HP Magic Biography

Yes, he's a vampire, Luna said in a matter-of-fact tone. My dad wrote a long article about this when Scrimgeour first took over from Fudge, but the people at the Ministry wouldn't let him publish it. Obviously, they didn't want the truth to come out!

Harry thought there was absolutely no way Scrimgeour was a vampire, but he was used to Luna taking her father's whims seriously and repeating them, so he didn't answer.

However, if Luna wants to meet a vampire, Harry can help, which is not a difficult thing, especially when Rutherford and Dumbledore have reached a cooperation.

Strange to say, there was a vampire who entered Hogwarts once, but Harry couldn't remember the name of the vampire who played Moody.

What Fan Lin told Harry was that the name of the vampire had been enchanted. If there was no connection recognized by the vampire, even a wizard like Dumbledore would not be able to find out the name of the vampire.

It's hard to imagine how powerful the ancestors of vampires were, casting such powerful magic on the entire race.

While talking with Luna, the two of them approached Slughorn's office without knowing it, and the sound of laughter, music, and loud conversation became louder and louder with their steps.

Whether that was the case, or whether he had been enchanted, Slughorn's room was much larger than the average teacher's office.

The ceiling and walls were draped in emerald green, crimson and gold drapes, making it look like a giant tent. The room looked crowded inside, bathed in red light cast by a gold chandelier in the center of the ceiling, within which danced a troop of real fairies, each a bright spot of light.

From a far corner came loud singing, which sounded to the accompaniment of a mandolin; several elderly wizards, smoking pipes, were conversing intently, shrouded in an indistinct cloud of smoke, Many house-elves were creaking between the forest-like legs, and the silver trays full of food completely hid them, looking like little tables walking around.

Oh, Harry, my boy! Slughorn called as soon as Harry and Luna squeezed into the room. Come in, come in, I've got so many people to introduce you to.

Slughorn wore a fringed velvet hat to match his smoking jacket, and he clutched the Harry's arm, looking as if wishing to Disapparate with him, Slughorn led him straight into the party; Harry grabbed Luna's hand and tugged her to follow him.

Harry, I'd like you to meet Eddie Walpole, a student of mine a long time ago, and the author of Brotherhood: My Life with a Vampire—his friend, of course, Sangkinny.

Walpole was a short man with glasses who grabbed Harry's hand and shook it warmly; while the man named Sangkinny looked a little strange, with a pale face and uniform dark red pupils.

It really made Luna right, Slughorn's banquet really brought a vampire.

Harry stretched out his hand and shook the vampire's. It felt no different from a normal person except for the temperature difference.

The vampire Sanggui just nodded. He was tall and thin, with deep shadows under his eyes. It seemed pretty boring at first, with a bunch of girls standing next to him both curious and excited, but after Harry arrived, the vampire was clearly interested, at least...

Oh, Harry Potter, I'm so happy! Walpole stared at Harry's face with myopic eyes. Not long ago, I was talking to Professor Slughorn, where is the biography of Harry Potter we have been waiting for?

Uh, said Harry, what? Biography?

Harry was a little confused,

I didn't talk about biography earlier, even the interviews in the Daily Prophet made Harry very dizzy, and Harry didn't think there was anything worthy of publishing a book about his deeds.

Learn from Gilderoy Lockhart?

It was probably the most embarrassing semester Harry had ever been through.

Oh, yes, it's just as humble as Horace described! Walpole said indifferently. But seriously—

Suddenly, the way he spoke changed; suddenly it was business, I'd love to help you write this book—people are dying to know more about you, dear boy, you know? It's . . . Eager! If you agree to do a few interviews with me, just four or five hours, we can finish the book in a few months. And it will be no effort at all for you, I promise you - you You can ask Sanggui if I’m right—Sanggui, come here!”

Walpole was suddenly stern, and the vampire was slowly moving towards the group of girls nearby, a hungry expression on his face.

Come here, have a pie, said Walpole, snatching a pie from the elf and stuffing it into Sangkinny's hands, before turning his attention back to Harry. My dear boy, the gold you can earn, you don't know—

I'm not really interested, Harry said firmly, I saw two friends just now, sorry.

He pulled Luna into the crowd; just now he actually saw a mass of long brown hair disappear among the two members of the Weird Sisters with a plate. Hermione! Hermione!

Harry! You're here, thank God! Hi, Luna!

Hey, Hermione! Harry looked at Hermione, who was wearing a sky blue dress...Muggle style, but it was the most comfortable looking of all...

Who are you? Harry looked at the two glasses of juice and an empty glass on the plate, wondering. Where's Fan Lin?

Oh, that's for him, maybe you can grab a couple of glasses, let's go over there...

Then what's the matter with the empty glass, and why you... Harry felt very strange.

Based on his understanding of Fan Lin, at this point in time, Fan Lin should honestly and diligently pack everything for Hermione...

Oh, he's talking to someone, said Hermione, a vampire.

Vampire? Luna's eyes lit up.

Vampire? I saw one just now, walking beside Slughorn, and it was...

I'm afraid they're not the same group, said Hermione, shaking her head. Actually, I don't feel very well with the one with Professor Slughorn.

Same. Harry shrugged his shoulders, So... the one who talked to Fan Lin...

Your Majesty, Mr. Potter, it's nice to meet you. Mr. Fanlin Eyre and I were discussing when you will come over. A tall man suddenly appeared behind Bihari, and suddenly Harry There is a feeling of thorns on the back, that kind of cold breath.

Oh, sorry, I think there have been some problems recently, and some of my abilities can't be controlled well.

So, Rutherford, you should accept my spell honestly. Fan Lin said, pouring some dragon's blood into the empty cup and handing it to Rutherford.

Oh, Mr. Dumbledore has already helped me before that. Rutherford said, I don't think it's necessary...

Go drink yours. Fan Lin said a little angrily. He didn't know why, but it was really hard to have a good impression of the vampire Fan Lin.

Maybe it's because most of the people I come into contact with are people like Trevor or Rutherford who pretend to be 13. If you want to change to a vampire lady or a little loli...

Gabriel is fine, they rolled in one bed...

Hmm... I slept for more than half a month. Of course, the main reason was because of Fleur's unreliability, but in fact, the relationship between Gabriel, Fan Lin and Hermione is quite good.

The five of them walked to the other side of the room, Harry picked up a few glasses of mead along the way, and it was too late when they realized that Professor Trelawney was standing there alone.

Hello, Luna said politely to Professor Traunie.

Good evening, dear, said Professor Trelawney, staring at Luna with difficulty.

Fan Lin smelled cooking sherry again. That was Sybil's favorite taste, and since Firenze came out from the centaur tribe, Professor Trauni's life became more and more difficult.

Both masters of occultism, the two divinationists, to be precise, it was Professor Traunie who successfully showed everyone what it meant to be friends when they were colleagues.

And in this silent duel, it's clear...

I haven't seen you in class lately...

No, I'm taking Firenze's class this year, Luna said naturally, this girl was really outspoken.

Obviously, Sybil was completely defeated in this duel.

Oh, of course, said Professor Trelawney, a little annoyed, with a drunken smile. Or Dobbin, as I usually call him. You'd think Professor Dumbledore would drive the horse away when I got back to class, wouldn't you? But No...we have classes together...it's an insult, frankly, an insult. Do you know that...

Professor Tlawney looked too drunk to recognize the others.

Harry and Fanlin wanted to leave here, especially Hermione. Professor Trauna made Hermione feel uncomfortable, while Rutherford asked.

This is the author of the prophecy? The prophet?

Oh, please... Fan Lin said, If you don't speak, no one will take you...

Oh, hurry up... Harry glanced from a distance, and then saw Slughorn and his friends of unknown rank walking this way.

What you eat?

Eat...eat...

Harry and Fan Lin were embarrassed. They had no choice but to turn around and join Luna, but they made another mistake. They ignored who Luna was talking to.

Harry Potter! said Professor Trelawney in a deep, trembling voice, as she noticed him for the first time.

Oh, hello, Harry said awkwardly.

My dear child! she said in a small voice that carried far. Those rumours! Those reports! That man! Of course, I knew about it long ago... never a good sign, Harry...but why don't you keep taking Divination? For you, this course is the most important!

Ah, Sybil, we all think that the subjects we teach are the most important! said a loud voice, and Slughorn appeared on the other side of Professor Traunie, very red in the face and wearing a velvet cap. crooked, with a glass of mead in one hand and a huge slice of mince pie in the other.

But I don't think I've ever taught such a potions genius! Slughorn looked at Harry with bloodshot but still affectionate eyes. Talent, you know - like his mother! I've only ever taught a few students with that ability. I can tell you, Sibby - why even Severus -

To Fan Lin's horror, Slughorn stretched out his arm, as if to scoop Snape out of thin air.

Stop hiding, come here, Severus! Slughorn belched happily. I'm talking about Harry's extraordinary ability to make potions! Of course you should also take some credit for teaching him for five years!

Snape, held still by Slughorn's shoulders, squinted at Harry through his hooked nose.

This makes everyone creepy, no one has seen Professor Snape in this state, according to the character design, Snape is definitely a member of the ascetic department, hooking shoulders and shoulders, Fan Lin dare not even think about it .

Funny, I don't remember teaching Potter anything.

Oh, it's all about talent! cried Slughorn. You should see what he's handing out in his first class, Deadwater - never seen a student do that well on the first try, not even you, Severus -

Really? Snape said quietly, his eyes still fixed on Harry, which disturbed Harry.

The last thing he wanted was for Snape to start investigating how his new talent in Potions had come about.

Remind me what other subjects you have taken, Harry? Slughorn asked.

Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbalism...

In short, all the subjects you need to be an Auror. Snape let out the slightest sneer.

Yeah, well, that's my volunteer, said Harry defiantly.

And you will be a great Auror! said Slughorn in a booming voice.

I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry, Luna said unexpectedly. Everyone looks at her. The Aurors are part of the Tooth Rot plot, I thought everyone knew. They wanted to bring down the Ministry from within, through the Dark Arts and gum disease.

Everyone laughed, Harry even choked half of the mead up his nose.

Really, that's the benefit of bringing Luna here.

Luna's good-looking skin definitely hides an extremely skinny soul. Who knows where Luna got so many ideas and brain holes.

He coughed and took away the goblet, soaked all over his body, but he was still grinning, when he saw a scene that refreshed him even more: Mr. Filch was pulling Draco Malfoy's Ears come towards him.

Professor Slughorn, panted Filch, his jaw quivering and his bulging eyes shining wildly as he caught the mischievous student. I found this boy lurking in the upstairs corridor. He claimed to be invited to your party, but was delayed in leaving. Did you send him an invitation?

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