Ryan didn't know that he was just glaring at a vampire, and that the cleanup of the Romanian vampire family had already been discovered, and he scared an author and a vampire half to death. After Harry arrived, the four of them hid in a corner and began to savor the evening's food.

Ryan had eaten a lot less at the previous Christmas banquet for tonight's party, and now it seemed that it was completely worth it, because he had seen a lot of food that was usually very rare at this banquet. For example, dishes made with certain magical animals and magical plants as ingredients.

Just as Ryan was curiously looking at a whole roasted bog monster with a roasted apple in its mouth, Harry was taken away by Professor Slughorn who suddenly appeared. So there were only three people left at the small table in this corner.

"I thought I could relax with Harry today. Watching Harry and the chubby professor squeeze into the crowd together, Ginny said with some unhappiness.

"Just take care of yourself and have fun, Harry will definitely go to the Burrow during the Christmas holidays, and you'll have time to spend together. So, try this mead, it seems to be made using special magic. Basically not drunk. I think it tastes good. Hermione picked up a wine glass with a golden liquid and handed it to Ginny.

"Thank you. Kinney took the glass and took a sip and looked at the bottle on the table. "Three broomsticks 15 years old? I heard that this thing is not produced in large quantities, and my father told me that this wine costs 7 Galleons a bottle and has no price. Professor Slughorn was too generous for today's party. ”

Ryan looked at the stack of bottles stacked in the corner and had to admit that Ginny had a point. It can be seen that Slughorn can get so many connections and not be boring, not only because he is a professor or he is very good at dealing with people, but he can also do it when he needs to spend money.

Although everyone comes here mainly to socialize, even during the party, a variety of food is brought in from outside. For example, now Ryan noticed several house-elves walking into the office with a plate of crimson meatballs on a silver platter, and one of them happened to be walking towards Ryan.

"Kara, what is this?" Ryan found the house-elf he knew, and had occasionally seen him cleaning in the common room when he was out exercising in the morning, and noticed that he was walking with a slight limp. At the beginning of the semester, after Ryan and several ghosts in the school who had a good relationship with him talked about his progress in alchemy and his ability to help those in need, the headless Nick volunteered to introduce him as an intermediary and several house-elves with rheumatism or old injuries to find Ryan to be cured.

Although Ryan's main purpose in treating house-elves at that time was to be able to study house-elves and test the effects of his alchemical medicine by the way, it was also true that he helped house-elves cure incurable diseases, and these house-elves were very happy that they could devote themselves to labor after Ryan healed their injuries. So Lane naturally brushed his reputation in the kitchen to worship very smoothly.

"Ah, dear Mr. Lane. Kara clearly recognized Ryan as well, placing the plate on the table beside her, and bowed deeply. "This dish is Tatar Dragon Meatballs, which are made with fresh Ukrainian iron belly tenderloin, which is the most tender tenderloin, mixed with raw eggs, diced parsley, and diced pickled cucumbers, and then mixed with seasonings. ”

"So—is this raw?" asked Ginny, surprised, as Europeans don't choose grilled overcooked meat or fish when it comes to meat choices, but they don't like raw food like the Japanese. So when they heard that the meatballs were raw in front of them, the two ladies seemed a little intimidated.

"Yes. "And the flavor of this dish is so strong, I just saw a guy over there talking to someone after eating and talking to someone else with their noses covered." If you want to communicate with people for a while, this dish may not be suitable. With that, it bowed again, and exited the office with the other house-elves.

"It's not suitable to talk to people after eating it?" As soon as the house-elves left, Harry ran away from Slughorn again. After hearing the introduction of the house-elf, he began to stuff meatballs into his mouth, and it seemed that he was tired of being dragged around before.

"Potter, why are you hiding here? Slughorn is looking for you over there. By the way, this plate looks good. Cowmike McLagan, who had been following Slughorn before, walked over, well-dressed and with a big Malfoy-esque back, and looked like a fish in water in such a social situation.

He walked over to the plate and began to eat the meatballs, and asked vaguely, "Do you know what we are eating?" ”

"Dragon ball," Harry said calmly. Cowmike froze in place after hearing Harry's words, and subconsciously chewed twice, before suddenly turning around and bending over and spitting out. Slughorn happened to be on the other side of the table to say something, his face was flushed, his velvet hat was a little crooked, he was holding mead in one hand and Snape in the other. Comack, who didn't see it at all because he had his back to them, turned his head and vomited, just as he vomited on Snape's pants.

At first, Kaomike hadn't noticed this, but when he spit it out and slowly straightened up, looking at the familiar clothes in front of him, the whole person stiffened there like a plank.

"Good, you've earned yourself a month of confinement, McLagan. Snape ignored the loveless McLagan and turned to look at Harry, "I heard Professor Slughorn tell a funny joke about how you learned a lot from my class that made you a Potions genius. But I don't think I've taught you anything?"

"Then he inherited her mother's talent. Slughorn said. "I remember when Lily—"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a slight confusion at the door, and then Draco Malfoy was pulled by Filch's ears and walked in this direction.

"Professor Slughorn," Filch said, the flesh of his jaw twitching, "I found the boy hiding in the hallway upstairs, which is against discipline. Since the principal said that he was not allowed to walk around at night without permission, I would like to ask if you sent him an invitation?"

"No, okay?" Malfoy looked angry and shook Filch's arm, "I did break the school rules, is that enough?"

"It doesn't matter, Argus, it doesn't matter," Slughorn said, waving his hand, "and it's not a sin to want to go to the party at Christmas." Forget it this time, don't take it as an example. Draco, you can stay. ”

Malfoy immediately put on a smile and thanked Slughorn for his leniency, and they talked about Malfoy's grandfather. However, Ryan noticed that Malfoy looked in bad spirits, as if he had been in an all-night raid for days before his final exams.

"I have something for you, Draco. Snape said suddenly.

"Oh, Severus," Slughorn said, burping again, "Christmas, don't be too the kids—"

"I am his dean, and it is up to me to decide whether to be harsh or not. Snape said briefly, "Follow me, Draco." ”

"I'll go to the bathroom. Seeing Snape and them go away, Harry made an excuse to squeeze out. But he had been in the bathroom long enough that they hadn't waited for Harry to come back until the end of the party. Fortunately, when they finally returned to the common room, they learned from the fat lady at the door that Harry had returned safely. Otherwise, Ginny would have been nervous and couldn't sleep tonight.