As Daphne said, Harry drank the pumpkin juice given by Romilda Vanney. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Slughorn quickly configured the antidote, and there was no big mess.

On the bulletin board in the evening, Professor Snape announced that Hogwarts students were not allowed to buy any products from any Weasley Magic Trick Shop, especially potions, if discovered. Phoenix thought this was the result of Hermione telling Professor McGonagall, who suggested Professor Snape. Her penchant for upholding rules and regulations must have gone to the next level at this juncture.

Snowflakes swirl outside the window again, beating the frozen lattice, and Christmas is just around the corner. Hagrid had single-handedly brought the twelve Christmas trees that were indispensable in the Great Hall each year, the railings of the stairs were wrapped in holly and metal foil, the helmets of his armor were flickering with bright candles, and the hallways were hung with bunches of mistletoe at intervals. Every time Phoenix walks down the hallway, there are always piles of girls gathered under the mistletoe, causing traffic jams.

Professor Slughorn regretted that many people did not show up for the last ball, and this time he chose to hold the ball before the Christmas holidays, and made up his mind that anyone could stagger the time.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he came to the foyer and found an unusually large number of girls wandering there. As he walked towards Hermione, they all seemed to stare at him with resentment. Hermione wore a long, light blue flowing dress. The hair, as always, was pulled in an elegant bun. The twin peaks are towering, her skin is as white as jade, and a huge diamond is dazzling above her deep groove.

"Hermione, shall we go?" said Phoenix, fluffingly. Hermione had never dressed up like this, especially with some jewelry, he had never given away it, but Hermione never did.

"Wait Harry, he's invited Luna Lovegood - do you remember her?" Hermione said cheerfully.

Turning to the girls who had made no secret of their jealousy, he looked at them naturally and haughtily. Sheena and her group of members are not far away. Her flushed face and slightly trembling body indicated that she was angry.

It's all in vain, and it's useless to wander around here in beautiful dresses. Everyone has already chosen their own dance partners.

"Let's go first, Phoenix—" Rogge and Malcolm took the lead with their dance partners.

"Okay," Phoenix replied, leaning sideways over Hermione to look at the diamond, "isn't it a weird blonde girl?"

"Yes, she's not weird. I think his father instilled in her that mess-" Hermione was quite unhappy with Phoenix's assessment, "His father is the editor-in-chief of Contradiction, you know. ”

"That's not surprising. Phoenix pointed to the girl standing on the steps, "I think that's Lovegood." ”

Luna wore a gown studded with silver sequins, which caused a snicker. Her eyes were ethereal, and she slowly scanned the hall and walked towards Phoenix.

"Hello Hermione, hello, Folant—" Luna mispronounced Phoenix's name.

"This is Phoenix Peverell," Hermione said to the two of them, "This is Luna Lovegood." ”

"Peverell, is it a descendant of Ignotus Peverell, or Cadmus Peverell?"

"No, maybe it's the same name. ”

Phoenix's face was expressionless, a little surprised inside. The surname Peverell has disappeared from England for hundreds of years, and the three Peverell brothers are not famous. At least in the general magic history books, their names are not to be found. I didn't think anyone would say a word.

"Oh, that's rude. Luna certainly didn't believe it, but for some reason she didn't say it, and went on with Phoenix's words, "They are famous and dangerous dark wizards, and my father believes in the stories they have passed down. He was particularly interested in the Resurrection Stone and had always wanted to imitate it, but it was undoubtedly very difficult. But he thought that completing the Ravenclaw crown first would be more helpful for the study of the Resurrection Stone. ”

"What's the story?" asked Hermione.

"The legend of the three brothers in the collection of the story of the poet Bedou—"

"That's a fairy tale. Hermione said weakly. Seems to be tired of arguing with Luna over certain matters.

"But what Pidou said is true. They were real wizards, older than the time when the elder Bedou lived - from an old Egyptian wizard, Dad thought the three brothers lived around 800 BC to 500 BC. ”

Hermione winked at him, meaning she saw it. Phoenix smiled awkwardly, Luna really said eight or nine is not far from ten, but the date guess is incorrect.

Harry walked over and was pleased to see Luna dressed.

"Shall we go?"

"Oh, well," she said pleasantly, "where is the party?"

"Slughorn's office. Hermione said, "I've heard that another official from the Ministry of Magic is coming." ”

They climbed the marble steps, away from the eyes and muttering

"And vampires are going. ”

"Rufus Scrimgeur?" asked Luna.

"I-what?" Harry asked, taken aback, "You mean the Minister of Magic?"

All three set their eyes on Luna.

"Yes, he's a vampire. Luna affirmed, "When Scrimgeour first took over as secretary, my dad wrote a long article, but someone in the ministry wouldn't let him publish it. Obviously, they don't want to leak the truth!"

Harry thought it was ridiculous to say that Rufus Scrimgeour was a vampire, but he was used to Luna taking her father's strange ideas seriously, so he didn't speak. They had approached Slughorn's office, laughter, music, and loud talking growing in with their footsteps.

Not much has changed since before. There were a few more talkative old wizards, their heads covered in the mist of pipes, and the guests were more adult wizards, and some house-elves creaked through the jungle of calves, holding heavy silver platters that covered their bodies like roaming little tables.

"Phoenix, my boy!" Slughorn cried as Phoenix and Hermione squeezed through the door, "Come in, come in, there are so many people for you to meet, all of my former members of the Slug Club." ”

Slughorn wears a velvet hat with tassels that matches his smoking shirt. Without saying a word, he led Phoenix into the crowd and grabbed Phoenix's arm tightly, as if to take him to the illusion. Phoenix took Hermione's hand and dragged her along.