Looking at Felix's thoughtful expression, Flivie explained: "Slughorn is the former dean of Slytherin College, and like Severus, he teaches potions."

Felix nodded. He had no intersection with the potion master, but had heard of the name and could not match the number for a while.

Frivey said: "It is said that his retirement life was enjoyable, and of course, he had very high requirements for the quality of life when he taught at Hogwarts."

"Professor Flivie—"

"Felix, you can call my name." Professor Flivie waved his hand, "We are already colleagues, are we?"

"This...well, Philius," said Felix.

"So, Felix, we don't have to be so polite in private," said Professor McGonagall.

So Felix said to her, "Mileva." The transforming professor smiled friendly at him.

Then he turned his head and looked at Snape, who looked back expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a stone.

But Felix was most familiar with him, and he dragged his long tone and said, "Ah, Severus..."

Snape's lips trembled with anger.

Flivi was suddenly interested in the scenery outside the window, and Professor McGonagall looked at the interior decoration with interest.

There were smiles on the corners of their eyes.

This awkward atmosphere did not last long, and a woman with a graceful figure and a beautiful face came over.

"A small cup of canyon water—"

"My." Professor McGonagall said.

“A serving of sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snails—”

"Well! Thank you, Rosmerta." Professor Flivie said smacking his lips.

"A cup of water-"

Snapemer took it silently.

Ms. Rosmerta looked at the newly added Felix, "What do you want, oh wait, are you Felix Hepp?"

Felix looked at her in confusion.

He did come to "three brooms" when he was in school, but he never talked to her except to call for wine.

Rosmerta looked at him: "Mr. Hepp, you don't know how famous you were when you were in school. There are many people sitting here discussing your deeds..."

Felix teased himself: "I guess, it shouldn't be a good thing?"

"No, there are many people who admire you." She did not specify it, but smiled slightly: "Besides, good reputation and bad reputation are a pair of inseparable close friends - inviting one of them as a guest, you will inevitably bring the other one. What wine do you want to order?"

"A glass of butterbeer, I'm still used to this."

Flivie sent an invitation, "You have a drink too, ma'am, sit with us."

Rosmerta looked at the sporadic tables of guests in the tavern, "Okay, thank you."

After a while, she came back and handed Felix a glass of butterbeer.

Rosmerta sat in the empty seat next to him, with a glass of gin in front of her.

The lady was good at dancing and sipping for a few drinks. She showed a memory expression: "In the years since I run a tavern, my greatest pleasure is to listen to the conversations of guests. Of course, it is not eavesdropping. In such occasions, they will not tell any secrets..."

"We know what you mean."

"Yes, the young wizards come and go, and only the best ones will leave their names, which are memorable. I think, the most famous one in recent years must be Mr. Happ, but there are actually some people..."

Rosmerta said a name: "Bill Weasley, should he be with you?" She looked at Felix.

"That's right."

"I remember he got twelve excellences in the OWLs exam, and this was talked about at the time," said Rosmerta. "And his younger brother, who seemed to be the captain of the Quidditch school team, went to raise dragons later."

Professor McGonagall had a stern face, and she had been resentful about it: "He should join the national team, and Charlie has this potential."

"But that's not what he wants, Minerva," Flivie said. "As professors we should be proud of him."

"I do-" McGonagall blushed and hesitated, "I just feel a pity that there are no good results for the national team in these few sessions."

She has always been a big fan of Quidditch.

"There is also a little girl named Tonks, whose disguise of Magus is very distinctive," said Rosmerta. "Think about it carefully, many of them are little wizards of Gryffindor."

Flivie said embarrassingly: "Ravenclaw also has many outstanding graduates."

Rosmerta blinked, "Of course. They are active in all walks of life and are well-deserved leaders."

Snape snorted: "Ms. Rosmerta, I want to remind you that Slytherin has the lowest number of people, but has won the most Academy Cup championships."

"Severus! Last year's Academy Cup belonged to Gryffindor, and this year's probability is also-" Professor McGonagall refuted him unconvincedly.

Snape sniffed.

Seeing that several deans were quarreling, Rosmerta hurriedly said: "Every college has many excellent students, which is the fact. By the way, what are you talking about just now?"

Frivi also made a smooth move, and he continued, "We are talking about Mockles Belby and Severus. You should see the recipe for the wolf poison, right?"

"I saw it, it was ingenious, but I don't think it's useful to study this kind of potion."

"At least it solved the problem of werewolf, didn't it?"

"From a political perspective, it is indeed the case, filling a gap." Snape showed his usual sarcastic expression, "but unless the price of the potion can be reduced to below seven golden galons, it is not as effective as a chain."

In the wizarding world, werewolfs are basically synonymous with poverty and no one is willing to hire them. So werewolfs either live alone or join in with evil.

"As far as the effect is concerned, the wolf poison can only relieve the pain of the full moon transformation and keep the werewolf sane, but it cannot cure the werewolf." Felix said, these were what he learned when he communicated with Mockles.

Professor McGonagall smacked his lips, "But that's not bad, if it were back then-" She glanced at Snape and stopped talking.

She thought of her former student, Remus Lupin, who was also a werewolf, but the relationship between Lupin and Snape was not good, and it could even be said to be terrible.

Although Rosmerta was curious, he did not ask questions wisely. The chat continued. After a while, she stood up and greeted the other guests.

In the next period of time, several professors discussed their respective teachings.

Felix said of the duel course that had just ended, and he regretted the overall level of the young wizards. He said: "The disarming spell is not difficult, but there are very few people who have mastered it."

After detailed inquiry, Flivie put forward a different view.

"Felix, they might just have no idea of ​​solving the problem. If you want me to say, just pick out a senior student, and the number of small evil curses he will have will exceed your expectations."

Felix was stunned for a moment. This point he had never thought about before. When he was in school, he was not interested in the useless evil curse.

"You mean, they don't know about the spell because they don't know about it?"

"Or it is not important. After all, the effect of this spell cannot please the little wizards." Frieve is an experienced spell professor. He knows the little wizard's mentality very well: "Only those little evil curses with exaggerated effects and hilarious effects are their favorites."

Flivi turned his fingers and said, "Trump curse, pimple curse, itch curse, front teeth match stick, slug curse... too many. Although the school explicitly prohibits it, these curse are circulating in the hands of the little wizards."

Felix said wisely: "Perhaps, I should tell the little wizard the difference between duel magic and small evil spells. Severus, what do you think?"

Snape didn't speak, but that meant agreeing.

Flivi then asked Felix if he could join him in the next duel course.

"I was also a duel champion when I was young," he said with some embarrassment, "Don't worry, just one class. I just want to share my experience with the little wizards."

Felix looked at Flivie and said happily: "Of course, Filius."
Chapter completed!