Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 519: Invitation card

Harry and the others can finally get out of the car. Seriously, they have had enough! The carriage swayed like a roller coaster, and it was still the kind without a fixed pole and seat belt.

When they waited until they removed a lot of luggage from the car, they said goodbye to Mr. Weasley and the others who had sent them, and they dragged their suitcases to Hogwarts Castle.

Most of the driveway from Hogsmeade to the school has been cleared, and there is no snow cover. But from time to time on the road, they would encounter icy ground, and they had to walk over it cautiously, so as not to fall on all sides inadvertently.

It took a while before they came to the main entrance of the school dangling.

"Oh, Harry--" Hagrid waved happily when he saw the children of them, "Good morning! Come on, children, come here!"

"Hagrid!" Harry hurriedly pulled the large suitcase, trot two steps to the door, "Hagrid, why are you standing here? Who are you waiting for?"

"Hey, everyone asks when they pass by," Hagrid shrugged. "Let's not talk about that. I have something that needs to be handed over to you--someone just asked me."

As he said, he took out several rolls of parchment from his coat pocket. They were all neatly rolled, with a bunch of purple ribbons tied in between.

Harry took a look. One of the volumes had his name written on it, and the other volumes also had the names of other people he knew.

He left the roll of parchment he had left, and the remaining rolls were handed back to Hermione, Ron, and Neville behind him.

"Invitation card?"

When the three of Hermione had just received it, Harry had already opened his share. The above content is just a sentence, saying that he hoped to invite him to have breakfast or something, and the signature was Slughorn's seemingly unreliable old man.

"I have a part too?" Ron looked at the parchment he had given himself, questioningly, "I don't remember that our family has friendship with him... well... maybe a little bit too?"

"Let me see, it was not because of our parents' friendship..." Hermione said disapprovingly, "Or else, what should I say? Could it be possible that my parents have filled his teeth for him or something?"

"This Mr. Slughorn...who is it?" Neville asked with a puzzled look.

"Horace Slughorn, who was a potions professor at Hogwarts a long time ago, was also the dean of Slytherin College at the time, and it is said that he has a high level of potions. "Hermione explained casually, and then continued, "But what does he come back for? And give us invitations?"

Seeing her looking towards him, Hagrid shook his head hurriedly.

"I just stood here and talked a few words with Maca, and he came over." Hagrid said, "He first invited Maca, and Maca quickly agreed, and then he put these The parchment scroll was handed over to me, so that I can pass it to you when I see you."

"Maca has come?" Hermione was surprised, "I thought he would be late! He was just discharged from the hospital today..."

"He seems to be in good spirits, he should be fine." Hagrid said, and couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect that the man who couldn't even mention his name would die like this..."

"I can mention it now!" Ron happily said, "Isn't it...well, Voldemort...how do you feel like speaking out?"

"I think you are just not used to it," Hermione said, "Let's go first! Didn't that gentleman invite us to have breakfast? Maca is there too..."

"To be honest, I don't want to go," Harry said awkwardly, "I don't like him much."

"Mr. Slughorn is actually a pretty good person and would like to make friends," Hagrid seemed to have a slightly different view. "Very few Slytherin can make friends without seeing himself like him. Of course. , Sometimes he is indeed a little too enthusiastic!"

Hagrid is a typical boss, he has always been more intuitive when looking at people and things. Although this usually makes him overlook a lot of details, and it is often superficial to see people, it is actually not much worse than those smart people.

After all, everyone's mind is difficult to guess. Instead of screaming at the so-called ambiguity, it is better to judge a person's character directly on the surface.

Be aware that the character that people show is usually the part they want others to know. In most cases, that is their principle of being a human being and will not change easily. If you don't plan to have in-depth contact with someone, just knowing the surface is more than enough.

For Slughorn, this old man, Maca has made friends with him in this way. As long as you don't be too gullible, Slughorn is enough to be a good "ordinary friend", especially since he has been obsessed with interpersonal communication all his life, and useful friends can be said to be all over the world of magic.

Being friends with him generally has more advantages than disadvantages.

It's just that Maca would think so, but Harry wouldn't. Most of the little lions like to act on their own instincts and preferences. In this regard, sometimes even Hermione, who has always been smart, is no exception.

After saying goodbye to Hagrid temporarily, everyone dragged their luggage to the Gryffindor Tower first. Even if they are willing to go to the meeting, they have to put down their luggage first, right?

"Really not going?"

In the bedroom, Ron asked Harry behind him as he packed his bed.

"Um...I don't know if I should go..." Harry didn't stop his hands, but hesitated in his mouth. "It's just that Macha seems to have gone...Since Slughorn is Looking at the invitation card sent to him, I think we should probably go and see it."

"I think so too," Ron nodded himself, regardless of whether the two were packing their things back to back. "Breakfast together...hey, this sounds cool!"

Ron, who has been a little shabby since he was a child, is always curious about this kind of activities that sound high-grade and emotional. Maybe before, he had always imagined that he was invited to some high-level private banquets. Now there is a similar opportunity, and he really doesn't want to miss it like that.

……

I don't know exactly how Slughorn did it, at least he did find a decent place for this "breakfast" plan. There were so many empty rooms in Hogwarts, and Slughorn chose a side hall on the first floor that was hardly used.

The house elves who live in the kitchen are always diligent, and even where no one goes, they will conscientiously clean every corner and keep them in a ready-to-use state.

At this moment, when Harry pushed open the side hall door, some slightly messy human voices came out from inside and got into the ears of some of them.

Slaghorn is the loudest among them. At this moment, he seems to be talking happily with a Slytherin student. The seemingly straightforward laughter is in this small side hall. The medium reverberates gently.

But when Harry and the others followed that voice and turned their eyes to Slughorn, they saw a figure they didn't want to see at all.

"Malfoy?" Harry frowned. "As soon as I saw him, I didn't want to join in there anymore."

However, they have all come here, and it is obviously impossible to look back. In fact, as soon as the door opened, Slughorn had already turned his gaze to this side.

"Oh! Isn't this our Mr. Potter? And Mr. Weasley..."

He stood up while saying hello. Maybe it was because the contact with Harry several times didn't go well, he also deliberately adjusted his name to Harry, trying to control the sense of distance so as not to be too abrupt.

"Of course, this must be Miss Granger-you are very famous at Hogwarts, everyone knows you, and your academic performance is always the first!"

"Hello, Mr. Slughorn!" Hermione nodded politely~IndoMTL.com~ Glad you know me, but academic performance doesn't mean much, and I need more effort. "

"You are so modest, charming young lady." Slughorn's polite remarks seemed a bit greasy, at least for an underage girl, it is easy to get goose bumps, "This must Is that Mr. Longbottom?"

Neville heard Slughorn greet him again, and quickly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. For this over-enthusiastic bald old man, the introvert seemed a little frightened.

Slughorn glanced at Neville's face, a faint disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then he once again raised his high interest like a cover.

"Come on! Young ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat!" He said loudly, "Sit anywhere, just be careful not to sit on other people's laps-my parties are always very It’s easy and free, you don’t have to be too restrained."

I said so, but Harry and Neville seemed hesitant. One of them was not very interested in this sudden dinner from the beginning, while the other didn't know where to put his hands.

Even Hermione, who was relatively normal at the beginning, had some worries in her heart after seeing the girl next to Maca.

As for Ron, he should have enjoyed it on this occasion, but Malfoy's presence made him feel a little awkward. Because he found that Malfoy looks very different today. What he has to say is to be too "honest"-he didn't make any provocative behavior when he saw them.

Even if Maca is there, he won’t even dare to stare at him. In Ron’s impression, Draco Malfoy is the kind of guy who bites his head and shows disdain. .