Seeing Felix's thoughtful expression, Flitwick explained, "Slughorn is the former headmaster of Slytherin House. Like Severus, he teaches Potions."

Felix nodded. He had no intersection with the potion master. He had only heard of his name, but he couldn't put his name together for a moment.

Flitwick said, "It is said that he has a very enjoyable retirement life. Of course, when he was teaching at Hogwarts, he had very high requirements for the quality of life."

"Professor Flitwick--"

"Felix, you can call me by my name." Professor Flitwick waved his hand, "We are already colleagues, right?"

"This...Okay, Filius." Felix said.

"Me too, Felix, we don't need to be so polite in private." Professor McGonagall said.

So Felix said to her, "Minerva." The professor of Transfiguration smiled at him friendly.

Then, he turned his head to look at Snape, who looked back at him expressionlessly, his eyes as if he was looking at a stone.

But Felix was the most familiar with him. He said in a long tone, "Ah, Severus..."

Snape's lips trembled with anger.

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

They all had smiles in the corners of their eyes.

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

"A small glass of canyon water--"

"Mine." Professor McGonagall's voice said.

"A sherry juice soda with ice and conch--"

"Um! Thank you, Rosmerta." Professor Flitwick smacked his lips.

"A glass of water--"

Snape took it silently.

Ms. Rosmerta looked at Felix who had just joined. "This guest, what do you want, oh wait, are you Felix Hepp?"

Felix looked at her in confusion.

He did come to the Three Broomsticks when he was in school, but he never talked to her except for ordering drinks.

Rosmerta looked at him: "Mr. Hep, you don't know how famous you were when you were in school. Many people sit here and discuss your deeds..."

Felix joked to himself: "I guess, it shouldn't be anything good?"

"No, many people admire you." She didn't elaborate, but smiled lightly: "Besides, good reputation and bad reputation are a pair of inseparable friends - inviting one to be a guest, you can't avoid bringing the other. What kind of drink would you like to order?"

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

Flitwick invited, "You should have a glass too, ma'am, and sit with us."

Rosmerta looked at the scattered 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 very good at socializing. After a few sips of wine, she showed a reminiscent expression: "Over the years of running the pub, my greatest pleasure is to eavesdrop on the guests' conversations. Of course, not eavesdropping. In such occasions, they won't tell any secrets..."

"We know what you mean."

"Yes, one batch after another of young wizards come and go, and only the best ones will leave their names and be remembered. Let me think, the most famous in recent years must be Mr. Hap, but in fact there are some others..."

Rosmerta said a name: "Bill Weasley, he should be from the same class as you?" She looked at Felix.

"That's right."

"I remember that he got twelve distinctions in the OWLs exams, and that was talked about a lot at the time," said Rosmerta. "And his younger brother seemed to be the captain of the school Quidditch team, but later he went off to raise dragons."

Professor McGonagall had a stern face. She had always been brooding over this matter: "He should join the national team. Charlie has the potential."

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

"I do..." McGonagall blushed and stammered, "I just feel a pity that there haven't been any good players in the national team in recent years."

She has always been a die-hard fan of Quidditch.

"There is also a little girl named Tonks, her Metamorphmagus is very unique." Rosmerta said, "Think about it carefully, many of them are little wizards from Gryffindor."

Flitwick said a little embarrassedly, "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 have to remind you that Slytherin has the lowest number of people, but has won the most house cup championships."

"Severus! Last year's house cup belonged to Gryffindor, and this year's is likely to be--" Professor McGonagall refuted him unconvinced.

Snape snorted.

Seeing that the deans were about to quarrel, Rosmerta said quickly, "There are many excellent students in each college. This is a fact. By the way, what were you talking about just now?"

Flitwick also tried to smooth things over. He continued, "We were talking about Mercurius Belby. Severus, you should have seen the formula of the wolfsbane potion, right?"

"I saw it. It's a clever idea, but I don't think there is any use in studying this kind of potion."

"At least it solves the problem of werewolves, doesn't it?"

"From a political point of view - it is true, it fills a gap." Snape showed his usual sarcastic expression, "But unless the price of the potion can be reduced to less than seven gold galleons, it will be better than a chain."

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

"As far as the current effect is concerned, the wolfsbane potion can only alleviate the pain of the full moon transformation and keep the werewolves sane, but it cannot cure werewolves." Felix said that this was what he learned when he communicated with Mercurius.

Professor McGonagall smacked her lips. "But this isn't bad at all, if 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, or even terrible.

Although Rosmerta was curious, she wisely did not ask any more questions. The conversation continued, and after a while, she got up to greet other guests.

For a while, several professors discussed their respective teachings.

Felix talked about the dueling course that had just ended, and he expressed regret about the overall level of the young wizards. He said: "The Disarming Spell is not difficult, but only a few people have mastered it." Flitwick

expressed a different opinion after detailed questioning.

"Felix, maybe they just don't understand the concept of dueling. If you ask me, pick out a senior student at random, and the number of small curses he knows will exceed your expectations."

Felix was stunned for a moment. This point of view was something he had never thought of before. When he was in school, he was not interested in the useless small curses at all.

"You mean, they don't know the Disarming Charm because they don't know it?"

"Or, they don't take it seriously. After all, the effect of this spell doesn't please the little wizards." Flitwick is an experienced professor of spells, and he knows the mentality of little wizards very well: "Only those exaggerated and hilarious little evil spells are their favorites."

Flitwick counted on his fingers, "The Tripping Curse, the Knot Curse, the Tickling Curse, the Front Teeth-like Sticks, the Slug Curse... There are too many. Although the school has banned it, these spells are passed down from generation to generation in the hands of little wizards."

Felix said with understanding: "Perhaps, I should tell the little wizards the difference between dueling magic and little evil spells. Severus, what do you think?"

Snape didn't speak, but it meant agreement.

Then, Flitwick asked Felix if he could join the next dueling course.

"I was also a dueling champion when I was young." He said a little embarrassedly, "Don't worry, it's just one class. I just want to share my experience with the young wizards."

Felix looked at Flitwick and said happily, "Of course, Filius."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but interrupt and said, "If you don't mind, Felix, I also want to show the young wizards the application of Transfiguration in dueling."