Chapter 1078 (1/2)
And then, naturally, the plan failed.
The corridor is now full of people looking out at the dining car, and it is impossible to pass them in an invisible cloak. And he made a very serious mistake.
Harry, somewhat disappointed, put his cloak in his bag, remembering that he would not have attracted all the attention if he had been wearing an invisible cloak, but now more people are watching him than when he came up.
From time to time, students rush out of their cars and take a good look at him. Only Qiu Zhang was an exception. She rushed back to her car as soon as she saw Harry coming. As Harry passed her carriage, he saw through the window that she was firmly talking to her friend Marietta.
Marietta's face was covered with a thick layer of make-up, but it still could not completely cover up the grotesque pustules on her face. Harry chuckled triumphantly and went on.
”You and Qiu are just like this...” Van reen recalled the previous discussion with Ron, the gossip about Harry
However, Vaseline still felt a little helpless when he invited him. This is not an interesting thing. Slahorn is still the same as Dumbledore said
When the three arrived, they immediately realized that they were not the only invitees, but judging from the warmth with which slaghorn welcomed Harry, Harry was the one he was most looking forward to.
”Harry, good boy!” As soon as he saw Harris, rahorn jumped up, and his big belly behind his velvet robe seemed to be filling up the space left in the carriage. His glittering bald head and huge silver beard sparkled like the golden buttons on his waistcoat. ”Good to meet you, good to meet you! You must be Mr. Longbottom! ” Neville nodded, looking frightened.
”So you...”
”Van Lindel, Professor, we've met!”
”Oh, of course, I know, smart boy, Dumbledore has been praising you in front of me. Come in!” Srahorn beckoned several people into the room, and in fact, the look on his face left a deep impression on the unhappiness of the day.
At slahorn's beckoning, they sat opposite each other on the three remaining door seats.
Fanlin glanced around at the other guests. He recognized a Slytherin student of their grade. He was a tall boy with dark skin, high cheekbones and thin, slanting eyes. There were two other boys of the same grade who did not know. Then, in a corner of the box, a girl who was sitting next to slakhon, who did not understand why she was invited here, was Ginny.
”Well, do you all know each other?” ”Braith Sabini is on the same level as you, of course --”
Sabini did not show that he knew the three of them, nor did he greet them; neither did Fanlin and Harry: the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin hated each other in principle, not to mention a few people in Slytherin's box just now Some of them are not very happy.
”This is Cormac mcclargen. Have you met before? No? ”
Mcclargen, a big boy with stiff straight hair, waved, and van Lin and Harry nodded to him.
”- and this is Marcus berby. I wonder if you --”
The thin, nervous berby gave them a forced smile.
”- and this charming young lady told me she knew you!” Slaghorn finished his introduction. Harry saw Ginny make faces at the three of them behind slahorn.
”Well, that's the most enjoyable thing,” said srahorn, looking comfortable. ”There's a chance to get to know you better. Come on, get your napkins. I've finished my own portion. I remember that the dining car is full of licorice sticks. A poor old man's digestive system is really useless Would you like a pheasant, berby? ”
Belby took something that looked like half a cold pheasant as if awakened.
”I was just telling young Marcus that it was very fun to teach his uncle darmkos,” srahorn told Fanling and Harry what they had been talking about before, and was handing out rolls. ”The outstanding wizard, very outstanding, has naturally entered the Merlin order. Do you see your uncle often, Marcus? ”
Unfortunately, berby had just taken a big bite at the pheasants; in a hurry to answer srahorn, he swallowed them and choked and turned purple.
”Breathe fresh,” slahorn said quietly, pointing his wand at berby, whose windpipe seemed to return to normal immediately. ”No I don't often see No, ”belby gasped, with tears in his eyes.
”Yes, of course, I guess he must be very busy,” said srahorn, looking suspiciously at berby. ”I don't believe he invented the wolfberry potion without any effort!”
”I think...” He didn't bite the pheasant until slahorn asked, ”er He doesn't have a good relationship with my father, you know, so I don't know too much... ”As soon as he heard this, the eagerness of srahorn's expression quickly cooled down, which made van Lin very surprised. In fact, he had never seen the man's attitude so obvious.
Obviously, Babel's greatest effect on hucklehorn was his uncle, but it was obvious that Babel did not meet slahorn's requirements.
Slughorn gave him a cold smile. His voice was so low that he could not hear. He turned to Cormac.
”Well, you, Cormac,” said slahorn, ”I happen to know that you visit your uncle tibellus a lot, because he has a beautiful picture of you two hunting pygmy together. It was in, I think, Norfolk?”
”Yes, it was really fun, that's right,” Cormac said. ”We went with Bertie Higgins and Rufus scriinger - obviously, he's not the Minister of magic yet.”
”ah, do you know Bertie and Rufus?” Said slahorn happily, as he was handing out another small plate of pie; somehow he missed berby's share.
”Tell me...”
As Fanlin guessed. All of the people invited had connections with well-known or influential people - except Ginny. Srahorn's next question is Sabini, as if he had a witch mother known for her beauty (Fanlin learned from that conversation that she had been married seven times, and each husband mysteriously died, leaving her with a lot of gold). And then there's Neville: it's a very tough ten minutes, because Neville's parents, famous Auror, were tortured crazy by Bellatrix Lestrange and several other Death Eaters. Towards the end of the conversation, Harry felt that slahorn had reservations about Neville, and he was still on the sidelines about whether Neville had the abilities of his parents.