Jealousy

Having obtained Slughorn's memories, Will smiled gently. "Professor, it's not that I want to force you, but I truly hope you can stand on the right side."

Slughorn suddenly realized that his previous dissatisfaction had largely dissipated with Will's smile.

Slughorn grabbed the bottle and took a big gulp of Mead: "Actually, I've always been afraid that this matter will affect me, afraid that Albus will blame me."

But now I've figured it out. Ever since I rejected Voldemort's offer and returned to teach at Hogwarts, I've actually chosen sides.

It's almost laughable that you're still swaying left and right like this...

Slughorn shook his head and smiled bitterly, seemingly lamenting his past lack of clarity.

"Professor, you're actually helping yourself in this," Will, looking at Slughorn. "Don't you want to avenge your other outstanding students?"

Can you really let go of those things? Can you really keep lying to yourself for the rest of your life?

I've heard that Harry's mother was one of your favorite students...

"Ah... Lily..." Slughorn seemed to be lost in thought. After a long while, Slughorn closed his eyes in pain. "Lily, the student I once taught, the one with the highest talent in Potions."

I... I should be ashamed, oh my god, what have I done...

At this point, when Lily was mentioned, Slughorn's emotions seemed to finally break down, and he covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down his face.

Will sighed inwardly. Lily Evans was the Moonlight in the eyes of countless people in that generation.

Harry's survival to this day is entirely thanks to his mother; as for his father, James Potter...?

It can be said that almost all of Harry's suffering from childhood stemmed from James, including the Dursley ' attitude towards Harry, which was largely due to James.

Will didn't rush to leave. He poured himself a glass of Grape Juice, cut a piece of steak, and sat quietly, waiting for Slughorn to finish venting his emotions.

When Will sensed through the Emotion Weaving that Slughorn had finally calmed down, he pulled out a few tissues from the air and handed them to Slughorn: "Professor, you don't need to feel ashamed. Your actions today prove everything."

You are a true Slytherin, proud, shrewd, and cunning. You outwardly protect yourself, but you never relinquish the glory of Slytherin.

I know you've been reluctant to say it's not because you want Voldemort to succeed, but because the current situation makes you feel insecure.

However, if the current situation makes you feel insecure, then you might as well try this...

Will snapped his Finger Snap, and with a crisp "snap,"...

Slughorn suddenly felt a wonderful electric current coursing through his body, and he immediately entered a different state. Everything around him became clearer, and he could feel his thoughts becoming more agile. He seemed to have regained his youthful vitality.

Slughorn quickly realized that he had experienced this feeling twice in his life. Once was when he was 24 years old, when he had a perfect experience of everything going smoothly after taking two spoonfuls of Felix Felicis with his breakfast.

On another occasion, when she was 57, she took two spoonfuls in the morning, and everything went exceptionally well that day.

Slughorn will never forget those two days; they were the two most successful and perfect days of his life.

Today marks the third time in his life that he has experienced this feeling...

This is the feeling of Felix Felicis.

But Will didn't give him Felix Felicis; he just snapped his Finger Snap.

At that moment, Slughorn reacted swiftly and agilely. In a flash, his expression turned to one of horror as he looked at Will: "This, this is..."

Will smiled.

Slughorn began to tremble with excitement, his lips shaking as if Will had just used some kind of Parkinson Curse.

Slughorn finally stammered, "Bless... Bless... Bless... Felix Charm!?"

Will did not deny it. "Yes, Professor, this is something I developed based on the transformation of Felix Felicis, the Felix Charm."

"Oh! Merlin's Cauldron!" Slughorn suddenly howled, jumping excitedly from his seat. He didn't look like a ninety-seven-year-old man at all (Note 1). "Merlin's broken Cauldron! Genius! Oh, genius! So this is genius! This is true genius!"

He looked like he was about to dance, and Slughorn's shouts echoed throughout the Office.

"Professor, you really don't need to do this."

"Of course I need to! Of course I need to!" Slughorn looked at Will, "Tom is nothing compared to you!"

He'll never catch up to you in his entire life, Will! He can't do it!

Oh, Merlin's underwear! Given time, Tom is no threat!

Slughorn was heartbroken, pounding his chest and stamping his feet. "I'm jealous, I'm insanely jealous! I'm so jealous of Severus! He has such a wonderful student, such a perfect disciple!"

Judging from Slughorn's expression, he seems to be regretting retiring to enjoy his later years.

Will smiled and said, "Professor, you don't need to be like that. I am also your student."

"This is different, Will." Slughorn shook his head painfully.

"The same, Professor," Will said with a smile, "The world will know that you are also my professor."

Slughorn's face still showed helplessness, but what could he do?

What's done is done.

"I have some questions, Will."

"May I ask you something?"

"When did you complete the Felix Felicis conversion?" Slughorn asked the question he most wanted to ask.

Fourth grade.

Slughorn gasped. "You first researched something about Potion Transfiguration in your third year, so... how long did you spend on the Felix Charm?"

Will chuckled and corrected Slughorn: "Actually, I completed the Potion Transfiguration in my First Year, but I didn't reveal part of it until my third year."

As for the Felix Charm, I spent almost a whole school year learning, researching, and transforming it, which was in fourth grade.

"But... didn't you participate in the Triwizard Tournament in fourth grade?"

"Yes," Will nodded, "I completed the research in my own time. The competition didn't take up much of my time. I didn't train for the Triwizard Tournament. In other words, apart from the three days of the competition, I spent the rest of my time studying on my own."

Slughorn's expression was one of utter disbelief, as if he were looking at a monster.

He is now quite certain that Will is far superior to Tom Riddle at the same stage.

Will only 18 years old this year, just give him a little more time... Slughorn's eyes shone with an astonishing light...

Will said, "Actually, I'm telling you all this because there are some things I hope you can do for me."

Note 1: Slughorn was born on April 28, 1900, and was 97 years old in 1997 according to the book's timeline.