Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Ah, so you are here." Professor Horace Slughorn stood in front of a stand near the corner with a mead glass full of oak aging, "Lisa Torrance, Louise Torrance, it’s nice to meet you."

"Professor Slughorn." The Slytherin second-year twin witches replied at the same time. The voice seemed to have no emotion at all, and it felt somber and depressing to hear it for no reason.

The two sisters in green fur vests stood up at the same time, their long brown hair hanging down, covering a half of their cheeks. The two witches stood erect, with their hands hanging on their sides, their complexions looking a little gloomy.

"I want to congratulate you for adding a new brother during the summer vacation. What name did Jack give them?" Professor Slughorn did not respond to the twins' lifeless expressions, and was still full of enthusiasm.

"Danny." The twin witch replied with the same tone frequency and no joy.

Horace rubbed his temples. After three consecutive days of excitement and unable to sleep, he has not had enough time to replenish the lack of sleep. After gently alleviating his painful nerves, he continued: "I organized a An informal small group called the Slug Club. I will host a few dinners occasionally. I would like to invite you to have dinner with me. If you can come, I will be very happy.” (Slughorn in English is Slughorn, slug means "slug")

"Don't be too busy to refuse, son, your father Jack Torrance is also one of them." Seeing the twins glance at each other, Horace quickly stretched out his finger, "The Yuanwang restaurant opened by your house, he He also invited me to go on vacation, but I never found time. Does he still love writing as much as he did in the past?"

"When there are no guests in winter, he likes to hide in the hotel on the mountain and write a book." Lisa Torrance answered this question.

Luis Torrance continued Lisa: "Professor, we would like to participate."

"It's a good thing to be able to stick to my hobby. Then I will let the owl notify you when I host the next dinner." Professor Slughorn raised his glass, raised it to the twin sisters, and turned to leave. At the time, he saw Alan and Hermione sitting in the corner deck.

"Hello, Professor Alan Harris." Horace couldn't help touching his nose, trying to create a enthusiastic smile that was as sparkling as the gold button on his vest: "I'm Horace, Huo Lars Slughorn, it’s an honor to meet you. I think this is our first official conversation."

"It's nice to meet you." Allen stood up. "Teacher Slughorn's achievements in potions and the textbook you edited have benefited me a lot from this course of study."

Slughorn deliberately turned her head to discover that Hermione seemed to have said, "Excuse me, did I interrupt your date with Miss Granger?"

"Not at all, Professor." Hermione put down her hand holding the butterbeer glass and stood up, then pushed the small basket on the table forward. "Would you like some lemon meringue?"

"The pineapple compote from the three broomsticks is also good, I recommend you to try it too." Slughorn, who wanted to leave with this, had to stand still and grab a small cookie, and pondered a little, "Professor Harris, I will host a dinner in a few days. I wonder if it is an honor to invite you to come here?"

Horace didn’t want to be too close to the Harris family. The Harris family’s power in the magical world is indeed in full swing, but Slughorn spent some time in Europe during the chaos of the first Dark Lord, and he knew that The close relationship between Grindelwald and the Harris family.

The most important point is that although Horace likes to make "excellent" friends and enjoy the privilege of meeting celebrities and successful people, an experience many years ago made him realize that he has made friends with too talented students beyond the scope of "excellent". The danger.

Moreover, although the Harris family’s recent tension with the British traditional pure-blood family, although ordinary wizards cannot understand it, he has learned enough private information through the club he established. Plus some of the weird details revealed by the Harris family from some small details-like Minister Irving Harris' speech and his unnecessary friendship with the International Wizards Federation President Babajid Akinba, Harris The tough remarks broadcast by the TV station recently...These revealed information made Horace feel that these signs are not quite right, although there is no evidence or definite inference. So he didn't want to get too close to the Harris family so as not to burn himself.

Only now that Allen and the others have clearly heard their invitation to the Torrance sisters just now, with the Harris family’s current status in the magic world, even the members of their slug club are very powerful in the magic world. Don't be offended by negligence.

So out of necessary etiquette, Horace Slughorn had no choice but to send out an invitation.

"I'm very happy to receive your invitation, Professor Slughorn." Allen agreed without embarrassment, and Slughorn elegantly touched each other's glass and drank a sip of Gordigan tea. , "I will be there on time by then."

"I will use an owl to attach the specific time and the formal invitation." Slughorn held out a mead glass to Hermione again, "Miss Granger, please also take the time to attend. That will be me. An honor."

"Thank you for your invitation, Professor." Hermione, who tried to take out her umbrella and steered her popularity, also learned how Alan and Slughorn looked like adults, gently clinking glasses with each other and then clinking the butter in her cup. She drank the beer in one go-but after drinking this non-alcoholic fake beer, a circle of cream flowers hung around her lips, which looked like a white beard.

Slughorn twisted the golden button on his waistcoat uncomfortably. He didn't pay attention to this. Allen glanced, and tilted her head slightly in Hermione's direction, indicating that Alan should be responsible for this somewhat embarrassing scene. Remind the other party, then the fat old man who looked blessed suddenly waved to the direction behind the stairs in the lobby, and then bowed slightly to Allen and Hermione: "Sorry, seeing a friend, please forgive me for losing company first."

"Please, Professor." Then Allen followed Slughorn's gaze and glanced at his female partner, raised his brows to hold back the smile, stretched out his fingers, and pointed to Hermione's mouth. Pointing to the same position of his mouth again: "You have a circle on your mouth..."

Hermione, who had just sat down again, glanced at the residual foam remaining in the beer glass, her slightly widened eyes and straight back were silently telling Miss Know-How's embarrassment. After a few seconds, she quickly turned away. , Wiping his mouth directly with the cuff of his wrist in a flustered manner.

Allen, who was also sitting back in the deck, stared at the opponent and finished all of this, then suddenly leaned over, raised his well-knotted, pale and slender index finger, and gently scratched the corner of Hermione’s mouth. The small lump of white cream on the fingertips approached his lips, and slightly stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick his fingertips: "Butter beer with **** juice tastes better."

At the other end of the stairs, the couple who had finished intimacy with Ginny and pretended that nothing had happened had already returned to the long table of their companions with drinks and food. In order to complete the task assigned to him by Dumbledore, Harry took the initiative to raise his hand and waved, greeting Professor Slughorn who had walked over with his stomach. Then he got up and shook hands with his potions professor: "Professor Slughorn, it's nice to meet you."

"Me too, me too." Slughorn smiled and shook Harry's hand enthusiastically.

Harry had nothing to say to him and began to greet the other party: "Professor Slughorn, what are you doing here?"

"The relationship between the three broomsticks and me is very deep." Slughorn held his head high, "I still remember how it was when it was called a broomstick." Horace was not talking. He consciously raised his hand, and the mead in the cup was spilled, almost on Ginny's body.

"Attention, Miss Weasley." Professor Slughorn didn't pay much attention to it. After reminding Ginny to pay attention, he turned around and continued to greet Harry, "This way, boy, how about the past... I will hold a few occasionally. For a dinner, only a few students are invited. Would you like to come? Your good friend Miss Granger will also attend."

Professor Slughorn turned around and gestured for Harry to the deck where Ellen and Hermione were in the corner, but was a little surprised to find two Aurors appeared in front of the deck table, and one Auror was leaning over. He bowed his head and said something in Alan's ear—then Alan and Hermione spoke a few words and stood up, and hurriedly left the Three Broomsticks with the three Aurors.

When Alan walked away, Hermione stood up with a disappointed expression, picked up the cookie basket and the remaining half glass of Butterbeer and walked over.

"I was telling Harry that Miss Granger would also attend my dinner." Professor Slughorn raised the glass and lifted it to Hermione~www.NovelMTL.com~ The Ministry of Magic has something to ask Professor Harris ? "

"It seems so, it seems that there is some official business that needs him to handle." Hermione nodded to the potions professor, and looked at Harry who was standing opposite Slughorn. "Harry, have you also received an invitation? ?"

Harry nodded quickly: "Yes, I'm very honored, and I will definitely attend."

"Hermione, come and sit down." Ginny moved her chair closer to Harry's. Hermione smiled at Professor Slughorn and clinked glasses with Ginny tacitly.

Seeing that Ginny had a very close relationship with Harry and Hermione, Professor Slughorn's eyes flashed: "You are also welcome then, Miss Weasley."

Unexpectedly, Professor Slughorn would also invite Ginny to swallow the drink in her mouth, "Thank you, Professor."

"Very good, wait for my owl to deliver the letter. I, this old man, will not disturb you young people. I wish you a good time." Slughorn turned around, his eyes rested on Ron and Seamus. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "It's also nice to meet you, Seamus Weasley, Warrenby Finnigan."

The two little wizards were embarrassed and didn't know how to respond, but fortunately, Professor Slughorn didn't wait for them to respond, and immediately turned and left after the greeting.

"Ron, we are all his students. He could actually reverse my last name with yours. Did he deliberately?" Seamus was a little uncertain whether the potions professor made a deliberate mistake.

"Ginny and I are still brothers and sisters, both with red hair. He knew she was Weasley, but he thought that my surname was Finnigan..." Ron pointed weakly at Ginny's red hair. "Also Harry, you What the **** are you doing with Slughorn?"

"Dumbledore wants me to approach him..."