Chapter 1078

And then, naturally, the plan failed.

The corridor is now full of people looking out at the dining car, and it is impossible to pass them in an invisible cloak. And he made a very serious mistake.

Harry, somewhat disappointed, put his cloak in his bag, remembering that he would not have attracted all the attention if he had been wearing an invisible cloak, but now more people are watching him than when he came up.

From time to time, students rush out of their cars and take a good look at him. Only Qiu Zhang was an exception. She rushed back to her car as soon as she saw Harry coming. As Harry passed her carriage, he saw through the window that she was firmly talking to her friend Marietta.

Marietta's face was covered with a thick layer of make-up, but it still could not completely cover up the grotesque pustules on her face. Harry chuckled triumphantly and went on.

"You and Qiu are just like this..." Van reen recalled the previous discussion with Ron, the gossip about Harry

However, Vaseline still felt a little helpless when he invited him. This is not an interesting thing. Slahorn is still the same as Dumbledore said

When the three arrived, they immediately realized that they were not the only invitees, but judging from the warmth with which slaghorn welcomed Harry, Harry was the one he was most looking forward to.

"Harry, good boy!" As soon as he saw Harris, rahorn jumped up, and his big belly behind his velvet robe seemed to be filling up the space left in the carriage. His glittering bald head and huge silver beard sparkled like the golden buttons on his waistcoat. "Good to meet you, good to meet you! You must be Mr. Longbottom! " Neville nodded, looking frightened.

"So you..."

"Van Lindel, Professor, we've met!"

"Oh, of course, I know, smart boy, Dumbledore has been praising you in front of me. Come in!" Srahorn beckoned several people into the room, and in fact, the look on his face left a deep impression on the unhappiness of the day.

At slahorn's beckoning, they sat opposite each other on the three remaining door seats.

Fanlin glanced around at the other guests. He recognized a Slytherin student of their grade. He was a tall boy with dark skin, high cheekbones and thin, slanting eyes. There were two other boys of the same grade who did not know. Then, in a corner of the box, a girl who was sitting next to slakhon, who did not understand why she was invited here, was Ginny.

"Well, do you all know each other?" "Braith Sabini is on the same level as you, of course --"

Sabini did not show that he knew the three of them, nor did he greet them; neither did Fanlin and Harry: the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin hated each other in principle, not to mention a few people in Slytherin's box just now Some of them are not very happy.

"This is Cormac mcclargen. Have you met before? No? "

Mcclargen, a big boy with stiff straight hair, waved, and van Lin and Harry nodded to him.

"- and this is Marcus berby. I wonder if you --"

The thin, nervous berby gave them a forced smile.

"- and this charming young lady told me she knew you!" Slaghorn finished his introduction. Harry saw Ginny make faces at the three of them behind slahorn.

"Well, that's the most enjoyable thing," said srahorn, looking comfortable. "There's a chance to get to know you better. Come on, get your napkins. I've finished my own portion. I remember that the dining car is full of licorice sticks. A poor old man's digestive system is really useless Would you like a pheasant, berby? "

Belby took something that looked like half a cold pheasant as if awakened.

"I was just telling young Marcus that it was very fun to teach his uncle darmkos," srahorn told Fanling and Harry what they had been talking about before, and was handing out rolls. "The outstanding wizard, very outstanding, has naturally entered the Merlin order. Do you see your uncle often, Marcus? "

Unfortunately, berby had just taken a big bite at the pheasants; in a hurry to answer srahorn, he swallowed them and choked and turned purple.

"Breathe fresh," slahorn said quietly, pointing his wand at berby, whose windpipe seemed to return to normal immediately. "No I don't often see No, "belby gasped, with tears in his eyes.

"Yes, of course, I guess he must be very busy," said srahorn, looking suspiciously at berby. "I don't believe he invented the wolfberry potion without any effort!"

"I think..." He didn't bite the pheasant until slahorn asked, "er He doesn't have a good relationship with my father, you know, so I don't know too much... "As soon as he heard this, the eagerness of srahorn's expression quickly cooled down, which made van Lin very surprised. In fact, he had never seen the man's attitude so obvious.

Obviously, Babel's greatest effect on hucklehorn was his uncle, but it was obvious that Babel did not meet slahorn's requirements.

Slughorn gave him a cold smile. His voice was so low that he could not hear. He turned to Cormac.

"Well, you, Cormac," said slahorn, "I happen to know that you visit your uncle tibellus a lot, because he has a beautiful picture of you two hunting pygmy together. It was in, I think, Norfolk?"

"Yes, it was really fun, that's right," Cormac said. "We went with Bertie Higgins and Rufus scriinger - obviously, he's not the Minister of magic yet."

"ah, do you know Bertie and Rufus?" Said slahorn happily, as he was handing out another small plate of pie; somehow he missed berby's share.

"Tell me..."

As Fanlin guessed. All of the people invited had connections with well-known or influential people - except Ginny. Srahorn's next question is Sabini, as if he had a witch mother known for her beauty (Fanlin learned from that conversation that she had been married seven times, and each husband mysteriously died, leaving her with a lot of gold). And then there's Neville: it's a very tough ten minutes, because Neville's parents, famous Auror, were tortured crazy by Bellatrix Lestrange and several other Death Eaters. Towards the end of the conversation, Harry felt that slahorn had reservations about Neville, and he was still on the sidelines about whether Neville had the abilities of his parents.

"As for you, Fanlin al..." Srahorn was stunned. Obviously, for a student who could threaten the professor, srahorn had some impression of van Lin

"Oh, I'm listening to the professor." Van Lin said, some reluctant to put down the knife and fork, compared with the wrangle with srahorn, van Lin obviously preferred the food at present, but he had not yet had lunch.

"I've heard of you, a man of great power, which is rare."

"It's not a difficult thing, professor. As long as you practice hard, I think everyone here can do it." Fanlin said, a circle of good feeling card was sent out, which let At least it makes Cormac feel good.

"Oh, of course, everyone here is not bad." Slahorn added, "so I heard Dumbledore say you're still an alchemist?"

"Oh, I'm just a beginner. I studied with Professor nicoleme, but unfortunately, Professor nicoleme didn't have much time to teach me, as you know."

"Oh, it's a pity." Slakhon said, but in a flash, he couldn't find any better topic. There are a lot of things that van Lin can say, but all of them are simply covered by Vaseline. As for more, it is not what srahorn can know.

"Well, now," said srahorn, with a big adjustment in his chair, looks like the host is going to introduce his star actor.

"Harry Potter! Where to start? I think that meeting in summer only let me know something about you He looked at Harry as if he were a very fat, juicy pheasant, and then he went on to say, "that's the one, they all call you now!"

Harry said nothing. Berby, Cormac and Sabini were all staring at him.

"Of course," said slahorn, looking more closely at Harry, "rumors have been around for years I remember that time - well, on that terrible night, Lily James - and you survived - they said it was because you had extraordinary abilities - "

Sabini coughed a little to show that he was both amused and suspicious. Suddenly there was an angry voice behind slahorn.

"Yes, Sabini, because you are so talented In terms of affectation... "

"Oh Slughorn giggled, looking at Ginny, who was bypassing slahorn's belly and staring at Sabini.

"Be careful, Blaise! As I passed her box, I saw that she had cast a wonderful bat demon spell! I will not go against her Sabini was just a look of scorn.

"Anyway," said slahorn, turning to Harry. "So much gossip this summer. Of course, no one knows which one to believe, and the prophet's daily is known for its false reports and mistakes - but there's no doubt that many people witnessed the big riots in the Ministry of magic at that time, and you're in the middle of a whirlpool! "

"Oh, and Fanlin, who is also present. If we speak of strength, it is obvious that Fanlin is more in line with it!" Said Harry, and he lifted van Lin out."Oh, there's no denying that Al is powerful, but he can't be confused with you, can he, Harry..."

Fanlin did not refute, and Harry could not think of any coincidence or similarity between himself and van Lin, and he was the only one in the prophecy.

Harry nodded and said nothing. Slaghorn smiles at him.

"So modest, so modest, no wonder Dumbledore was so spoiled - so you were there? But the rest of the story - so heard, of course, no one knows what to believe - such as the prophecy of the legend - "no prophecy, Professor!" Said Harry.

"That's it," Ginny said decisively. "Harry and van Lin are here, and all the nonsense about the real one is made up by the prophet daily as usual."

"Yes Well Of course, the prophet's daily reports are often exaggerated... " Srahorn continued, sounding a little disappointed. "I remember my dear gervino told me - I mean gervino Jones, of course, who is the captain of hollyhead harpy."

he fell into a long nostalgic reverie, but Harry clearly felt that slahorn had not let him go, nor believed Neville and Ginny.

In the twinkling of an eye, the afternoon slowly passed. Before that, Fanlin took advantage of his position as the president of the student union to leave in advance to find Hermione. As for the reason, except that he was full, Fanlin could not think of any reason to let him stay here.

Despite the keen eyes of Harry, Ginny and Neville, Fanlin was the first to leave, while slahorn kept telling anecdotes about the outstanding wizards he had taught, all of whom happily joined what he called the "Slug Club" when they were at Hogwarts.

Harry couldn't wait to leave, but he couldn't think of a polite way. When the train finally pulled into the sunset through another long stretch of fog, slahorn looked around and blinked in the dusk.

"My God, it's getting dark! I didn't even notice that they had the oil lamp on! You'd better go and put on your school robes, all of you. Mcclargen, you must come to me and borrow that little pig book. Harry, Blaise - you can come any time. You too, miss, "he winked at Ginny.

"All right, go, go!" When Sabini pushed past Harry, he gave Harry a dirty look, and Harry paid him back. He, Ginny and Neville followed Sabini back.

"I'm glad it's over at last," muttered Neville. "He's a weirdo, isn't he?"

"Yes, a little bit," said Harry, his eyes fixed on Sabini.

"Why are you there, Ginny?"

"He saw me curse Zachary Smith," Ginny said. "Remember D.A The huckepatch idiot at the party, right? He kept asking me what happened to the Ministry of magic that night, and I was a little bit annoyed, so I cursed him - it happened that srahorn came in and I thought I was going to be locked up, but he just thought it was a great magic and invited me to lunch! It's crazy, isn't it? "

"But it's a better reason than people who rely on their mother's fame," Harry frowned at the back of Sabini's head, "or better than those who rely on their uncles..."

Harry stopped. An idea suddenly occurred to him, a little rash but perhaps wonderful A minute later, Sabini would return to the Slytherin class box, and Malfoy would sit there, thinking that no one but Slytherin's group around him would hear what he was saying What if Harry can't hear him sneaking into the car? Indeed, there was not much left of their journey - less than half an hour's walk from Hogsmeade station, judging by the wild scenery flashing through the window - but since no one took Harry's conjecture seriously, he had to prove it to them.

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