Harry and Luna were clearly following them, but they were nowhere to be seen. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info seems to have attended Slughorn's dinner party many times, and he is familiar with the road and knows how to avoid it.

"Phoenix, I want you to meet Elder Wolple, my former student and author of Blood Brothers: My Life as a Vampire - and, of course, his friend Bloodny. ”

Vople was a small, bespectacled man who grabbed Phoenix's hand and held it eagerly. The vampire Bloodnie was tall and thin, with black circles under his eyes, and he looked tired, and a group of girls stood next to him, curious and excited.

"I'm so glad Phoenix Peverell," Wople said, glaring at Phoenix's face with his nearsighted eyes, "I told Professor Slughorn that the Turkish Silent Publishing House is very interested in all aspects of you, and they assured me that it would sell well as long as it was written." ”

"Uh," Phoenix said, his expression displeased, "yes? I don't think it's necessary. ”

"Surely as Horace said he was modest!" said Wauple, "but really—" his attitude changed suddenly, as if he were talking about business, "I would love to write this book—people are eager to know more about you, dear child, and eager to know more about you, dear child! If you can give me a few interviews for four or five hours at a time, it will be a book in a few months." It won't bother you, I promise—ask Bloodni if it is—Bloodni, don't go!" Whopur's expression suddenly became stern, as the vampire rubbed against the group of girls next to him, a hungry glint in his eyes. "Here you go, eat a piece of pie. Vorpur said as he grabbed a piece from a tray of elves and shoved it into Bloodni's hand, then turned his attention back to Phoenix.

"My dear child, you can become a celebrity in the world, I can help you do that-"

"I'm really not interested. Phoenix said firmly, "I saw a friend, I'm sorry." ”

Even if Phoenix had been honest, someone would have stood up and prevented the book from being published.

He and Hermione squeezed into the crowd. Took two glasses of Butterbeer and walked between the two eccentric sisters. Hide in a corner. Unfortunately, Harry and Luna were there.

"Merry Christmas, Harry!"

"Merry Christmas. Harry said stiffly. Apparently he is still holding on to the last game.

"God, there are a lot of people here today-"

"Ah, Hermione. I hate it the most, I could have relaxed. As a result, I had to socialize with all kinds of people. I'm not like Professor Slughorn enjoying all of this. Phoenix grumbled quietly.

Before they could say a word, Professor Slughorn came running over and 'arrested' Harry.

"Ah, Harry—" Professor Slughorn excitedly introduced Harry to his former students.

"Professor Bobin, you know. My former student, I really didn't expect you to return to Hogwarts to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts. Slughorn's face was flushed, his velvet hat was a little crooked, and he held a mead in one hand and a huge piece of fruit pie in the other, "But I don't think I've ever seen such a potions genius!" he looked at Harry with fond, though somewhat bloodshot, eyes, "Gifted—like his mother! I've only taught a few students of this aptitude, and I can tell you, even Severus—"

Harry watched in horror as Slughorn stretched out an arm, as if he had hooked Snape out of thin air.

"Don't sneak around, come and talk to us, Severus!" Slughorn said with a cheerful burp, "I'm talking about Harry's special talent in Potions! and of course you have taught him for five years!"

Snape was caught in Slughorn's arm around his shoulders and couldn't move, his eyes narrowing as his hooked nose fell to Harry.

"Funny, I never felt like I taught Potter anything. ”

"Oh, that's genius!" Slughorn cried, "didn't you see the potion of living hell he gave me in the first lesson—I haven't seen a student do better than him for the first time, I think even you, Severus—"

"Really?" said Snape calmly, his eyes fixed on Harry like drills.

"Remind me, what else did you take, Harry?" Slughorn asked.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbs—"

"In a word, all the lessons that the Aurors need to learn. Snape said, with a slight sneer.

"Yes, I just wanted to be an Auror. Harry said challenged.

"You'll be a good Auror!" Slughorn said in a booming voice.

"I don't think you deserve to be an Auror, Harry. Luna said unexpectedly, as everyone looked at her, "The Aurors are part of the Rotten Fangs' conspiracy. I thought everyone knew. They want to use dark magic and gum disease to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within. ”

Everyone showed surprised expressions, and the scene cooled down for a while.

"But this meeting is really rare. "Phoenix breaks the ice," Bobin, Porter, and Prince were all famous Potions families in the 19th century. It's rare for everyone's descendants to get together."

"Really, I forgot, the three major potions families in Britain. Slughorn agreed, "I was a classmate of mine with your grandfather, Folmont Potter. At that time, his dueling skills were so good that he was not at all a child from a Potions family. Who would have thought that Folmont would have such a wide market prospect for making a quick smoothing hair toner-"

"The quick-smoothing hair potion was invented by Harry's grandfather?" Hermione looked at Harry, as if there would be another person standing in Harry's current position.

"yes—plus your mother's talent," Slughorn said, "you're going to do a great job, Harry, I've never looked at it. ”

A few more people chatted. Bobin and Snape were gone, neither of them wanting to be here. Snape was more of a dislike of the atmosphere, and Bowin was more of an escape from Phoenix. Slughorn was dragged away by his former students and went for a group photo.

"Ah, Phoenix, I'm still looking for you. Detreville came over with a smiling old wizard and greeted them, "This is the Swiss Minister of Magic, Mr. Battenberg, hello. ”

"Hello," Phoenix shook their hands one by one, "Hello, uncle." ”

"He's your uncle?" Hermione said nervously.

"I know you, Miss Granger, no. Battenberg was enthusiastic, "You have to watch him, there are a lot of girls who like him, we don't prohibit close relatives from marrying, I advise you to be early-"

He really said it directly. Phoenix looked around and Luna was telling a middle-aged witch about her father's fantasies about the Rotten Fangs scheme, and the man seemed interested.

"Come on, we're going to talk. Phoenix pulled Hermione, and Detreville and Battenberg flashed behind the curtain on Harry.