Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Harry, they can finally get off the car. Seriously, they've had enough! The carriage shook like a roller coaster, and it was still without a fixed bar and seat belt.

They waited until they had removed a large pile of luggage from the car, and they said goodbye to Mr. Weasley and the others who had sent them.

Most of the driveway from Hogsmeade Village to the school has been cleared and there is no snow cover. But from time to time, the road would meet the icy ground, and they had to walk carefully to avoid stumbling.

After a while, they walked to the main entrance of the school.

"Oh, Harry—" Hagrid waved his hands happily when he saw their children. "Good morning! Come, kids, come here!"

"Hagrid!" Harry hurriedly dragged the large suitcase and trot to the door in two steps. "Hagrid, why are you standing here? Who are you waiting for?"

"Hey, everyone asks this when passing by," Hagrid shrugged. "Stop that, I have something to pass on to you-someone just asked me."

He said, pulling a few rolls of parchment from his coat pocket, all of which were neatly rolled, with a bunch of purple ribbon tied in the middle.

Harry took it over, and one of the volumes had his name written on it, while the other volumes also had names of others he knew.

He would leave that roll of parchment with him, and return the rest to Hermione, Ron, and Neville behind him.

"Invitation?"

When the three of them had just received it, Harry had already opened his share. The above content is just a sentence, hoping to invite him to have breakfast or something, and the signature is the seemingly unreliable old man of Slughorn.

"I have a share, too?" Ron looked at the parchment for himself, wonderingly, "I don't remember our family having a relationship with him ... 唔 ... maybe a little bit?"

"Want me to see that he didn't invite us because of our parents' love ..." Hermione said indifferently. "Otherwise, how do I say? Could it be that my mother and father had filled his teeth or something?"

"This Mr. Slughorn ... who is it?" Neville asked with a dumb look.

"Horace Slughorn, a professor of potions at Hogwarts a long time ago, was also the dean of Slytherin College at the time, and is said to have a high level of potions." Hermione He explained it casually, and then continued, "But what is he back to do? And he gave us an invitation?"

Hagrid shook her head when she saw her looking to her side.

"I just stood here and talked with Maca for a few words, and he came over," Hagrid said. "He invited Maca first, and Maca agreed quickly, and then he rolled the parchment paper. The child gave it to me and let me hand it over to you when I see you. "

"Is Maca here?" Hermione said in surprise. "I thought he would be late! Today he has just been discharged ..."

"He looks good, and should be fine," said Hagrid, and couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that the person who couldn't even mention his name would die like this ..."

"Now you can mention it!" Ron said happily, "No ... well, Voldemort ... How did you feel like you were talking?"

"I think you just don't get used to it," Hermione said. "Let's go! Isn't that gentleman inviting us to have breakfast? Maca is there too ..."

"To be honest, I don't want to go," Harry said awkwardly. "I don't like him very much."

"Mr. Slughorn is actually pretty good and is willing to make friends," Hagrid seemed to have a different view. "Slightly Slytherin can't make friends like him. Of course, sometimes He is indeed a bit overwhelmed! "

Hagrid is a typical old man. He always looks at things intuitively. Although this usually made him ignore a lot of details, and people often appear on the surface, but it is not much worse than those smart people.

After all, everyone's mind is hard to guess. Rather than relying on those ambiguous so-called true faces to hurt their souls, it is better to directly rely on the surface to judge a person's character.

You know, the character that people show is usually the part they want to let others know. In most cases, that is, their principles of human life will not be changed easily. If you don't plan to make in-depth contact with someone, it's more than enough to know its surface.

For the old man Slughorn, Maca associates with him in this mentality. As long as you don't be too credulous, Slughorn is enough to be a good "ordinary friend". Especially in his life he is devoted to interpersonal communication. Useful friends can be said to be in the world of magic.

Being a friend with him usually has more advantages than disadvantages.

But Maca would think so, but Harry wouldn't. The little lions mostly like to act on their own instincts and preferences. In this regard, sometimes even Hermione, who has always been smart and smart, is no exception.

After bidding farewell to Hagrid, everyone dragged their luggage to the Gryffindor Tower first. Even if they are willing to go to the meeting, they have to put down their luggage first, right?

"Are you really not going?"

In the bedroom, Ron asked his Harry while he was packing his bed.

"Well ... I don't know if I should go ..." Harry didn't stop, hesitated in his mouth, "It's just that Makata is gone ... Since Slughorn is in front of him I ’m sending an invitation, and I think we should probably go and see. ”

"I feel the same way," Ron said, no matter how the two were packing back to back, and nodded, "Breakfast together ... hey, that sounds cool!"

Ron, who has been a bit shabby since he was a child, is always curious about this kind of high-level and emotional activities. Perhaps in the past, he had always imagined that he was invited to attend some high-level private banquets. Now that there are similar opportunities, he really does not want to miss it.

...

I don't know how Slughorn did it, at least he did find a decent place for the "Breakfast Together" plan. Hogwarts had a lot of empty rooms, and Slughorn chose a side hall on the first floor that was barely used.

The house-elves who live in the kitchen have always been diligent. Even where no one is going, they will clean up every corner of the house to keep them in a state of being available at all times.

At this moment, when Harry pushed open the side hall door, some murmured voices came out from inside and got into their ears.

Slughorn was the loudest of them. At this moment he seemed to be talking happily to a student of Slytherin. It sounded like a straightforward laughter in this small side hall. Echo.

But when Harry followed the voice and looked at Slughorn, they saw a figure they didn't want to see at all.

"Malfo?" Harry frowned. "I don't even want to join him when I see him."

However, they are all here, and it is obviously impossible to want to turn back. In fact, as soon as the door opened, Slughorn had turned his sight to this side.

"Oh! Isn't this our Mr. Potter? And Mr. Weasley ..."

He greeted as he stood up. Maybe it was because the contact with Harry was not smooth several times. He also adjusted the title of Harry on purpose, trying to control the distance so as not to be too abrupt.

"Of course, this must be Miss Granger-you are famous in Hogwarts, everyone knows you, your academic performance is always first!"

"Hello, Mr. Slughorn!" Hermione nodded politely ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ I'm glad you know me, but academic performance doesn't represent too much, and I need more effort. "

"You're too modest, charming young lady." Slughorn's polite words seemed a little greasy, at least for a young girl, it was easy to get goosebumps, "This must be Longbottom. Sir, right? "

Neville heard Slughorn greeting him again, and quickly nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice. For this over-enthusiastic bald old man, his introvert seemed a little frightened.

Slughorn glanced at Neville's face for a few moments, with a slight glimmer of disappointment in his eyes, and then raised a high spirit again as a cover.

"Come on, come on, young ladies and gentlemen, please sit down!" He said loudly, "anywhere you can sit, just pay attention not to sit on someone else's thigh-my party is always easy and free You do n’t have to be too restrained. "

That being said, both Harry and Neville looked a little hesitant. One of them was not very interested in this sudden dinner from the beginning, and the other was that they didn't know where to put their hands.

Even Hermione, who was relatively normal at the beginning, had some concerns in her heart after seeing the girl next to Maca.

As for Ron, he should have enjoyed it on this occasion, but Malfoy's presence made him feel awkward at once. Because he found that today Malfoy looks very different, and what he has to say is too "honest"-he did not make any provocative acts when he saw them.

Even if Maca is there, it won't make him dare to stare at his eyes. In Ron's impression, Draco Malfoy is the kind of guy who has to show his contempt.