In the box, a large round table was transformed, and everyone sat around the table.

"It's so nice to see you, it's so good. Slughorn said enthusiastically, his gaze brushing over the faces of several people, "Well, you must be Mr. Longbottom, right?, then this lovely lady must be Elaine, a descendant of the Slytherins, and it's a great honor for you to come." You know, I'm a Slytherin college graduate, and I used to be the head of this house, and I love this house, and I admire your ancestor Salazar Slytherin......"

Under his gaze, Neville nodded, seemingly frightened.

Elaine looked up at Slughorn before saying, "I'm currently in Gryffindor. ”

"That's a loss for Slytherin, isn't it?" Slughorn said lamentingly, not at all embarrassed by Elaine's answer.

He gestured for them to sit in one of the five empty seats.

Evan carefully looked at the people who had been invited by Slughorn, there were not many, less than ten.

Most of them were from Slytherin House, and they didn't know why Slughorn was taking a fancy to them, so they all tried to move their chairs away from Evan and the five of them, and the only one who was approaching was Ginny, who was huddled in the corner next to Slughorn, dazed, and didn't seem to know why she was here.

"Ginny!" Hermione shouted, motioning for her to come and sit down.

"Oh, you all know each other, don't you?" said Slughorn pleasantly, "this charming young lady just told me that she knew a few of you, so I invited her too. Well, do you need me to introduce you? This is Blaise Shabini, Harry, he's in the same grade as you, and you know each other. ”

Shabini neither showed acquaintance nor greeting.

Evan, Harry, and Neville didn't react, while Hermione, Elaine, and Ginny huddled together and whispered something, not even listening to Slughorn's introduction, they knew who Shabini was, but neither of them wanted to deal with each other from any standpoint.

The tall black boy was a student at Slytherin House and seemed to have a good relationship with Malfoy.

Although he was not part of his small team, he was indispensable in the previous years of fighting with Gryffindor.

And, in a way, Sabini is well-known within the school.

His fame comes from his famous mom, who is a real-life version of Black Widow.

Madame Sabini was a very beautiful and famous witch, who often appeared in newspapers and magazines, and dressed to lead the wizarding world, but even more talked about was her private life, where she married seven husbands, each of whom died quickly and left a large inheritance.

Still, there are plenty of wealthy wizards willing to marry her.

Although she was no longer young, had been married so many times, had a child, and had so many terrible rumors, she still attracted many moth-like wizards to pounce on her like a flame in the dark.

Seeing Shabini and remembering all the rumors about his mother, it reminded Evan of the moment.

The real Black Widow, the famous Black Witch Natalia, a high-ranking member of Ravenclaw, this guy's whereabouts have always been a secret, she doesn't seem to know about her last husband being killed by Aven, if she does, there's no reason not to come to Aven for revenge, or look for an opportunity......

This kind of dark wizard hidden in the shadows is the real headache.

Counting the Egyptian Sun Ruins, Aven had already sabotaged Raven's Claw plan twice in a row, and they must hate Aven now.

Also, Sirius set off for France and Italy to fight Ravental, and he didn't know how it was going.

He has not written back since he left England in early August......

"This is Cowmike McLagan, and this ......," Slughorn said, after introducing each of them, "Alright, that's pleasant, let's hurry up and have lunch, you must be hungry, we can't spend all our time on introductions." Relax, kids, don't be so nervous, this is just an opportunity to learn more about all of you. Here, get a napkin. I brought my own lunch, and I remember that the licorice wand on the food delivery cart always smelled too strong, and a poor old man, his digestive system couldn't stand it, so let's do it...... Got some quail, Belby?"

Marcos Belby was a thin, nervous-looking boy who looked just as nervous as Neville.

Slughorn's words were visibly taken aback, and he hurriedly raised the plate in front of him to accept what looked like half a cold quail.

"I was just saying to the young Marcos that I had the privilege of teaching his uncle Damocles. Slughorn said to Evan and Harry, who were passing a basket of bread, "A great wizard, very good, and his Merlin Medal is definitely well deserved." By the way, do you see your uncle often, Marcos?"

Unfortunately, Marcos had just eaten a large bite of quail.

He was in a hurry to answer Slughorn's question, swallowing so quickly that his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and he choked on it.

"Cough down. Slughorn pointed his wand at Belby and said calmly.

In the blink of an eye, Belby's trachea seemed to be unobstructed all of a sudden.

"No, I don't see him much. Belby gasped, his tears choking out.

"yes, of course, I dare say he must be busy. Slughorn looked at Belby inquiringly and said, "I think he must have worked a lot to invent the wolf poison potion, right?"

"I think so......" Belby said, seemingly afraid to eat quail again until he was sure Slughorn had finished interrogating him, "well, it must be so, but he doesn't really have a good relationship with my dad, so I don't really know ......"

Poor fellow, he shouldn't have said that in front of Slughorn.

Sure enough, before Belby could finish speaking, her voice lowered.

Slughorn sneered at him, ignored him, and turned to Cowmike McLagan beside him.

Evan pursed his lips, the main reason he didn't like Slughorn so much.

He handed the bread roll to Hermione, and it was better to finish it and leave.

He didn't want to spend the whole afternoon here, being cross-examined by Slughorn without meaning.

Truth be told, though, the food that Slughorn prepares is much better than what is served on the train.

The only one who was unhappy with the food on the table was Elaine, who looked at the things with a frown, clearly not to her taste.