HP Magic Biography

Then, naturally, the plan fell through.

The hallway was now full of people looking out for the dining car, and it was impossible to walk through them with the cloak of invisibility on. And he also made a very serious mistake.

Harry put the cloak in his bag somewhat disappointedly, remembering that he wouldn't have gotten all the attention if he had been wearing the Invisibility Cloak, but there were more people looking at him now than when he had just walked over.

Every now and then, students would rush out of their cars to get a good look at him. The only exception was Cho Chang, who rushed back to her compartment as soon as she saw Harry approaching. Harry saw her through the window as she passed her compartment, talking firmly to her friend Marietta.

Marietta had a thick layer of make-up on her face, but it still couldn't completely cover up the strangely shaped pustules on her face. Harry smiled smugly and walked on.

You and Qiu are like this... Fan Lin recalled the previous discussion with Ron, the gossip about Harry...

However, regarding Slughorn's invitation, Fan Lin still felt a little helpless. This is not an interesting thing. Slughorn is still the same, just like what Dumbledore said...

When the three of them arrived in the carriage, they immediately found that they were not the only ones invited, but judging from the enthusiasm with which Slughorn welcomed Harry, Harry was the one he was most looking forward to.

Harry, good boy! Jumped up at the sight of Harry Slughorn, whose big belly behind his velvet robe seemed to fill the rest of the compartment. His shiny bald head and huge silver beard shone like the gold buttons on his waistcoat. Nice meeting, nice meeting! You must be Mr. Longbottom! Neville nodded, looking terrified.

so you……

Valin El, Professor, we met!

Oh, of course, I know, smart boy, Dumbledore has been praising you in front of me, come in! Slughorn beckoned a few people into the room, in fact, judging by his expression, for the day's Unpleasant but very impressive.

At Slughorn's sign, they sat face to face in the three remaining seats near the door.

Fan Lin glanced around at the other guests. He recognized a Slytherin in their year, a tall, dark boy with high cheekbones and narrow, slanted eyes; Immediately afterwards, in a corner of the box, there was a girl sitting crowded next to Slughorn, who seemed to still not understand why she was invited here. That was Ginny.

Okay, do you all know each other? Slughorn asked Harry Fanlin and the others, Brace Zabini is at the same level as you, of course—

Zabini did not show that he knew the three of them, nor did he rise to greet them; Van Lin and Harry were also indifferent: Gryffindor and Slytherin students hate each other in principle, not to mention, just now in Slater In Lin's box, several people were still arguing a little unpleasantly.

This is Cormac McLaggen. You've met before—? No?

McLaggen, a large boy with stiff, straight hair, waved, and Van Lin and Harry nodded to him.

—And this is Marcus Belby, I don't know if you——?

A small, nervous Belby smiled at them with a forced smile.

—and this charming young lady told me she knew you! Slughorn concluded his introduction. Harry saw Ginny grimace at the three of them from behind Slughorn.

Well, this is the most delightful thing, said Slughorn, looking contented, to have this opportunity to get to know you all better. Come on, get your napkins. I've finished my meal. My share, I remember, the dining car was full of licorice sticks, a poor old man's digestive system can't handle it... Would you like some pheasant, please?

Belby?

Belby, as if awakened, took what looked like half a cold pheasant.

Just now I was telling little Marcus that it was very fun to teach his uncle Damcos back then, Slughorn told Fan Lin and Harry about the previous conversation, and distributed bread rolls to everyone. Excellent wizard, very eminent, in the Order of Merlin as a matter of course. Do you still see your uncle often, Marcus?

Unfortunately, Belby had just taken a big bite out of a pheasant; in his haste to answer Slughorn, he swallowed them all in one gulp, choked and turned purple.

New breath, Slughorn said calmly, pointing his wand at Belby, whose windpipe seemed to return to normal at once. No . . . not often . . . no, gasped Belby, with tears in his eyes.

Yes, of course, I guess he must be very busy, Slughorn looked at Belby suspiciously, I don't believe he invented Wolfsbane Potion without any effort!

I think... he didn't dare to bite the pheasant until Slughorn had finished asking, well... he didn't get on very well with my dad, you know, so I don't know too much...

Upon hearing this, it was visible to the naked eye that Slughorn's earnest expression quickly cooled down, which surprised Fan Lin. In fact, Fan Lin had never seen that person's attitude so obvious. .

Obviously, Bebir's greatest role to Slughorn was his uncle, but obviously, Bebir didn't meet Slughorn's requirements.

Slughorn gave him a grim smile, and his voice fell inaudibly, and Slughorn turned to Cormac.

Well, you, Cormac, said Slughorn, I happen to know that you often visit your Uncle Tiberus, because he has a nice picture of you two hunting a pygmy together. It was taken in, I suppose, in Norfolk?

Yeah, it was really fun, yeah, Cormack said. We went with Bertie Higgins and Rufus Scrimgeour—apparently, he wasn't the Minister for Magic—

Ah, you know Bod and Rufus, too? said Slughorn cheerfully, as he was passing out small plates of pies again; somehow he had left out Belby's share.

Come and tell me...

Just as Fan Lin guessed. All the people invited were somehow connected to some well-known or influential figure—except Ginny. The next Slughorn questioned was Zabini, apparently because he had a witch mother known for her beauty (Fanlin learned from that conversation that she had been married seven times, each husband mysterious land died, leaving her a heap of gold). Next up is Neville: it's a very tough ten minutes, as Neville's parents, famous Aurors, are tortured insane by Bellatrix Lestrange and a few other Death Eater confederates. Towards the end of the conversation, Harry sensed that Slughorn's assessment of Neville was holding back, and he was still on the fence about whether Neville had anything like his parents.

As for you, Fanlin Ayer... Slughorn paused, obviously, for a student who could threaten the professor, Slughorn really had a somewhat...

Oh, I'm listening to the professor. Fan Lin said, putting down the knife and fork with some reluctance. Compared with arguing with Slughorn, Fan Lin obviously prefers the food now, but he hasn't had lunch yet. with.

I've heard of you, a guy with great power, that's rare.

It's not a difficult thing, professor, as long as you practice diligently, I think everyone present can do it. Fan Lin said, and the goodwill cards were handed out after a circle, which made...at least let the exam Mike found it very helpful.

Oh, of course, everyone here is not bad. Slughorn also added, So, I heard from Dumbledore that you are still an alchemist?

Oh, I'm just getting started and studying with Professor Nicolas, but unfortunately, Professor Nicolas doesn't have much time to teach me, I believe you know that.

Oh, this is really a pity. Slughorn said, but he couldn't find any better topics in a blink of an eye. There are many things that Fan Lin can say, but they are all covered by Fan Lin. Simply cover the past, as for more, it is beyond Slughorn's ability to know.

Now, then, said Slughorn, making a great adjustment in his chair, looking as if the presenter was about to introduce his star performer.

Harry Potter! Where do I start? I think that meeting in the summer only taught me the surface of you! He looked at Harry as if he were a particularly fat and juicy pheasant, and then He continued, The 'Mr. Right', that's what they call you now!

Harry said nothing. Belby, Cormac, and Zabini were all staring at him.

Of course, said Slughorn, looking more closely at Harry, the rumors have been going on for years... I remember when - well - on that dreadful night when Lily - James - and Your surviving—they say it's because you have supernatural powers—

Zabini coughed lightly, showing that he was both amused and skeptical. Suddenly an angry voice came from behind Slughorn.

Yes, Zabini, because you are so gifted . . . in posturing . . .

Oops! Slughorn chuckled happily, looking at Ginny who was walking around Slughorn's belly and glaring at Zabini.

Be careful, Blaise! When I passed by her box, I saw her cast a wonderful bat spirit spell! I won't go against her! Zabini just had a contemptuous expression.

Anyway, said Slughorn, turning to Harry. So much gossip this summer. Of course, no one knows what to believe, and the Daily Prophet has been known to run false reports and make mistakes - but there is no doubt that many people witnessed it at the time. That great commotion at the Ministry of Magic, and you're right in the middle of it!

Oh, there is also Fan Lin, Fan Lin is also present, if it is about strength, Fan Lin is obviously more suitable! Harry said, and carried Fan Lin out.

Oh, it is undeniable that Al is indeed very powerful, but he cannot be confused with you, can he, Harry...

Fan Lin didn't refute, and Harry couldn't think of any overlap, or similarities between himself and Fan Lin, and he was indeed the only one mentioned in the prophecy.

Harry just nodded and said nothing. Slughorn smiled at him.

So humble, so humble, no wonder Dumbledore was so fond of you—then you were there? But the rest of the story—so well known, of course no one knew what to believe—such as this fabled prophecy--

No prophecy, Professor! said Harry.

That's it, Ginny said firmly, Harry and Van Lin were there, and all the nonsense about 'The Right One' is all made up by the Daily Prophet as always.

Yeah...well...of course the Daily Prophet does often exaggerate... Slughorn went on, sounding a little disappointed. I remember dear Gwennor telling me—I mean Gwennor Jones, of course she's the captain of the Holyhead Harpies—

He fell into a long nostalgic reverie, but Harry clearly felt that Slughorn hadn't let him go, nor believed Neville and Ginny.

In the blink of an eye, the afternoon passed slowly. Before that, Fan Lin used his status as the chairman of the student union to leave early to find Hermione. As for the reason, other than that he was full, Fan Lin really couldn't think of it There is no reason for him to stay here.

Ignoring Harry, Ginny, and Neville's earnest gazes, Van Lin left first, while Slughorn kept telling anecdotes about the outstanding wizards he taught, and they all had a good time at Hogwarts into what he calls the slug club.

Harry couldn't wait to leave, but couldn't think of a way to do it without being rude. Slughorn looked around and blinked in the twilight as the train finally pulled out of another long stretch of fog into the afterglow of the sun.

My God, it's starting to get dark! I didn't even notice they were lighting the oil lamps! You better go and change into your school robes, all of you. McLaggen, you must come to me Borrow that book about the hogs here. Harry, Brace - you can come over anytime. You too, miss, he winked at Ginny.

Okay, go, go! When Zabini squeezed past Harry, he gave Harry a dirty look, and Harry reciprocated. He, Ginny and Neville walked back behind Zabini.

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

Yes, a little bit, said Harry, keeping his eyes on Zabini.

Why are you there, Ginny?

He saw me cursing Zacharias Smith, said Ginny, remember that Hufflepuff idiot at the D.A... party? He kept asking me what happened at the Ministry that night Well, I got a little annoyed at the end, so I cursed him - just as Slughorn came in, I thought I was going to be in solitary, but he just thought it was a great spell, and invited me to lunch! It's crazy, right?

But this reason is better than those who rely on their mother's fame, Harry frowned at the back of Zabini's head, or than those who rely on their uncle...

Harry stopped. An idea suddenly occurred to him, a somewhat reckless one that could be brilliant... In a minute, Zabini would be back in the Slytherin box, and Malfoy would be sitting there, thinking that nothing but Slytherin would be around. None of Leitlin's crew heard what he said... If Harry could sneak behind him and sneak into the car, what else could he not see and hear? True, there wasn't much left of their journey - judging by the wild scenery flashing by the window, Hogsmeade station was less than half an hour away - but since no one took Harry's speculations seriously , he will prove it to them.

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