[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

Even if he doesn't like Slughorn very much, the dean still has to give him face.

On Saturday night, Abramovich was at a banquet hosted by Slughorn with Anita and Warren, who also received invitations.

The banquet was Slughorn's usual style, and he invited all the students he liked in the house.

It has to be said that although Slughorn's qualifications are average and he is very snobbish, his vision can be said to be very outstanding. Usually, most of the students he wins will have extraordinary achievements in the future.

Although this time it was a banquet held with Theresa as the main character, it was essentially just a social party organized by Slughorn in the name of Theresa.

Remember that Slughorn had never invited Theresa to his club before.

Abu walked into the lively banquet scene and looked around, all of them were familiar faces.

Riddle, Theresa, Arcturus, Potter, Prince...

Theresa, as today's protagonist, stood in the middle of the banquet hall, surrounded by many people.

The scars on her eyes are already very faded, without damaging her beautiful face, you can't see it unless you look closely.

After this incident, Teresa's beauty has attracted the attention of many people, and she has suddenly changed from an unknown girl to the object of many boys.

The shadow of Halloween night also faded along with the scars, after all, it did not cause irreversible damage.

Received a lot of attention and concern, and more friends gathered around her, and Teresa gradually became more cheerful.

It can be said to be a blessing in disguise.

"Theresa, congratulations on your recovery." Abu handed the recovery gift prepared in advance to Theresa, and Theresa took it with a blushing face.

"Thank you chief."

Anita also took out her and Warren's presents, she hugged Theresa, and said with a smile: "Theresa, you are getting more and more beautiful, it seems that I am going to buy more beauty potions, hairdressers Potion, otherwise the title of Slytherin Rose will not be stabilized."

Anita's beauty is warm and bright, but Teresa is still a little indifferent and immature in front of her. She is naturally happy to be praised by Anita, and she is also much more eager for Anita.

"Everyone! It's been a long time!" Slughorn came in with a beautiful big cake, with pineapple preserves that he liked, "Let's congratulate Miss Teresa on her recovery!"

Teresa stood aside with a blushing face, thanking the congratulators one by one.

After cutting the cake and sharing it with everyone, Slughorn, who loves sweets, quickly finished the cake in his hand, picked up a glass of mead and drank it slowly.

This time, in order to express his sincerity in celebrating Teresa's recovery, the mead he prepared was all excellent, mellow and sweet, and he couldn't help but drink several glasses.

After several glasses of mead, Slughorn was a little tipsy.

He looked at the students at the party with a smile, and these students would be his capital to brag about in the future.

in particular……

He looked at Riddle, and he could feel that this smart, handsome and elegant child had immeasurable potential. Even though he was not born in a noble family, he had the aura of a great nobleman in him.

"Oh Tom, my boy," said Slughorn, putting his arm around Riddle's shoulders, "come and taste this bottle of mead, this oak-aged mead, given to me by the vice-president of the International Quidditch Association." Yes, I took it out today, and the color is superb!"

Riddle took the wine bottle and poured a glass. Although he didn't like the sweetness of mead, he still took a sip politely, "It's really great."

Slughorn laughed loudly and patted Riddle on the shoulder, "Good wine and beautiful women are the pursuit of all men! Now that we have good wine, we only need beautiful women!"

Then he took Theresa who was on the side, and winked narrowly at Riddle, "Tom, I think Theresa is pretty good, you two really match, why don't you be together!"

Everyone looked at Riddle and Theresa.

It was almost common knowledge that Theresa liked Riddle, even to the point of infatuation.

But Riddle did not respond to her for a long time, but some people guessed that they had been together for a long time, but it was not made public.

Teresa lowered her head and grabbed the silk handkerchief in her hand, her cheeks were so red that they were about to burn, and the corners of her mouth curved with anticipation and joy.

Riddle frowned imperceptibly.

Regardless of his lack of feelings for Theresa, just because Slughorn mentioned this kind of thing on this occasion, although he may not realize it himself, he has already half-forced him to agree.

He hates being pushed.

Riddle took a sip of the golden mead unhurriedly, and answered Slughorn gently but firmly, "Theresa is so beautiful, I probably don't deserve her. Besides..."

He looked in the direction of Abu, stared at the platinum-haired young nobleman for a few seconds, and then looked away.

Abu has a bad feeling.

"Besides, ever since I entered Hogwarts, I have had someone I have always admired."

Teresa's face turned pale instantly, and the kind smile that Slughorn had been hanging on his face all year round also froze.

The banquet hall was quiet for a few seconds, and then many people began to discuss quietly who the "object of admiration" was, and many laughed secretly at Theresa.

"I...I'm not feeling well," Teresa looked at the noisy banquet hall, with a pale face, forced a wry smile, "I'll go out and have a rest first."

Slughorn was reeking of alcohol, and his face was flushed. He didn't expect that Riddle would refute his and Theresa's face in front of so many people, so he could only laugh and laugh, "That must be a She is a rare beauty, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to know her name?"

"Sorry Professor, no."

Slughorn: "..." He took a deep breath, geniuses always have to be a little bit grumpy, don't they?What's more, Riddle is still in a violent adolescence.

But calm down and think about it, what he did at the beginning was indeed a bit offensive.

"It seems that our Tom is very protective of his dream girl." Slughorn pointed to the too sweet cake that was left in front of him, and changed the subject abruptly, "There are still a lot of cakes, everyone Come and eat."

The protagonists had already left, and the banquet naturally ended soon.

All the way back to the dorm, Warren kept staring at Abramovich.

After entering the dormitory, Abu sighed: "...If you have any questions, just ask."

"I saw that when Riddle mentioned the object of his admiration just now, he has been looking at you..."

"How are you sure he's looking at me?" Abu poured a glass of water without answering directly.

"Abu, I'm not that late..." Warren grabbed the cup in Abu's hand, "The person standing in our direction at the time was most likely you, okay? Besides, at the Halloween party, he And invited you to dance?"

"Well, I think, it may indeed be talking about me."

Warren approached Abu curiously and asked, "Why does he like you? What happened between you?"

Abu pushed Warren's hairy head away, "It's nothing...but it's just an accident and a coincidence. They said 'admiration', not 'like'. Maybe he just admires me?"

"Please, Abu, don't lie to yourself," Warren sneered, "Dell looks docile and humble, but in reality he is very arrogant. Does he worship others? He probably only worships himself... Although I don't know him Where did that arrogance come from?"

After a pause, Warren had a flash of inspiration, "Did you tell me not to underestimate him when he was still being bullied? Do you know something? Could it be that he is a descendant of a fallen nobleman?" ?”

"You have so many questions, Warren 'baby'," Abramovich got up to wash up blankly, "I do know something, but it's still the old saying, 'Knowing too much is not a good thing', can I tell you Of course I won't hide it from you and Anita."

Warren shrugged, "Okay, let's skip this topic. To be honest, that guy Riddle is really good-looking, and he's also a smart guy. Aren't you going to try it out with him?"

Abu's steps into the bathroom paused, "Impossible, it's impossible for me and him."

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The Hogwarts gate at this time.

"Gellert, you should go."

In the strong wind, Dumbledore's long hair blocked his blue eyes, and Grindelwald reached out and tied his long hair.

"Al, are you just driving me away so impatiently? Can't you...forgive me?"

Under the dim street lights at the school gate, Dumbledore's expression was exceptionally gentle, "If I hadn't forgiven you, there would be no Halloween opening dance."

"Then why...?"

"I don't believe you don't understand, Gellert," Dumbledore sighed softly, "None of us are the ones who will give up our beliefs and goals. Ariana's accident at the time was just an early departure for us."

Grindelwald stared at his boyhood lover in front of him, speechless for a while, "I hope, I don't understand."

Dumbledore took a step back and looked at Grindelwald inside the Hogwarts gate, "It's time to wake up from the dream, we all are."

Then with a wave of his wand, he closed the door.

[Do you still remember that every spring night,

We looked down into the garden through the window lattice,

There in the night, mysteriously

Smells of winter jasmine and lilac?

The starry sky above is so vast,

You are so young: -- time flies by.

How silent is the night!from the waterfront

Clearly heard the chirping of birds;

We look over the treetops

Silently looking at the hazy countryside.

Now all around us is spring again,

It's just that we no longer have a hometown. 】*

"You are so young:—time flies by."

Gellert watched Dumbledore's back as he walked towards Hogwarts Castle, and said silently.

The author has something to say:

*The poem is Do you remember? "

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