Vizet replied, "Even with a healer assisting the treatment, they generally only make it to forty."
"Over the course of it, the patient grows weaker and suffers more and more because of the magical illness, until they can only spend the rest of their life bedridden."
Chris frowned and sucked in a sharp breath. "Hiss! That sounds awful! Seems only slightly better than being locked up in Azkaban."
"That was all in the past!" Terry's voice was full of relief. "Now that Vizet has overcome this magical illness, they won't have to die in such agony anymore."
Vizet said, "It wasn't just my achievement. I'm very grateful for Mr. Slughorn's help."
"If he hadn't helped so wholeheartedly, it would certainly have taken me a great deal of time to refine the entire Treatment Plan."
Anthony had a far more practical perspective. He pursed his lips and did not voice what he was thinking.
Vizet had always been this sort of person. He always maintained sincere gratitude toward those who had helped him.
Anthony knew very well that it was precisely because Vizet always kept such a mindset that he could continue improving and keep receiving help from others.
Whenever he visited his great-uncle, Newt Scamander, however, he would always hear various guests' opinions of Horace Slughorn.
After hearing so much about him, Anthony had come to know Horace Slughorn reasonably well.
Horace Slughorn's insight did not come free. He only favored Wizards with connections, talent, or those destined to make a name for themselves in the future;
Once those Wizards became famous, he would use them as conversation pieces, boast that "I helped him back then," and thoroughly enjoy the admiring looks from those around him.
It had to be said that Horace Slughorn truly was a typical Slytherin. No