Chapter 316

Slughorn's chewing movement paused slightly; he always felt that John's question was pointing at something.

He just thought for a short while and then spoke slowly.

"If you haven't made any hints or guidance to your friend, or if you still insisted on teaching it knowing that he would use this knowledge for murder, then the responsibility lies with the friend himself."

"But if you foresaw his evil thoughts but didn't stop him, then you are hard to blame."

A very standard answer.

Can't find any loopholes, but this is also what John wanted.

"I understand, Professor, thank you for your guidance."

John smiled, nodded slightly at the professor, and then left holding Hermione's hand.

Didn't say any extra words.

He walked a bit too decisively, so decisively that Professor Slughorn was a bit unexpected.

As an old wizard who has lived for nearly a hundred years, he is also a master of human nature.

Dumbledore found Harry and John, these two heaven's prodigies, to be his students; he knew clearly what kind of abacus he was playing.

That's why he answered this inexplicable philosophical question cautiously.

As a result, there was no follow-up after asking?

This made his prepared psychological defense line prepared in vain.

On the way back, John and Hermione were also walking together.

"John, you suddenly asked that question, is there any intention?"

Hermione turned her head and looked at John beside her and asked.

"Unhuh~ However, if you have to say it, actually there is no much intention, just some ordinary hints."

"If the intention is too deep, it is easy for the professor to be on guard."

John nodded and said; now his plan is to first get along well with Professor Slughorn.

Before getting along well, try not to mention any sensitive words.

But he can give Professor Slughorn some subtle psychological hints through some metaphors in daily chatting.

Of course, he is not any psychologist, he only knows that he can try this way.

Maybe one day in the future, when he thinks of the help he once gave Voldemort, he can think of these hints, so that he doesn't have to bear all the guilt and evade the facts.

Finally, open his heart to this best student of his.

"The professor has seen all kinds of people until now; is it really possible to pry open his psychological defense line with simple hints?"

For this plan of John, although Hermione couldn't pick out any faults, to be honest, she was also a bit worried about whether it was effective.

"You are also being superficial; don't deify others too much."

"Voldemort, Professor Slughorn, and even the Headmaster, are all just mortals."

"They are just far surpassing you and me in certain fields, but no matter how powerful they are, they cannot escape the weaknesses and limitations of human nature."

John smiled and analyzed for Hermione, and finally looked at Hermione and said slowly.

"Including us, we also have these limitations."

"The difference lies in whether you can accept these limitations of yours, and after recognizing them, still choose to move forward."

Hearing these words that were a bit profound, Hermione nodded understandingly, and then looked at John who looked like an adult and smiled.

"Which book did you copy these big truths from again?"

"Hey, you, what do you mean by copying! This is called thorough understanding after learning!"

Hearing Hermione's exposure, John immediately broke his pose and said with dissatisfaction, restoring his youthful feeling.

After Hermione covered her mouth and chuckled for a while, she stared at John and said seriously.

"I still like you like this, John; you don't have to put all the heavy burdens on your shoulders, and you don't have to deliberately play the so-called adult."

"Cough cough, I also copied a paragraph from a book, listen well..."

"So-called adults are actually just a group of children who are confused and afraid, but bite the bullet and move forward, trying hard to act out."

Hearing Hermione's words, John was slightly stunned, not knowing how to respond for a while.

Hermione came to the front of John, gently held John's wrist, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

Then she stepped back half a step with a blushing face and smiled: "So, John, you don't have to pretend to be an adult; you are already very great."

Looking at Hermione's bright and moving appearance, John's heart couldn't help but jump fiercely.

Then he reached out and pulled Hermione into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

Although Hermione was startled, she soon closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around John's neck, and responded to his kiss.

The moonlight spilled through the window lattice onto the silhouettes of the two hugging, and they hadn't separated for a long time.

Snape's workshop.

"I said I need a colorless and odorless poison!"

"Impossible, no matter if you get poison or raw materials from me, once discovered, it will definitely be found out."

In the dim workshop, two people stood opposite each other, one of whom was naturally our Professor Snape.

The other one was Draco Malfoy.

It's just that Draco's state at this time was a bit haggard, with blue-black under his eyes, and his mental state was also very poor.

"Then how do you want me to kill him! Rely on my hands?"

Draco shouted at Snape in a low voice with dissatisfaction, his voice carrying suppressed collapse and despair.

"Now the school is sealed, and everything sent into the school has to be checked; I simply can't get poison from the outside!"

"You have taken an oath! You must help me!"

Listening to Draco's words, Professor Snape didn't have much reaction, just said coldly.

"My oath is to protect you, but not to go to die with you."

"And Filch's inspection is not as careful as you think; just mix the poison into a bottle of wine."

Draco rubbed his fingers nervously, but still nodded.

This was the only way.

"Then how should I send the wine to his hands afterward?"

Draco asked again, but Professor Snape seemed to have noticed something, and his gaze swept sharply toward the ventilation window of the basement, where a black beetle was lying there.

"Hmm...?"

Professor Snape narrowed his eyes and directly pulled out his wand, pointing at the beetle.

But didn't do it immediately.

Draco also looked in the direction of Snape's gaze and also saw the beetle, but didn't take it seriously.

"Oh, I'm really convinced; I'm discussing big things with you now, what are you staring at a dirty bug for? Does it have the answer to help me complete the mission?"

Draco vented his dissatisfaction directly; his current pressure was huge, basically a powder keg.

He wouldn't endure anything he could curse out.

Professor Snape's movement was paused by Draco's words, and he scanned Draco coldly.

Then he looked at the direction of the beetle again, but after just this moment, the beetle had disappeared.

Seeing this, Professor Snape's face instantly sank to the point of dripping water, and he turned around and grabbed Draco by the collar, cursing in a low voice.

"Do you know where you are now!"

"You'd better pray that it really was a damn bug!"

"Otherwise we'll all die!"

After speaking, he directly pushed Draco away violently, and he himself turned and left gracefully.

Only Draco was left sitting on the ground, panting heavily.

Impossible mission, fear of being discovered, despair of being isolated and helpless.

The powerless feeling of suffocation surged from the depths of his throat, and the pressure washed over his nasal cavity like seawater, choking him until his eyes went black.

In the end, he could only lie on the ground and make bursts of retching sounds.