Wool's Orphanage

Loren still had six more glass bottles like these in his locket space.

If there were no other Potions masters at the school and no one else had mastered Time Magic, then these two bottles of Felix Felicis should have been two of the bottles he had personally brewed and watched being portioned out last night.

Hermione lightly returned to her original seat and handed one of the bottles to Loren.

"Professor Slughorn gave them to me. One bottle for you and one for me. He said they were the reward from our first Potions class, which he promised us back then."

Loren found the retired old professor, rehired for the position, rather interesting. He had thought their back-and-forth last night had settled the matter, but apparently Professor Slughorn had been waiting for this. Since neither side had really lost out, he could not be bothered to dwell on it and calmly put away the Felix Felicis.

He chuckled softly. "Professor Slughorn is quite interesting. Though he pursues material comforts, he isn't greedy for the Felix Felicis he gets his hands on."

Hermione nodded. "Though he favors club members, he doesn't neglect the other students because of it. He's a good professor with a few flaws."

"It's just that the way he looks at me is rather strange."

"..."

Hermione glanced at Madam Pince by the bookshelves, pressed her lips together without speaking, dipped her quill in ink again, and continued her unfinished translation assignment.

Loren lowered his head over his book and deliberately put on a focused expression. Once the librarian's gaze shifted elsewhere, he began quietly explaining the precautions for Felix Felicis, his voice so low that his lips barely moved.

"...The amount in the glass bottle is enough for several uses. Be careful not to use it