Chapter 315

Regarding how to obtain the real memory from Professor Slughorn, John didn't have much of a clue at first.

But after watching that memory, he recognized Professor Slughorn from decades ago and instead had some ideas.

Through the matter of Professor Merrythought's retirement in the memory, it can be seen.

Professor Slughorn seems very willing to reveal some things that students shouldn't know to his favorite students.

So what he has to do is to continue to play an excellent student, become the one Professor Slughorn likes most, and then slowly plan it.

Dumbledore didn't give him any suggestions or plans either.

He believed that young people have young people's ways; after all, he had tried everything he could try long ago.

Saturday night.

In Slughorn's private office.

The fire in the fireplace crackled softly, reflecting a row of silver trophies on the oak bookshelf, making them shine slightly.

Warm yellow light spilled into the spacious room.

This place was decorated, and it could even be said to be more spacious and luxurious than the Headmaster's office.

The most conspicuous one was the large round table, filled with all kinds of snacks and delicious food and wine.

"Wow, it seems that apart from anything else, at least we can have a beautiful dinner."

John looked at the table full of dinner that was almost luxurious and said to Hermione with a smile.

Hermione smiled helplessly, but didn't deny it either.

This dinner was indeed luxurious.

"Oh, John, and Miss Granger, you are here."

"Hmm? Where is Harry? Didn't he come with you?"

After the two arrived, Professor Slughorn immediately got up to welcome the two.

And then curiously inquired about Harry's whereabouts.

"Uh, sorry Professor, Harry (Senior) said he has to be busy with the Quidditch school team during this time."

"You also know, he is our school's Quidditch star."

John casually found an excuse for Harry.

Professor Slughorn nodded with some disappointment, but still put on a full smile to treat the two.

"Good, come in and sit."

At this time, several students had gathered in the house; except for the nephew of the inventor of the Wolfsbane Potion who didn't come, McLaggen and Zabini from last time both came, and of course, Neville.

Besides that, there were two Slytherin girls, but John didn't recognize them.

Speaking of Zabini, when he saw John, he dodged again.

No, since you are so afraid of me, why are you rushing over?

Of course, John didn't start making things difficult for him now.

They came to the seat next to Neville and sat down.

John very considerately pulled open the heavy oak chair for Hermione and pushed it in lightly after Hermione sat down.

The movement was natural and smooth, and then he sat down beside Hermione.

Hermione looked very calm on the surface, but she was actually feeling beautiful inside.

The banquet began.

John and Hermione, besides talking a few words with Neville in a low voice, were basically listening to Professor Slughorn talking endlessly about his proud students.

For example, famous Quidditch star players, or some high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic.

He even said bluntly that if this circle of students can develop well in the future, he can introduce them to each other.

Looking at it this way, it's no wonder that so many big shots are willing to mix with Professor Slughorn.

While we are his human resource, he can also provide human resources for us.

It is a win-win situation.

Of course, the premise is that his human resources are useful to you.

"Cormac, how is your uncle Tiberius doing recently?"

After Professor Slughorn finished talking about his proud students, he started to inquire about some seemingly daily greetings.

"He is very well, sir; I plan to go hunting with my uncle and the Minister of Magic during the holiday."

McLaggen heard Professor Slughorn's question and immediately straightened his back and responded with a smile.

When saying this, he didn't forget to glance at Hermione's side, as if showing off his background.

However, Hermione and John didn't pay attention to their conversation at all, but were discussing some trivial things with Neville beside them in a low voice.

"Professor Sprout invited you to participate in the Advanced Herbology Seminar?"

Hearing Neville's words, Hermione and John both opened their eyes slightly.

Neville nodded and asked nervously.

"Yeah, do you think I should agree? I heard from the professor that the people in that seminar are all masters of Herbology; I'm a bit worried about making a fool of myself......"

John immediately said: "Must agree."

Hermione also nodded: "Since the professor invited you, it must be because she recognizes your ability that she invited you; be confident, Neville, you can do it."

Hearing the words of the two, Neville scratched his head embarrassedly and laughed, and then nodded.

"Fine, then I'll go give the professor an answer tomorrow."

The three discussed Neville's seminar in small voices; at this time, Professor Slughorn's gaze finally fell on them.

"Mr. Merick, what about you, what kind of work does your family do in the Muggle world?"

He inquired about John's family situation as usual, although Muggles should be of no help to him, he couldn't be biased, and should care about everyone.

John then straightened his posture and answered with a smile.

"My father is an engineer, and my mother is a nurse in a hospital."

Everyone present was of pure-blood origin; they actually felt both strange and had a subtle sense of superiority toward the Muggle world.

So they didn't know what the so-called engineer and nurse in John's mouth were doing.

The only thing they understood was the hospital.

"Oh, it sounds very high-end; is a nurse a profession similar to a healer at St. Mungo's?"

Professor Slughorn also couldn't understand, but still smiled and nodded and continued to ask.

"Pretty much, but what profession they do is not the point for me."

"The point is that they love me very much, and I love them very much too."

John didn't care about the comparison of power and influence, but smiled very appropriately.

Comparison like this is just torturing oneself.

Managing one's own life well is true freedom.

Professor Slughorn was very satisfied with John's answer.

When they are professors, what they like most is naturally students who know how to repay kindness, are filial to their families, and are excellent in character and learning.

Such students won't become ungrateful wretches and won't waste their cultivation.

Of course, if you are someone who can act like Voldemort, that's another matter.

"Haha, well said John, there is nothing more important than loving family members."

Professor Slughorn picked up the silver cup and said to everyone.

"To family."

Everyone also raised their cups one after another and paid tribute with Professor Slughorn.

"To family!"

The banquet soon came to an end, and everyone was happy after a gathering.

Everyone stood up one after another, preparing to go back.

John also stood up slowly, but when tidying up his clothes, he suddenly asked Professor Slughorn as naturally as asking about the weather.

"Professor, have you ever dabbled in some philosophical questions?"

Slughorn was stuffing the last piece of candied fruit into his mouth; hearing this question that seemed to be said casually, he didn't care much and replied.

"Oh, philosophy, of course, in fact, when a person reaches a certain age, they will have their own set of philosophy."

Hearing this answer that was like an answer and also like a joke, John also smiled.

"Is that so, actually I read a Muggle philosophy book a while ago, it's quite interesting."

"There is a question on it that makes me feel a bit troubled."

John smiled and continued to say; hearing this, Professor Slughorn also heard that John had a question to ask, so he followed his words and said.

"Oh? Let's hear it."

At this time, John had already tidied up his clothes and looked at Professor Slughorn slowly and asked.

"Professor, you say..."

"If I teach a friend how to use a weapon, but this friend uses the knowledge I taught to kill someone."

"Then who should be the guilty person, me or my friend?"