Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Chapter 570 The Proper Use of Aphrodisiacs

Chapter 566 The Proper Use of Aphrodisiacs

The plan was targeted by their arch-enemy before it even began.

What should I do?

I need help online, it's a bit urgent.

This must be Malfoy's true feeling.

It's always been like this. Whenever he tries to do something, Harry is like a piece of chewing gum that he can't shake off, sticking to him, disgusting him, and hindering his actions.

If the operation goes smoothly, then things will be fine—

Each time, this stubborn pest would cause all his plans to be destroyed.

Was he just too stupid?

How could that be?

So why is that?

Malfoy attributed all of this to fate.

Fate had him working against him, and his luck was clearly far inferior to Harry's—just look at how Harry, after being hit by an Avada Kedavra and still alive and kicking, was still here.

"When you are phantomized, the most important thing to remember is the three Ds."

"Remember 36D?"

Some of the young wizards and the headmaster unexpectedly misheard the words.

Surprising? Perhaps.

Sean immediately set his sights on Susan, the only one in the crowd who fit the 36D figure.

Swaying and trembling.

It will definitely look great.

This refers to magic wands; magic wands are very beautiful.

Before Christmas last year, he had a unique, in-depth, and incisive conversation with Susan's aunt, Amelia, at the manor.

The conversation was roughly about "how to properly meet unknown challenges in an increasingly severe situation".

The conversation was very effective.

After they laid out their thoughts frankly, they both realized the other's determination to "save" the wizarding world.

This led to a new agreement:

On the surface, they are at odds with each other within the Ministry of Magic, but in private they maintain close contact.

Everything is for the sake of the wizarding world!

Therefore, Amelia entrusted Susan's education entirely to Sean.

This is why Susan spent last Christmas at Black's old house.

In return, Sean showed Susan everything about the Order of the Phoenix.

Showing it to Susan is also showing it to Amelia, to demonstrate mutual trust.

Anyway—the Order of the Phoenix doesn't have much to do with Sean.

This also brought the Burns family and Sean much closer together.

So, the magic wand is really beautiful.

Sean still couldn't forget that big, white magic wand.

"The first step is to focus your attention on your target, which is the wooden circle in front of you."

As I've said before, the world is a giant repeater.

Everyone was secretly glancing around, trying to see if anyone else was staring at the wooden ring.

"The second step is to resolve to occupy the space you desire, letting the urge to enter overwhelm any part of your body."

There is some ambiguity.

But as long as your mind is pure enough, you won't think in the wrong direction, right?

Everyone stared intently at the circle, as if they were cross-eyed, imagining themselves standing inside it.

But does it really work?

Many people didn't believe it from the bottom of their hearts, which led to their failure three minutes later.

If you can't even believe in yourself when you do something, how can you expect to be favored by success?

"Step three, listen to my command, and get ready to begin!"

"three."

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Many young wizards were caught off guard by the fast pace.

What's going on?

They're going to use Apparition in less than five minutes?

Many young wizards fell to the ground, and even Hermione, who always succeeded at everything, failed.

The four deans, along with Sean, had anticipated this outcome.

That's how they all got through it.

Back then, it took Sean several months to practice Apparition.

"Remember the three Ds, and do it again."

Some young wizards unfortunately suffered the loss of body parts.

It's terrible.

It's terrifying.

No one would want to experience that feeling again.

"I don't like apparitions anymore."

"Me too."

"Flying is what makes it interesting."

How long does it take to reverse public opinion?

A few hours.

The enthusiastic discussion that began in the afternoon and continued into the evening resulted in a complete reversal of public opinion regarding the apparitions.

"But don't you guys think Apparition is really cool?"

What's the use of being cool?

It's so difficult, they can't master it.

Do they not know what grapes taste like if they can't reach them?

It may not be sour, but it's definitely not sweet.

The three children returned to the Gryffindor common room exhausted, and Harry told Ron and Hermione about what he had just discovered.

Over the next few days, Harry evolved from a "street hustler" into a "very arrogant" person.

But perhaps this incident served as a wake-up call for Malfoy.

Malfoy has been keeping to himself and his friends in the classroom and common room these past few days.

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Two points in a straight line.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Ginny were also preparing their drinks.

After numerous experiments, both of them made progress.

Sean's table now has three main types of drinks: honey lemon black tea, whiskey black tea, and brandy oolong tea.

What's the progress for Ginny?

"Ginny, you're looking for me—"

"Lavender, I know you like my brother."

Ginny's words were astonishing. Lavender was stunned for a moment, his mouth slightly agape.

"What—what are you saying?"

Lavender's voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

-

"I'm not here to tell you to stay away from him," Ginny gently shook her head, "It's just—I think you shouldn't keep this to yourself—you're a good girl, but you shouldn't wrong yourself for him."

Lavender's eyes reddened slightly.

My sister-in-law's words of comfort were heartwarming, but comfort can't put food on the table and can't solve the actual problems that arise.

"But he can't see me—what should I do?"

Ginny provided the answer.

"Go for it. Love is not about begging, but about competing. Be ruthless and do everything you can to get it."

After Ginny left, Lavender couldn't help but think of the advertisement on the Weasley Twins' store flyer that had appeared under their dorm room door that morning:

The person who once made your heart flutter has finally fallen for you!

Time quickly came to the moment when Sean gave Harry his last lesson.

This is the last memory that Dumbledore entrusted Sean to show Harry; it's very short.

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The three had just entered the memory when they saw a younger version of Slughorn.

Instead of a bald head, he had a thick head of blond hair.

Having gotten used to seeing bald heads, looking at this head of hair just doesn't feel right anymore; it's like a wig.

How did Sgrahorn end up here?

Where is this place?

It was Slughorn's office, and sitting around him were young Riddles.

"Sir, is Professor Miles retiring?" Riddell asked.

"Tom, Tom, I know but I can't tell you." Slughorn shook a sugar-coated finger at him reproachfully, but then winked, slightly ruining the effect. "I have to say, I'd like to know where you got your information, son. You know more than half the teachers."

Riddle smiled slightly, and the other boys laughed along, casting admiring glances at him.

"You little devil, you know things you shouldn't know, and you're so good at trying to please important people—by the way, thank you for the pineapple, you guessed it, it's my favorite."

As the boys chuckled, a strange thing happened.

The entire room was suddenly enveloped in a thick white fog.

Slughorn's voice rang out in the room, loud and unnatural.

You will make mistakes, child, remember my words.

The fog dissipated as suddenly as it had arrived, but no one mentioned it, and their faces showed no sign of anything unusual that had just happened.

The small gold clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"Good heavens, is it already time?" Slughorn said. "We should go, kids, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, paper due tomorrow, or you're in solitary confinement. You too, Avery."

Slughorn got up from his chair, took the empty cup to the table, and the boys filed out.

But Riddell fell behind.

It was clear he was deliberately dawdling, hoping to stay alone in the house with Slughorn.

"Hurry up, Tom," Slughorn said, turning around to find him still there. "You don't want to get caught outside when you should be sleeping, do you? You're the prefect—"

"Sir, I'd like to ask you something."

"Then ask quickly, child, ask quickly—"

"Sir, I would like to ask if you know anything about Horcruxes."

Here we go again—the room is shrouded in thick fog.

Then Slughorn's voice rang out again, just like before.

"I know nothing about Horcruxes, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Get out now, and don't let me hear you mention it again!"

"Okay, that's all for now, I should go."

This memory left Harry completely bewildered.

"What happened?" he asked.

Sean quietly took a step back and took a piece of parchment from his desk.

"Harry, Dumbledore has given you a task."

This appearance is reminiscent of the way imperial edicts were issued in ancient times.

For Harry, the task Dumbledore gave him was, in a sense, a divine decree.

"What's wrong?" Harry was even more confused.

He took the parchment, on which were Dumbledore's instructions.

"Dumbledore wants you to find a way to get the truth about this memory from Professor Sglahorn."

Even if the other party involved in this truth is in this room.

To put it simply, this memory is about him asking Sgarhorn about the creation of Horcruxes.

After his doubts were answered, he began to create Horcrux one, "himself," Riddle, which was the first one to be made.

"Can I do it?" Harry murmured, looking at Sean.

Sean took another step back, avoiding Harry's gaze.

"I won't help you, Harry. Dumbledore didn't ask me to do that."

"So—what do you think I should do?"

"Truth serum and Legilimency didn't work on him, so I guess—should we give him a bottle of aphrodisiac?"

Sean casually cracked a joke.

But to his surprise, he found Harry quietly clenching his fist.

Could it be that he actually believed it?

After Harry returned, he kept thinking about how to get Slughorn to "give in".

Aphrodisiac?

He didn't consider using that kind of thing.

It's too abstract.

He really wanted to use Legilimency and Truth Potion—but Professor Phillips had already said they were useless.

Should we just go and ask?

Given Slughorn's extreme enthusiasm for him, perhaps he can succeed?

"What?! You want to consult about Horcruxes!"

Sglahorn stared at Harry in disbelief, and Harry even had a momentary lapse of judgment:

Does Professor Sgrahorn think he's gone mad?

Then, Sglahorn realized what was happening.

"Who sent you here? Phillips? Dumbledore? Or—"

Who else could it be?

Seeing Sglahorn's panicked expression, Harry had reason to suspect:

It wouldn't be surprising if Voldemort's name came out of Slughorn's mouth.

To be precise:

He didn't dare call the other person Voldemort, only the mysterious man.

Should I lie? Or tell the truth?

Before he could make a decision, Slughorn was already making a move to leave.

"Whoever sent you, you're sorely mistaken if you think you can learn anything about Horcruxes from me—I, Horace Slughorn, know absolutely nothing about Horcruxes!"

Harry was stunned as he watched Sglahorn's departing figure.

How do I even begin?

Does this mean we really have to use aphrodisiacs like Professor Phillips suggested?

Let's start by attending a party in Sgrahorn.

Perhaps—we could try looking for relevant information at the library?

The library found itself involuntarily connected with Hermione. Perhaps—it could seek Hermione's help?

Hermione readily accepted the responsibility.

She is always eager to help others when they trouble her with matters of knowledge.

"Leave it to me; there's nothing in the entire library I don't know."

only----

Half a day later, she stormed out of the library.

"Using my position as prefect, I searched the entire restricted section, but I couldn't find what you were talking about—"

I only found this in the preface to *The Most Poisonous Magic*, which says, "You'll hear about Horcruxes, the most evil magical invention, but I won't discuss it here, nor will I offer any guidance." — Why bring that up at all?

But—did she give up?

"How about I ask Professor Phillips for you?"

Harry shook his head. The Horcruxes were something Dumbledore had passed on to Sean, who then passed them on to him.

If Professor Phillips knew—

Will he be asked to consult with Sgrahorn?

What Harry didn't expect was that he was completely wrong about this.

What should we do?

Before he could figure out what to do, Ron walked in from outside the common room, looking dazed.

"Ron, do your homework."

"I won't write it."

Harry was used to this kind of answer.

He didn't want to write either.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Then what?"

"I don't want to do anything."

This feeling, however, was somewhat abrupt.

Could it be that my good friend is troubled by something?

It seems he's not the only one with something on his mind.

"What happened?"

With the intention of helping his friend solve his problem, Harry looked at him with concern.

Ron shook his head and said with a hint of helplessness.

"You don't understand."

"I don't understand?"

Harry pointed to his nose and asked.

Aside from Horcruxes and his parents' affairs—what else could he not understand at Hogwarts?