Then, naturally, the plan fell through.

The hallway was now crowded with people watching the food truck, and it was impossible to pass through them in an invisibility cloak. And he made a very serious mistake.

Harry put the cloak in his bag with some disappointment, remembering that he wouldn't have attracted all the attention if he had worn the invisibility cloak just now, but there were more people looking at him now than he had just walked by.

Every now and then, a student would burst out of their carriage to catch a good look at him. The only exception was Cho Chang, who flew back to her car as soon as she saw Harry coming. As Harry passed by her carriage, he saw through the window that she was talking unwaveringly to her friend Marietta.

Marietta had a thick layer of makeup on her face, but it still couldn't completely hide the strangely shaped pustules on her face. Harry smiled smugly and continued on his way.

"You and Cho are just ......" Van Lin recalled the previous discussion with Ron, the gossip about Harry......

However, Van Lin still felt a little helpless about Slahhorn's invitation, which was not a funny thing, Slavhorn was still the same, the same as Dumbledore said......

When the three of them arrived at the carriage, they immediately realized that they weren't the only invitees, but judging by how enthusiastic Slavhorn was welcoming Harry, Harry was the one he was looking forward to the most.

"Harry, good boy!" "Harry, good boy!" Halislahorn jumped to his feet at the sight of him, and the big belly behind his velvet robe looked like it was about to fill up the rest of the space in the carriage. His shiny bald head and large silver beard shone like the golden buttons on his waistcoat. "You're going to be Mr. Longbottom!" Neville nodded, looking terrified.

"So you ......"

"Van Lyn Ayre, Professor, we've met!"

"Oh, of course, I know, clever boy, Dumbledore has been complimenting you in front of me, come on in!" Slahhorn beckoned a few people into the room, in fact, judging by his expression, he was still very impressed by the unpleasantness of the day.

At Slahhorn's motion, they sat down face to face in the three remaining door-side seats.

Van Lin glanced around at the other guests. He recognized a Slytherin student of their own year, a tall boy with dark skin, high cheekbones, and thin, slanted eyes, and two boys of the same year who he didn't know, and then, in the corner of the box, a girl huddled next to Slavhorn who didn't understand why she had been invited, was Ginny.

"Okay, you all know each other, don't you?" asked Slavhorn to the others of Halifan Rim, "Blaise Shabini is on the same level as you, of course—"

Shabini did not show that he knew the three of them, nor did he rise up to greet them, and Van Lin and Harry were indifferent: the Gryffindor and Slytherin students hated each other in principle, and besides, there had been a bit of a rough quarrel in the Slytherin box just now.

"This is Cormac McLagan, you've met before——? haven't you?"

McLagan, a big guy with stiff straight hair, waved his hand, and Van Lin and Harry nodded to him.

"—and this is Marcus Belby, I don't know if you ——?"

The small, nervous-looking Belby smiled at them reluctantly.

"—and this charming young lady told me she knew you!" Slahhorn ended his introduction. Harry saw Ginny grimacing at the three of them behind Slahhorn.

"Well, that's the most pleasant thing ever," Slahhorn said, looking pleasant, "and this is an opportunity to get to know you better. Come on, grab your napkins. I've finished my share, and I remember that the food truck was full of licorice sticks, and the digestive system of a poor old man was really unusable...... Pheasant, Belby?"

As if awakened, Belby took what looked like half a cold pheasant.

"I was telling little Marcus that it was a lot of fun to give lessons to his uncle Damkos," Slavhorn told Vanlin and Harry about the conversation they had earlier, handing out bread rolls to the crowd. "Brilliant wizard, very outstanding, rightfully into the Order of Sir Merlin. Do you still see your uncle often, Marcus?"

Unfortunately, Belby had just taken a large bite of pheasants, and in order to answer Slavhorn he swallowed them in one gulp, choking and turning purple.

"Breathe fresh," Slavhorn said calmly as he pointed his wand at Belby, his trachea seemingly returning to normal at once. "No...... Infrequent ...... No," Belby said, gasping for breath, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Yes, of course, I guess he must be busy," Slahhorn looked at Belby with suspicion, "I don't believe he invented the wolf poison potion without much effort!"

"I want to ......," he said until Slavhorn dared to bite the pheasant again, "uh...... He doesn't have a very good relationship with my dad, you know, so I don't know much......"

As soon as he heard this, it was visible to the naked eye, and Slahhorn's eager expression quickly cooled down, which surprised Van Lin very much, in fact, Van Lin had never seen that person take such an obvious attitude.

Obviously, Bebier's biggest role for Slavhorn is his uncle, but obviously, Bebier doesn't meet Slavhorn's requirements.

Slavhorn smiled coldly at him, his voice too low to be heard, and Slavhorn turned to ask Cowmike.

"All right, you, Cowmike," said Slahorn, "I happen to know that you often visit your Uncle Tiberus, because he has a beautiful picture of you both hunting dwarf pig monsters together, and it was, I suppose, in Norfolk, right?"

"yes, it was really fun, yes," Cowmike said. "We went with Bertie Higgins and Rufus Scrimgeour - apparently not yet Minister for Magic—"

"Ah, do you know Bertie and Rufus?" said Slavhorn happily, as he handed out a small plate of pie again, and somehow he missed Belby's share.

"Tell me about ......"

As Van Lin guessed. All of those invited had some connection to some well-known or influential figure - with the exception of Ginny. Slahhorn's next inquiry was Sabini, apparently because he had a witch mother who was known for her beauty (Van Lin learned from that conversation that she had been married seven times, and that each of her husbands had mysteriously died, leaving her with a large pile of gold). Next up is Neville: It was a very difficult ten minutes, as Neville's parents, the famous Aurors, were tormented mad by Bellatrix Lestrange and several other Death Eater accomplices. Towards the end of the conversation, Harry sensed that Slahhorn had reservations about Neville, and that he was still on the fence about whether Neville had his parents' abilities.

"As for you, Van Lin El......" Slahhorn paused, obviously, Slahhorn had a ...... impression of a student who could threaten the professor

"Oh, I'm listening to the professor. Van Lin said, putting down his knife and fork a little reluctantly, compared to arguing with Slahhorn, Van Lin obviously preferred the food at the moment, he had not yet eaten lunch.

"I've heard of you, a guy with great power, it's rare. ”

"It's not a difficult thing to do, Professor, as long as you practice diligently, I think everyone in the room can do it. Fan Lin said, and a circle of favor cards was sent, which made ...... At least it makes Cowmike feel useful.

"Oh, of course, everyone here is not bad. Slahhorn added, "So, I heard Dumbledore say that you're still an alchemist?"

"Oh, I'm just getting started, learning with Professor Nicolamay, but unfortunately, Professor Nicolamay doesn't have much time to teach me, as I'm sure you know. ”

"Oh, that's a shame. Slahhorn said, but in a blink of an eye, he couldn't find any better topic, there are many parts that Van Lin can say, but they are all simply covered by Van Lin, as for more, it is not for Slahorn to know.

"Now, then," Slavhorn shifted his posture in his chair widely, looking like the host was about to introduce his star actor.

"Harry Potter! Where did you start? I think that summer meeting only gave me a glimpse of you!" he looked at Harry as if he were a particularly fat and juicy pheasant, and then he continued, "That's the 'real man', they all call you that now!"

Harry didn't say anything. Belby, Comike, and Sabini were all staring at him.

"Of course," Slavhorn said, staring more closely at Harry, "rumors have been circulating for years...... I remember back then—well—on that terrible night, Lily—James—and you didn't die — they said it was because you had superhuman powers—"

Sabini coughed lightly, indicating that he was amused and skeptical. Suddenly, an angry voice came from behind Slahhorn.

"Yes, Sabini, because you are so talented...... In terms of posturing......"

"Oops!" Slahhorn chuckled happily as he looked at Ginny, who was glaring at Sabini with a big belly, as she bypassed Slahhorn.

"Be careful, Brace! I passed by her box and saw her cast a wonderful batspirit spell! I won't go against her!" Sabini only looked contemptuous.

"Anyway," Slavhorn said, turning to Harry. "There's been so much gossip this summer. Of course, no one knows which one to believe, and the Daily Prophet is known for its false reports and mistakes—but there's no doubt that many people were witnesses to the riots that took place in the Ministry of Magic, and you're in the middle of it!"

"Oh, and Van Lin, Van Lin is also present, if it is about strength, it is clear that Van Lin is more in line!" Harry said, and carried Van Lin out.

"Oh, there's no denying that Al is powerful, but he's not to be confused with you, is he, Harry......"

Van Lin didn't refute it, and Harry couldn't think of any overlap or similarity between himself and Van Lin, and the prophecy really said that he was the only one.

Harry nodded, and then said nothing. Slavhorn smiled at him.

"So modest, so modest, no wonder Dumbledore was so fond of—so you were there, but the rest of the story—so much so that no one knew what to believe—like this legendary prophecy—"

"No prophecy, Professor!" said Harry.

"That's it," said Ginny categorically, "Harry and Verlin are present, and all the nonsense about the 'True Son' is all made up by the Daily Prophet as always. ”

"yes...... Well...... Of course, the Daily Prophet's reports are often exaggerated...... "Slahhorn continued, sounding a little disappointed. "I remember dear Gevennow telling me—I mean Gevennow Jones, of course she's the captain of the Holyhead Harpy—"

He was in a lengthy nostalgic reverie, but Harry clearly sensed that Slahhorn hadn't let him go, and hadn't believed Neville and Ginny.

In the blink of an eye, the afternoon passed slowly, before this, Van Lin used his position as the president of the student council to leave ahead of time to find Hermione, as for the reason, except that he was full, Van Lin really couldn't think of any other reason to let him stay here.

Ignoring Harry, Ginny, and Neville's eager gazes, Van Lin was the first to leave, while Slahhorn kept telling anecdotes about the illustrious wizards he had taught, all of whom had happily joined what he called the "Slug Club" while they were at Hogwarts.

Harry couldn't wait to leave, but couldn't think of a polite way to do it. When the train finally moved out of another long stretch of fog into the sunset, Slavhorn looked around, blinking in the twilight.

"Oh my God, it's starting to get dark! I didn't even notice that they had lit the oil lamps! You'd better go and change into your school robes, everyone. McLagan, you must come to me and borrow that book about the dwarf pig monster. Harry, Brace - you can come at any time. You too, miss," he winked at Ginny.

"Alright, let's go, let's go!" Sabini glared at Harry as he looked at something dirty, and Harry redoubled his devotion to him. He, Ginny, and Neville walked back after Shabini.

"I'm glad that was finally over," Neville muttered. "He's a weirdo, isn't he?"

"Yes, a little," Harry said, his eyes fixed on Shabini.

"Why are you there, Ginny?"

"He saw me curse Zacharis Smith," said Ginny, "...... That Hufflepuff idiot at the party, right? He kept asking me what happened to the Ministry of Magic that night, and I ended up getting a little annoyed, so I cursed him - Slavhorn came in, and I thought I was going to be locked up, but he just thought it was great magic, and he invited me to lunch! That's crazy, right?"

"But it's a better reason than those who rely on their mother's fame," Harry frowned at the back of Shabini's head, "or better than those who rely on their own uncles......"

Harry paused. He suddenly had an idea, one that was a little reckless but might have been brilliant...... In a minute, Shabini would return to the Slytherin year-old box, and Malfoy was sitting there, thinking that no one but the Slytherin group around him had heard him say anything...... If Harry could sneak into the carriage after him, what else he couldn't see or hear? Indeed, there wasn't much left of their journey—judging by the wild scenery that flashed outside the window, it was less than half an hour from Hogsmeade Station—but since no one took Harry's speculation seriously, he had to prove it to them.

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