HP Dawn Night

Life is hard for anyone these days.

That's what I thought when I confiscated a talisman from a second-year student.The poor little girl couldn't hold back her tears, and she whimpered and tried to beg me to give her the amulet back.

"Listen, this is the horn of a three-eyed dragon. It is not a material that can ward off evil spirits. It will only blow up this carriage." I explained helplessly.

Students—especially the younger ones—seem to believe that their talisman will keep all danger away from them.This has caused a lot of trouble for our prefects. I searched for at least five dangerous items almost every car.

"Can I beg you not to take this pile of stuff on the train? Oh—Merlin! It's useless for me to return it to you, and it will still be taken away when I enter the school gate." Anthony, the prefect of Ravenclaw Goldstein yelled in despair, "Snape, these guys are trying to bring snaketooth powder into the school!"

"Everyone is crazy." I shook my head and walked away exhausted.

The first day of school isn't fun for anyone, come to think of it - everyone is terrified of dying, Potter lost his godfather, Pansy is still upset about her mom, I have to deal with that The task assigned by the gentleman... I slipped into the box beside me and found a blank parchment from my pocket: "Velocity!"

This is a secret recipe that I have transcribed, and I hope it will help me achieve my goal.

"Hey, Violet!" Someone knocked on the glass on the door. It was Blaise.

"What's the matter?" He handed over a roll of purple invitations, and I took them and opened them, "Party?"

"Is Slughorn the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Blaise asked, also clutching a roll of invitations.

"No, he's the Potions teacher," I told Blaise. "My dad is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Of course, I don't think many people would like to hear that."

"Professor Snape finally succeeded in his application?" Blaise didn't seem to care too much, he waved the invitation, "Will you go?"

"I have to go anyway. I've heard of him. He used to be the head of Slytherin. My parents seem to be his favorite students."

"I really want to ask him what it's like to take over as his student." Blaise muttered.

"I'll ask Pansy if she got it."

"No," Blaise stopped me. "There are only two Slytherin invitations."

This professor seems to be very different.I recalled it, but Mom didn't tell me much about Slughorn: "Okay, let's go together." It was better than being alone there in embarrassment.

It wasn't just the two of us that Slughorn had invited when we got to compartment C, and his focus seemed to be on Potter—yes, Potter, Neville, and Ginny Weasley was also invited.

"My God, this is simply Margaret! So you must be her daughter—Miss Snape, welcome!" Professor Slughorn is a short, fat old man, dressed in The belly of the velvet suit almost filled the remaining space in the carriage.His shining bald head and his big silver-white beard, like the golden buttons on his vest, shone dazzlingly in the sun. "Great to meet you, great to meet you! Then, you must be Mr. Zabini! Come, please sit down!"

Blaise and I took the only two seats left, and it seemed I was right, everyone in this room seemed to be invited because they were related to some important person-except for Ginny Weiss rai.

"Oh, Violet, do you know Miss Weasley?" Slughorn caught my gaze and blinked. The bat spirit spell! Of course, I know that your level of potion must be unmatched, right? Speaking of which, is your mother still doing her research?"

"I think so, sir," I replied.

"Some say Margaret is wasting her talent in potions, but I think she's very business-minded," Slughorn concluded, before he grilled Blaise, "Mr. Zabini, How is your mother? Merlin, I haven't seen her for many years!"

"She's recently vacationing in Scandinavia with my stepfather," Blaise replied curtly.

"Theresa - the brightest jewel of Hogwarts back in the day. I must say she was an exceptionally charming lady. I heard your stepfather got a promotion recently? Congratulations, congratulations..."

I found it to be a very awkward gathering, and Slughorn seemed determined to know everyone's background.Belby Marks was given a cold shoulder for not being familiar with his uncle who invented the wolf potion; Cormac McLaggen was rewarded for knowing the new Minister for Magic - a cold quail stuff; as for Neville, Slughorn seemed to doubt that he had inherited his parents' magical talents.

"Now," said Slughorn, shifting in his seat imposingly, like a host unveiling a big star, "Harry Potter! Where do we start? I think we I just scratched the surface of that meeting during the summer vacation!"

He looked at Potter thoughtfully, as though Potter were a plump, juicy quail, and said, "'Saviour,' they call you now!"

Potter said nothing, and everyone else was watching him.

"Of course," said Slughorn, looking carefully at Potter, "there have been rumors all these years... I remember when--yeah...after that terrible night--Lily--James--you died escaped—some say you must have supernatural powers—”

Uh... Slughorn's flattery sounded unreasonably abrupt, and Blaise didn't know if he let out a short laugh on purpose, which turned into a cough just in time.Suddenly behind Slughorn came an angry voice:

"Yeah, Zabini, because you're so gifted...in terms of posturing..."

"Oh, my God!" Slughorn smiled lightly in relief, and turned to look at Ginny—Ginny Weasley was glaring at Blaise through Slughorn's belly." You have to be careful, Blaise! I remember I mentioned that this lady is very good at the Bat Spirit Charm? I dare not mess with her!"

I have to say I don't like Ginny Weasley, so I smiled slightly: "That's probably because you don't know Pansy, Professor."

"Pansy? Are you talking about Pansy Parkinson?" Slughorn looked uninterested, "Yeah, maybe we can get to know each other if we have a chance..." Slughorn En's perfunctory attitude irritates me a bit, and I can't help but add some leverage to Pansy:

"Pansy has a friend in France: Louis Meyer. She seems to be going to France to study ancient magic—"

"You mean Mrs. Meyer, your mother's old friend?" Slughorn's attitude changed subtly.I nodded. "That's right. Pansy and Louis have been in constant communication, and I think they hit it off very well."

"It's not surprising if Miss Parkinson is interested in ancient magic. I vaguely remember that her mother was very interested in ancient runes..." Slughorn said with great interest, "You should put Parkinson Mademoiselle brought it, Violet."

I'm delighted to see that Ginny Weasley has taken the limelight.It may be naive to do so, but I don't like Weasley on the one hand, and I don't like Slughorn's overly snobbish performance.

"Anyway," said Slughorn, turning back to Potter, "there's been a lot of rumors this summer. Of course, no one knows what to believe, and everyone knows that the Daily Prophet often puts false information, falsehoods— — but with so many witnesses, it seems there should be no doubt that there was indeed a riot at the Ministry, and you were in the thick of the fighting!"

I don't think Potter wants to recall those things very much, he nodded briefly.But Slughorn looked at him with a smile:

"How humble, how humble, no wonder Dumbledore liked it so much - so you were there? But the other reports - oh, so brilliant, so provocative, that one doesn't know what to believe - such as , that legendary prophecy ball—"

"We've never heard of a Prophecy Ball," said Neville, flushing.

"Yes," Ginny said unequivocally, "Neville and I were there, and all that 'savior' nonsense was, as usual, made up by the Daily Prophet."

"You two were there too, weren't you?" Slughorn asked with interest, looking from Ginny to Neville, but neither of them met his encouraging smile. "Yes... yes... Yes, the Daily Prophet does often exaggerate..." Slughorn continued, sounding a little disappointed, "I remember dear Gwenog telling me— I mean, of course, Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies—"

He rambling off topic, rambling on about the past, but I had a hunch that Slughorn wasn't so easy to fool.

Throughout the afternoon, Slughorn recounted many anecdotes about the eminent wizards he had taught, who at Hogwarts had readily joined what he called the Slug Club.This endless boasting is so annoying that I feel drowsy and want to leave quickly, but I don't know how to get out without being rude.Finally, as the train passed through a long stretch of fog and into the red glow of sunset, Slughorn looked around and blinked in the twilight.

"Oops, it's getting dark! I didn't notice they had all the lights on! You better go back and change into your school robes. McLaggen, you must come over and borrow that book about giant-tailed beasts when you have time. Violet, Blaise—you are welcome to come over at any time, we have to have afternoon tea together if we have a chance. Of course, I definitely welcome you here," he winked at Potter, "Okay, let's go, move!"

Blaise and I walked back to the Slytherin quarters in silence.I raised my hand and rubbed my temples: "I don't like him."

"Me too." Blaise's tone was a bit abnormal, and he paused for a while, "Is Pansy still in touch with her pen pal?"

"No, it's just something I made up. They seem to have been disconnected for a long time."

"Well, well, it's better for us to go back quickly. I think it's almost here." Blaise said very easily.

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