Just as Bellatrix was feeling somewhat startled and uncertain, the Professor instead sighed.
“The Handmaiden Black, I originally thought your Potion talent was very good, but I didn’t expect your Dark Arts talent to be able to reach this extent. The bloodline of the House of Black is indeed formidable. But as a result…”
His words paused before he finished speaking.
Seeming to think of the current situation, he did not continue.
Although Lord Voldemort had not yet formally unfurled his banner to oppose Dumbledore, the changes in the Wizarding World also told him that there would surely be a war between the two in the future.
And as a slippery person, he did not want to get involved.
At this time, the sudden appearance of Bellatrix, who had great talent in the Dark Arts, made it hard to tell whether it was a blessing or a curse.
Originally, he thought he could absorb Bellatrix into his Slug Club and then establish a connection with the House of Black.
Now it seemed that Bellatrix was very likely also the center of a storm, and he began to hesitate somewhat.
But holding to the idea that the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish, he still decided to absorb her into his club.
And at this point, the current Bellatrix obviously did not know; she was still somewhat worried about Slughorn’s sudden pause.
To be honest, she wasn’t really afraid of the Professor doing anything.
After all, he had once taught Lord Voldemort some unpresentable things, and his own hands weren’t that clean.
What she worried about was that if he told Dumbledore these things, then with Dumbledore’s paranoid personality, her subsequent school life might not be so easy.
“The Handmaiden Black, I would like to invite you to enter my private club, and then study advanced Potions together with your senior schoolmates. What do you think?”
In the end, Slughorn still voiced his invitation.
After finishing, he also felt much more relaxed.
“Hmm?” Although Bellatrix had anticipated it long ago, at this moment she was still somewhat surprised.
After all, just a second ago they were still talking about the Dark Arts.
Seeming to see Bellatrix’s confusion, Slughorn also explained,
“The Dark Arts—any prestigious family that has been passed down for many years will enlighten their children in it, some more and some less. Even Dumbledore is the same. Although he is now called the Wizard leader by many people, when he was young, he was with… And Dumbledore and I can be considered to have known each other since youth; I know a lot…”
He seemed to see Bellatrix’s desire for magic, so he deliberately spoke only half of his words and then cut off the topic at a critical node, wanting to arouse the young girl’s curiosity.
Even regarding the ’emotional entanglement’ between Dumbledore and old Ge, she also knew a thing or two.
However, the information obtained from the Professor’s mouth also proved that Lord Voldemort truly hadn’t lied to her; Dumbledore being able to have his current strength was inseparable from his study of the Dark Arts in his youth.
Then…
She also finally made up her mind to make good use of her Dark Arts talent.
As for joining the Slug Club?
“Of course, I am willing to join the club!”
Bellatrix’s performance at this time was just like being attracted by Slughorn, and she also intentionally revealed a bit of thirst for strength.
Seeing this appearance, the Professor smiled and said, “That’s good. Then every Saturday starting at 4 PM, three hours, ending at 7 o’clock.” Having said that, he handed over a badge.
“This is the Potion club badge, and the classroom is the empty classroom on the first floor of the basement. Looking forward to your arrival.”
Then glancing at the time, “The Handmaiden Black, it’s getting late today, curfew time is coming soon, you should go back and rest.”
And Bellatrix had no intention of staying either.
Following his words, she bid farewell and left.
Coming out of the Professor’s office, whether by coincidence or intention, she unexpectedly ran into Dumbledore in the corridor.
She walked over to his side, first offering a slight bow to show respect for the strong, “Principal, are you looking for me?”
A flash of light crossed Dumbledore’s spectacles, but it quickly disappeared.
“The Handmaiden Black, I must remind you, curfew is coming up soon, you need to hurry up a bit.”
“Alright,” Bellatrix nodded obediently, and was about to turn and leave.
Dumbledore’s voice sounded again, “I heard Professor Horn mention that The Handmaiden Black is very talented in Potions, only I hope this talent does not go astray.”
Bellatrix, who already had her back to Dumbledore, had a gaze that was completely indifferent at this moment.
It seemed she had still been noticed.
She didn’t know what had been noticed, but entering Dumbledore’s field of view was not a very good thing.
After all, to be honest, although her family had to stand behind Lord Voldemort, thinking about going up against Dumbledore still brought a lot of psychological pressure.
Fortunately, she was still a student right now, and this was the most perfect camouflage.
“Mm, I will. Professor Slughorn has agreed to let me enter the Slug Club, and I will work hard.” She didn’t turn back, instead nodding and answering earnestly. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping dot com.
Until she disappeared into this corridor, she could still feel Dumbledore’s gaze staring at her the entire time.
Returning to her dormitory, she took off her robe.
The lining inside was already soaking wet.
It turned out that just Dumbledore’s gaze alone had made her panic to such an extent.
She couldn’t help but wryly smile.
Looking at the scenery in the Black Lake outside the window, the desire in her heart to grow stronger grew increasingly high.
The next day, she woke up very early.
Originally, according to usual routine, she should go to the Great Hall alone, then go to the classroom, or perhaps the library.
But associating it with the White Magic path that Lord Voldemort had once mentioned during the holiday…
She always felt that at least during her time at school, she should make good use of the reputation of the House of Black.
At least within Slytherin, she should appear more leadership-oriented, and a prefect was a good choice.
She came to the common room, flipping through a book while waiting for everyone to wake up.
Someone who got up early saw Bellatrix and was also somewhat surprised.
Ever since someone provoked her in the common room last time and was then disciplined by her, her reputation in Slytherin had been extremely terrifying, and they nicknamed her the Black Witch of the Black Family.
This “Black” was not referring to the Dark Arts, but rather her strength.
Clearly she was only a first-year, but her strength was unfathomable, just like an abyss, pitch Black.
Finally, after she had turned half of the textbook in her hands, she finally waited for the person she was waiting for.
“Mr. Rodolphus Lestrange, do you have time now? I have something to look for you about.”
Unexpectedly, the one called was the male prefect who also belonged to the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and he was also a loyal worshiper of Lord Voldemort.
And after Bellatrix called him, he appeared somewhat unusually excited instead.
“Of course, Bellatrix, you can just call me Rolf. Then let’s go to the Great Hall; let’s chat while eating…”
Having said that, he reached out his hand gentlemanly, and Bellatrix also understood his meaning, taking his arm.
The two walked towards the Great Hall together.