What No One Had Ever Done

Slughorn remembered what had happened to Bellows's mother.

As one of the Wizarding World's most renowned, active, and accessible Potions masters, Slughorn had naturally been consulted about Mrs. Travers's illness and treatment back then.

She had also been one of Slughorn's former students. Though he did not remember her especially well... she had, after all, once been taught by him.

Unfortunately, helpless was helpless. Even a Potions master would not dare claim to be able to heal damage to the soul. No matter how unwilling Slughorn had been, he could only watch his former student slowly and irreversibly wither away.

Thinking of that painful, regretful memory, Slughorn no longer felt like seeking out Manus to discuss Potions. There would be plenty of chances in the future anyway.

Musing that the King Family truly had a long and profound heritage, and that they even knew so much about the Elixir of Life, Slughorn concluded that there must have been masters in the field of Potions among their ancestors. He paced away.

Manus's talent and success were no accident...

"Your mother... don't worry. She will definitely recover."

Manus paused, making an unusually firm promise ahead of time.

In the past, even when Manus was completely confident that he could accomplish something, he would never overstate it in order to guard against accidents. He would only say that he would do his best.

It was a precaution against the other party blaming him if anything unexpected happened. At the very least, Manus could then ignore with a clear conscience any responsibility that had never been his to bear in the first place.

That way, even if the other party tried to do something, Manus would be able to retaliate reasonably.

But this time, Manus still chose to make an absolute promise... Though it