"Come, please be seated...... Now all the seats I've prepared are full! It's a real delight......"

When Harry, Hermione, and Ron appeared at the door, Slughorn smiled and clapped softly. He looked left and right at the table, as if he felt that he could gather so many guests, which was really a great harvest of social circles.

Speaking of which, since Slughorn returned to Hogwarts, these kinds of private gatherings at school have become more colorful.

Yes, the students have fallen in love with these little gatherings, driven by the balding old man—even if they can't get permission from Professor McGonagall to borrow a room, they can host a small event in the common room that belongs only to their house.

Of course, as the leader of the private party scene, Slughorn must be the one who has the most trouble.

It's just that today, even Maca didn't expect that this old man actually invited Sarah Hohenheim, a little girl, and I have to say that his hands and feet are fast enough.

"So ......"

Maca was about to say something, but unexpectedly, the three of Hermione were not the latest, and the last one to arrive was Lavender Brown, who was entangled with Ron last semester.

"Oh...... Dear Professor Slughorn," Lavender whispered softly in her slightly contrived tone, "I think I seem to be a little late—to show my apologies, please be sure to accept this bottle of Ellis I ordered from three broomsticks." ”

"Miss Brown, you're so bothered...... "Slughorn waved his hand, "you're not late, are you?" Come on, please come in! ”

As he spoke, he took the bottle that Lavender had handed him.

"It's really a wine from the village of Ellis Moor, and although it's not expensive, it's highly collectible for wizards who really love red wine! Thank you so much, a touching heart! ”

Slughorn, meanwhile, waved his wand and added a chair to the table. Although his movements seemed random, everyone immediately guessed that this Lavender was probably uninvited.

But even so, Slughorn, who likes to make friends and is quite easy-going, naturally will not turn away visitors, and the other party is very "sensible" and brings a gift.

It was so that this uninvited guest came in smoothly.

"Well, Professor Slughorn—" Maca didn't care about the little things, and when Lavender and Slughorn were seated, he sat down with everyone at the round table with the beautiful tablecloth, shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "As the host of today's party, are you ready for the opening remarks?" ”

As he spoke, Lavender smiled at Hermione, and then his eyes swept over Ron's face, intentionally or not.

Hermione and Lavender have been roommates for so many years, and of course it's not good to be indifferent when they see each other say hello, although she doesn't really like this girl at all - the relationship between little girls is also complicated!

Hearing that Maca started with a joke rather cooperatively, the old man touched his round belly, and the smile on his face obviously became thicker.

"Oh, come on! I'm not having a ball or a dinner today, there's no such formal ......," he said, "and I promise it's going to be a dessert tasting in its purest form!" I don't want to let the take up most of our time before we let those sweet, tangy flavors fill our bellies—"

"Oh, that sounds great!"

Maca grinned and applauded his approval of the idea, as Slughorn had done before. But a few people present didn't know, and every time they counted the fat old man's nonsense the most.

It's just that most people won't refuse desserts, and even Hermione, who didn't really want to come over, couldn't help but look forward to it. I have to say that this old man may not be very reliable in other aspects, but he has always paid special attention to the details of eating, drinking, and enjoyment.

"If you can like it, then I'm even happier!"

Slughorn said, and immediately drew his wand and pulled it in a circle from left to right. Suddenly, cups of black tea immediately appeared in front of everyone.

Then, when he finally pointed to the middle of the round table, a brightly colored cake appeared.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first dessert of the evening," the old man put down his wand and clapped his hands, putting on a satisfied expression, "I think you should probably know that Ambrosius Froome, the owner of the Duke of Honey, was my former student, and most of the desserts at this dessert tasting tonight were new ideas that I asked him to prepare!" Really, you can't find it anywhere! ”

He first showed off his students as is customary, and then introduced, "This one, it's called 'Red Velvet Cake', and I heard Ambrosius tell me that this cake seems to be very famous in the Muggle world...... But I'd say Muggles wouldn't have guessed that this red velvet cake was originally only popular among the vampires in the United States! ”

As Slughorn said, Muggle-born wizards were familiar with this kind of cake. Of course, even maca doesn't quite know its origins. Hearing Slughorn say that he had emerged from the vampire race, he suddenly nodded.

The contrast between the snow-white cream and the fiery red embryo makes people feel that even if they are told that it is drenched in blood, they will not feel half surprised.

"Of course, we wizards can't get used to vampire desserts!" The old man continued, "So, this time Ambrosius and I spent some effort together to replace the real blood with the juice of the blood tentacles. Believe me, it tastes sweet and sour, and once you eat it, it will be absolutely unforgettable! ”

"I think ......," Maca smiled, "and it will make us feel more about all the good, which is why you chose to make it the first dessert of the night, right?" ”

"Oh, you told me about this little surprise I hid!" Slughorn said helplessly, "Yes, that's true—the recipe for the aphrodisiac contains the juice of the blood tentacles, and the characteristics of this material can be noted by the course!" ”

After saying that, he shared a cake for everyone and tasted it separately.

I have to say that this red velvet cake with some new twists is indeed very delicious.

Due to the large amount of blood tentacle juice in it, the scarlet cake with smooth cream is placed in the mouth, and the sweetness with a slight sour heaviness soon becomes clearer. When combined with the right temperature of black tea, the fragrance is fragrant and fragrant, which makes people have an endless aftertaste.

But after all, everyone has eaten dinner, and even if there seems to be such a tempting saying in this world that "dessert is in the second stomach", excessive eating is always bad. Well, everybody just got a small piece.

However, this excellent delicacy has whetted everyone's appetite again, and soon everyone is looking forward to the second dessert of the evening.

So after that, as Slughorn conjured up all kinds of desserts again and again, and was swept away by everyone present again and again, everyone's satisfaction continued to rise.

And when halfway through the party, at Lavender's suggestion, a particularly happy Slughorn opened the bottle of red wine she had sent and tasted it.

Of course, no one but him wanted to share it with him. Because Ellis is actually very famous - those who like it can buy it in barrels, and those who don't like it will never take a second sip after one sip.

I don't know how this Lavender knew about Slughorn's little-known hobby.

The dessert tasting session lasted until a few minutes before the lights went out. In the second half of the year, everyone enjoyed the delicious food and chatted casually, but most of them were quite comfortable—at least much more enjoyable than the old man's previous meetings.

Well, except for the fact that Lavender turned his head to look at Ron a little bit more, it was all good.

At the end, Slughorn, who had drunk and his cheeks were flushed, stood up and announced with a smile that the dessert tasting had come to a successful conclusion. One by one, the older ones left their seats, and the students hurried back to their dormitories to get ready for bed.

"Luckily tomorrow is a day off, otherwise I'm afraid I'd have to rush to the early hours of the morning...... "Ron whispered as he walked in the hallway at the door.

"yes!" Harry couldn't help but echo the words, "After the sixth year, the homework has become significantly more difficult and takes more time......

Maca followed them, smiling casually.

"Even if you're off tomorrow, you'd better speed things up," he kindly reminded, "Tonight is Snape's Patrol, and he knows Slughorn is going to have a private party—don't I need to say more?" Hurry up! If he does, don't blame me for not informing you beforehand! ”

"Oh, Merlin's stinky boots!"

After Ron's whisper, the students who heard this, regardless of their house, immediately trotted up. Maca watched from behind as they disappeared around the corner in front of her, and couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

"Let's get a good night's sleep today, too! I'll have to go to the greenhouse early tomorrow morning to repot those baby bumps, and I can't keep bothering Professor Sprout......"

Thinking of this, he immediately quickened his pace, and soon turned a corner and walked towards another corridor. It's just that no one noticed this time, and it seems that there is still such a person, who did not leave with everyone.