"Sabini, I have known your famous mother, Madame Sabini, for a long time. Jack Silver sneered, "I heard she had seven husbands, Sabini, too

Maybe you'll have a stepfather soon. ”

"You—" Brace Shabini finally mustered up the courage to look at Silver out of anger.

"Ah, it looks like you're not a soft egg. Silver said harshly, "I don't know what you inherited from your mother, you're so dark-skinned, you're ugly, and you don't look very smart—you probably didn't pick it up." ”

"How dare you say that. Sabini's body trembled with rage. Harry was glad that someone else could relate to his attack at Silver, and he felt a little sympathetic to Sabini at this point.

"Alright, alright. Slughorn looked a little displeased, "Jack - you're the same year as Sabini, don't go too far." ”

"I'm sorry, Professor. Jack Silver's apology seemed insincere, "I couldn't hold it back for a moment, after all, Madame Sabini was a beautiful witch with a great name, and Blaise Sabini didn't look like her." ”

"What do you want to say? Silver. Blaise Sabini resisted the urge to pull out his wand - he knew very well that he was no match for the notorious Silver, and not to mention that there was a Professor Slughorn who was too irrational to do it.

"I suppose you are as interested as I am in the inexplicable death of your biological father, Mr. Shabini, and his six predecessors. Jack Silver smiled, "especially since they both left Mrs. Sabini a great fortune after their accidental deaths." Madame Sabini is now one of the few wealthy female wizards in England, and her wealth is no less than that of some aristocratic wizarding families. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Blaise Sabini closed his mouth, apparently determined not to speak again.

For some reason, Harry found Slughorn a little disappointed - a feeling of regret that the show had ended early.

Then it was Neville's turn: it was a very unpleasant ten minutes, as Neville's parents were both famous Aurors who had been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange and two Death Eaters

Crazy. At the end of the interview with Neville, Harry was under the impression that Slughorn was still skeptical about whether Neville had inherited his parents' gifts.

"Now. Slughorn said, moving his seat in style, like a host announcing a big star, "Harry." Potter: Where do you start? Rumors about you could go on and on in a whole book, and the Daily Prophet and so on have been telling your story one after another. But based on those reports alone, I don't really know much about you, the hero who defeated the Dark Lord. ”

He looked at Harry contemplatively, as if he were a fat, juicy quail, and then he said, "The boy who never dies, the good Quidditch Seeker, the son of a miracle who defeated the Dark Lord." Savior, haha, these titles of yours are amazing."

Harry was silent. Belby, McLagan, and Sabini all stared at him. Silver ate his portion slowly, seemingly unaffected.

"Of course," Slughorn said, looking closely at Harry, "there have been rumors for years...... I remember back then- yes...... After that terrible night--Lily--James--you survived--some people say you must have supernatural powers-"

Sabini coughed softly, apparently to show that he was skeptical and ridiculous. Harry's sympathy for him quickly melted like snow and ice, and he felt that Jack Silver had been too polite to Sabini just now.

An angry voice suddenly came from behind Slughorn.

"yes, Sabini. You're also talented on a level, especially when it comes to posturing. ”

"Oh my God!" Slughorn smiled softly and reassuringly, turning his head to look at Ginny, who was glaring at Shabini through Slughorn's belly. "You have to be careful, Blaise! I passed by this young lady's carriage and saw her cast a wonderful batspirit spell! I dare not mess with her!"

Sabini still didn't speak, just a look of contempt. Doesn't seem to believe Ginny could do that.

"Anyway," Slughorn said, turning back to Harry. "You are indeed a boy full of secrets, and I think I'd love to hear you share some stories, if you're willing to tell them. ”

Harry didn't know how to answer directly, and Slughorn looked at him with a smile, and he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb like Shabini, hoping that Slughorn would spare him and find the next "victim". Although it may seem a little sorry for Ginny.

Slughorn saw that Harry didn't want to say anything, so he had to divert the topic at a moment's notice, reminiscing about the past in a rambling manner, but Harry had a hunch that Slughorn wouldn't let him go, and his curiosity about himself was even greater.

Throughout the afternoon, Slughorn told many anecdotes about the brilliant wizards he had taught, and they had all happily joined an organization he called the Slug Club at Hogwarts. The whole conversation was mostly between Slughorn and Jack Silver, with Shabini and McLagan occasionally interjecting, Neville, Ginny, and Harry being left out and unable to interject, and Bebe being the forgotten.

Harry was on pins and needles, eager to leave, but he didn't know how to get out so as not to be rude. Finally, the train passed through a long stretch of thick fog and into the red sunset, and Slughorn looked around and blinked in the twilight.

"Oh, it's getting dark! I didn't notice they lit the lights! You'd better go back and change into your school robes." McLagan, you should stop by and borrow that book about tailed beasts when you have time. Harry, Brace - welcome to come at any time. So do you, miss. He winked at Ginny, "Alright, let's go, let's go!"

"Jack, aren't you going to leave?" asked Slughorn after the others had left, looking at Jack Silver, who had no intention of leaving.

"Professor Slughorn, Dumbledore asked me to give you a message. Jack Silver said.

"What should be solved is always solved, and delaying will not help, Professor Slughorn. (To be continued......)