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"I can't believe it, Harry, it seems that many people know that the Ministry of Magic has placed an order from the Weasley Joke Shop. Ron sat down next to Harry, "You know, Harry, when I was patrolling the carriage just now, a lot of guys who usually look at people with their noses took the initiative to greet me and ask me if they could represent Weasley's joke merchandise, it was so cool to see their funny expressions." ”

"Mm-hmm, that sounds good. More than that, Harry wasn't in high spirits.

"Hey, buddy, cheer up. Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, "Don't care about those grades, are you afraid that you won't be able to find a job in the future?Your godfather is Sirius Black, the head of the Black family, if you feel embarrassed to rely on your godfather's help, you can come to the Weasley Joke Shop, you know that their business is getting better and better, and there are not enough people in the store." ”

Harry had a chill in his mind as he peddled nosebleeds to the chirping children.

"No, thank you, Ron. Harry thought about how to turn down Ron's kindness," I mean. He pondered his words, feeling that he might hurt Ron next.

"After all, George and Fred aren't big owners of joke shops, and I think - you shouldn't make decisions for them, uh, on your own. ”

The smile on Ron's face quickly faded.

"yes, they won't even give me a discount for my brother. Ron slumped for a few seconds, but then regained his spirits, "But if you don't say it, I won't say it." No one else will know. ”

Harry admired Ron's optimism.

"It's like I've forgotten something. Ron tapped his head, "That's right. Malfoy wasn't on duty today, he was just sitting in the carriage with a few other Slytherin classmates, as we saw as we passed. ”

Harry sat up straight, and suddenly he was interested. Missing a good opportunity to show off the authority of a prefect is not like Malfoy's style, he has been showing off his power last semester.

"What was he doing?"

"It's the same as usual. Ron said nonchalantly, making a rude gesture, "Boasting about all the in his house in the box." How remarkable."

Ron gestured again, "I didn't pay attention to what he said, probably because his father had just landed a very important position in the Ministry of Magic." It's strange that those wizarding nobles don't usually get a job in the Ministry of Magic. ”

"I don't know. Harry said that, but his mind was spinning rapidly. Could it be that Malfoy had some kind of conspiracy, so he didn't care about bullying the first-graders?

The door to the carriage was opened, and a panting third-grader girl walked in.

"I'm going to give this to Harry Po-Potter. She stammered, her eyes meeting Harry's. Immediately his face flushed with shame. She handed over a roll of parchment with a purple ribbon tied with it. Harry took the roll of paper in confusion, and the girl stumbled out of the carriage.

"What is it?" Ron asked as he watched Harry open the scroll.

"An invitation. Harry said.

Harry:

I would be very happy if you could have lunch with me in car C.

You are faithful

Professor H.e.F. Slughorn

"Who is Professor Slughorn?" asked Harry, looking at his invitation in confusion.

"Probably our new teacher, Harry. Ron was a little unsure. "A new teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts, perhaps? ”

"Anyway, let's go check it out, Ron, do you want to come with me?"

Ron shook his head, "Harry, I didn't get an official invitation. He pointed to the parchment. "Uninvited villains are very unwelcome, and I don't want to make a bad impression on a new teacher before I even start school. I'm a Gryffindor prefect, so I can't afford to be confused about this. ”

"Alright then, I'll see for myself. ”

When Harry arrived in Car C, he saw that Slughorn had invited a number of students, and Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor was there, and he looked a little overwhelmed.

"You must be Harry Potter, my child! A fat old man jumped up at the sight of Harry, his big velvet belly almost filling the rest of the carriage. His bright bald head and large silver-white beard shone brightly in the sunlight like the gold buttons on his waistcoat.

"It's so good to see you, it's so good to see you!" Slughorn looked very enthusiastic, and he looked at Harry with an eager, almost overzealous look, like he was looking at some rare beast. This made Harry uncomfortable.

He pulled Neville, who was standing aside, over, "You know each other, since you're both Gryffindor students. ”

Neville nodded, looking a little frightened.

Slughorn gestured, and the two of them sat down face to face in the only two empty seats closest to the door. Harry swept around the other invitees. He recognized a Slytherin student in his same grade as him, a tall black boy with high cheekbones, long eyes, and a slightly raised corner of the eye. There were also two seventh-year boys Harry didn't know, and the one who was huddled in the corner next to Slughorn, dazed, and didn't know why he was here, was Ginny!

"Okay, you all know these people, don't you?" Slughorn asked Harry and Neville, "Blaise Shabini is in the same grade as you, you must know each other—"

Shabini didn't show acquaintance or say hello, and Harry and Neville didn't respond, but that's how Gryffindor and Slytherin usually get along.

"This is Comike McLagan, you may have seen him before - he's also a Gryffindor, but a year older than you. ”

McLagan, a big, hard-headed young man, held up a hand, and Harry nodded at him. This man Harry had met many times before, in the selection of the Quidditch team in the courtyard, and he was always named in the name of Sun Shan.

"This is Marcos Belby, from Ravenclaw. ”

Belby, thin and nervous, smiled unnaturally.

"This charming young lady sue me that she knows you!" Slughorn finally finished.

Ginny grimaced at Harry from behind Slughorn.

"Well, that's pleasant," Slughorn said with satisfaction, but then he frowned again, "There's one man left, shall we wait for him?"