taste that I specifically selected when I was a professor in my early years."

"Since leaving Hogwarts, I haven't organized club activities for a long time."

"But now that I have returned to Hogwarts, I thought, perhaps I could organize it again."

Hearing this, John almost understood the professor's meaning, but didn't rush to express his stance, just waiting for the professor to continue.

"So John, I want to invite you to join the Slug Club."

"There, only students like you who possess talent, possess unique potential, or have extraordinary backgrounds will appear."

"I believe you will like it there and will meet more like-minded partners there."

John listened quietly, and only then responded slowly.

"Professor, I am honored to receive your invitation."

"But I actually also participate in other activities, and my time might not be that much; I don't know if I can..."

John didn't agree immediately, but expressed his current situation where his time wasn't abundant very tactfully.

Professor Slughorn, however, smiled like a fat cat that had just stolen cream and said with a smile.

"Oh, don't worry, John, the Slug Club never checks in, and never assigns homework."

"At most, there will occasionally be some parties or dinners, so that everyone can sit down and communicate with each other."

"It's more like a place for you to relax and rest."

"I think you need to rest occasionally, right?"

Since things had been said to this point, John naturally wouldn't refuse again.

Putting on a surprised expression, he said very happily.

"Alright then, I accept your invitation, Professor."

"Oh hahaha, good good good."

Professor Slughorn was also very happy to see John accept the invitation.

"By the way, Professor, can I bring Hermione along?"

"It's the one on the train the day before yesterday..."

At this time, John further mentioned Hermione; hearing this, the professor responded immediately.

"Of course of course, Miss Granger has an extraordinary mind and is a diligent and smart student; the Slug Club welcomes students of her type the most."

Professor Slughorn said while taking out two small, pearlescent silver badges from the inner pocket of his robe.

A coiled slug was engraved on the back of the badge, and the tentacles were slightly hot.

"Here, this is your admission ticket, and this one is for Miss Granger; you can hand it to her together."

"As for the time of the activity, after it is determined, I will notify you again."

John took the badge and nodded, smiling at Professor Slughorn.

"Alright, Professor, I will look forward to your invitation."

After school in the afternoon.

"Slug Club?"

Hermione looked at the badge in her hand and looked at John with some confusion.

"Unhuh, it should be similar to the club where the professor pulls a few people together for dinner and chatting on the train."

"It's meaningless."

John explained from the side.

"If it's meaningless, why did you pull me along?"

"Isn't it because it's only interesting if you are with me."

Hearing this, Hermione also rolled her eyes speechlessly.

After school, John found Hermione and chatted with her about what happened today.

"Then what about Harry?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask, but I don't think Professor Slughorn will ignore Harry (Senior)."

Hearing this, Hermione also nodded; this made sense.

Looking at the badge in her hand, in the end, Hermione didn't refuse either, but put it away carefully.

"By the way, John, can you accompany me to Hagrid's later?"

After putting away the badge, Hermione looked at John and blinked, her tone actually rarely carrying a hint of seeking help.

"What's wrong? Did you steal and eat Professor Hagrid's pumpkins?"

John asked with a strange face.

Slap!

As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione's slap fell.

"Do you think I'm you!"

Hermione slapped John on the back of the head with dissatisfaction, and then sighed and said.

"Actually, it's just... the subjects we sixth-years have to learn this year, don't we have to sign up for them ourselves."

"Then I didn't sign up for Hagrid's class... when I met him by chance this morning, he seemed very unhappy to see me..."

Hearing this, John then understood what was going on.

Hermione had told him more than once tactfully that Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class wasn't taught very well.

And she wasn't very interested in that knowledge either.

So it was normal that she didn't choose this course when she could choose courses herself this year.

"Oh... so you want me to accompany you to coax Professor Hagrid to be happy?"

John deliberately dragged out his tone and said with a teasing face.

Hermione bit her lower lip and then nodded in response.

"... Pretty much."

"Then you beg me."

"I beg you."

"......."

No, you are so straightforward, I want to refuse but can't refuse anymore.

"Fine, then I'll reluctantly accompany you~"

John had no choice but to agree with a righteous look; Hermione then beamed with joy and took the initiative to lean into John's arms for a hug.

"Let's go, let's go."

After John touched Hermione's head, he stood up directly and took Hermione to walk toward Hagrid's hut together.

The sunset dyed the edge of the Forbidden Forest amber, and the chimney of Hagrid's hut was drifting with the scent of pine wood.

"Uncle Hagrid!"

John shouted toward the hut from afar; Hagrid in the house heard the shout and popped his head out from the window.

"Oh, it's John!... and Hermione..."

When he saw John, Hagrid was quite happy, but when he saw Hermione following behind, he immediately put on a sullen look like a child.

How cute.