Chapter 132: “Stay”
Elaine Shafiq, a new member of the Slug Club? Matthew furrowed his brow in disbelief.
Although the moniker Slug Club might sound somewhat unflattering, the clubs entry requirements were quite high.
Not just anyone could become a member.
At this time last year, among the first-year students, the only individuals who received Slughorns invitation were Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom, two young boys hailing from prestigious families.
To join the Slug Club, one typically had to be a scion of a well-known and successful lineage or have a family with influential connections in the magical world.
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For first-year students, the latter criterion wasnt exactly a reliable route.
Even though Matthew didnt have any extensive interactions with Miss Shafiq, a student who could easily forget the password to the common room wouldnt be one. Hed classify as exceptionally talented.
That Professor Slughorn would choose Elaine Shafiq as a member at the start of the school year seemed ludicrous.
As for the prior criterion, it might have been valid two months ago.
After all, Mr. Shafiq, who managed Flourish & Blotts Bookstore, could have been considered successful back then.
But now, he was residing in Azkaban, dining on prison fare due to his alleged involvement in a smuggling incident.
No matter how Matthew tried to fathom it, he couldnt quite grasp why Professor Slughorn would extend his favor to Shafiq.
Unless
Matthew eyed the Potions Professor and Slytherin house head suspiciously.
Once again, applause echoed, although it was noticeably less robust this time.
After all, the name Hermione Granger was well-known around Hogwarts, while Elaine Shafiq was an unfamiliar first-year student.
Behind Professor Slughorn, Shafiq cast a timid glance at the assembly before her.
Feel free to find a seat at that table, Miss Shafiq, Slughorns enthusiasm remained undeterred.
Shafiqs gaze swept across the room and soon alighted on a familiar face.
Mr. Wickfield!
Hermione imbibed half a glass of mead, and her cheeks took on a rosy hue.
At that moment, Matthew tapped her on the shoulder. Hermione! Hermione!
What is it? Her response carried a touch of hostility.
Matthew seemed to recall something and addressed her earnestly. By the way, Hermione, has anything been unusual with your pet, Crookshanks, lately?
Under the influence of alcohol, Hermiones irritation intensified.
Not even half an hour into the banquet, Matthew was finally initiating a conversation with her about her cat, of all things?
No, and its none of your concern! she snapped.
Unfortunately, due to the boisterous atmosphere of the banquet, Matthew was somewhat distracted and failed to catch the emotion in her voice.
I encountered a cat resembling Crookshanks on the second-floor landing before I arrived at Professor Slughorns office. Thought it best to alert you Matthew continued, his tone serious. It might be a good idea to keep an eye on it.
I can handle my pets just fine, Mr. Wickfield! Hermione responded frostily. You neednt trouble yourself.
Understood, Matthew nodded.
He then turned his attention back to Elaine Shafiq. Miss Shafiq, he said kindly, you might want to try the lamb chop; its quite delicious.
Hermione raised her goblet and emptied it swiftly, her irritation plain for all to see.
Beside her, Neville stared wide-eyed, taking in the astonishing scene.
The dinner stretched on for nearly two hours.
With appetites satisfied, the guests began to depart.
Hermione, in particular, wasted no time in making her exit. Eager to leave the gathering behind.
Just as Matthew prepared to leave for the Slytherin common room with Shafiq.
Matthew, hold on a moment! Professor Slughorns voice rang out, halting him in his tracks.
Whats the matter, Professor? Matthew raised an eyebrow in puzzlement.
Theres something Id like to discuss with you, Professor Slughorn stated, his tone holding a measure of gravity.