"Yes, he's a vampire," Luna said in a factual tone. "When Scrimgeour first took over the Ministry of Magic from Fudge, my dad wrote a long article about this, but the Ministry of Magic didn't allow him to publish it. Obviously, they don't want the truth to be revealed!"

Harry didn't think Scrimgeour could possibly be a vampire, but he was used to Luna taking her father's whims seriously and repeating them, so he didn't answer.

However, if Luna wanted to meet the vampires, Harry could help, which was not a difficult thing to do, especially if Rutherford and Dumbledore had teamed up.

Strange as it may seem, a vampire once entered Hogwarts, but Harry couldn't remember the name of the vampire who played Moody.

The claim given to Harry by Van Lin was that the vampire's name was enchanted, and that even a wizard like Dumbledore would not be able to find out the vampire's name without a connection approved by the vampire.

It's hard to imagine how powerful the ancestors of vampires could have been, wielding such powerful magic on an entire race.

As they spoke to Luna, the two of them approached Slahhorn's office before they knew it, laughter, music, and loud conversations growing louder and louder as they walked.

I don't know if that's the way it was, or if he's done magic, Slahhorn's room is much larger than the average teacher's office.

The ceiling and walls are covered by emerald green, crimson and gold draperies, making it look like you're in a giant tent. The room was crowded, bathed in a red glow cast by a golden chandelier in the center of the ceiling, and a group of real fairies, each a bright speck, danced in the lamp.

In the distance, a loud song sounded like it was accompanied by a mandolin, and several elderly wizards were converging intently with their pipes, shrouded in a cloud of smoke, and many house-elves were creaking between their forest-like legs, silver plates full of food completely covering them and looking like small tables walking around.

"Oh roar, Harry, my child!" called out Slavhorn as Harry and Luna squeezed into the room, "Come in, come in, I have so many people to introduce to you." ”

Slavhorn, wearing a fringed velvet hat to match his smoking jacket, gripped Harry's arm tightly, as if he wanted to apparate him, and Slavhorn led him straight into the crowd, Harry grabbed Luna's hand and dragged her to follow him.

"Harry, I want you to meet Edri Wolple, one of my former students and author of "Sworn Brothers: My Life with the Vampire—of course, his friend Mourner. ”

Whople was a short, bespectacled man who had grabbed Harry's hand and shook it warmly, while the man named Mourning Nun looked a little strange, his face pale and his uniform dark red pupils.

Luna was right, Slahhorn's party really brought a vampire.

Harry reached out and shook the vampire's hand, feeling like he was no different from a normal person other than the temperature.

The vampire mourner just nodded, he was tall and thin, with a deep shadow under his eyes. It looked very boring at first, as there was a group of girls standing next to him curiously and excitedly, but after Harry's arrival, the vampire was clearly interested, at least ......

"Oh, Harry Potter, I'm so happy!" Wauple stared into Harry's face with his nearsighted eyes. "I was talking to Professor Slavhorn not long ago, where is the biography of Harry Potter that we have been waiting for?"

"Uh," said Harry, "what? biography?"

Harry was a little confused, not to mention the biography earlier, even the interviews in the Daily Prophet made Harry's head very big, and Harry didn't think there was anything worth publishing about his deeds.

Learn about Gilderoy Lockhart?

It was probably the most embarrassing semester Harry had ever experienced.

"Oh yes, it's as modest as Horace described!" said Wople unconcernedly. "But seriously—"

Suddenly, the way he spoke changed, and suddenly it seemed like he was talking about business, "I'd be happy to help you write this book—people are eager to know more about you, dear child, do you know? Yes...... If you agree to do a couple of interviews with me, it's four or five hours, so that we can finish the book in a few months. And it won't take much effort for you, I assure you—you can ask the Mourning Nun, am I right—Come here!"

Whopur suddenly became stern, and the vampire was slowly moving towards the group of girls nearby, a hungry expression on his face.

"Come here, eat a pie," Whopur grabbed a piece of pie from the elf and shoved it into the Mourning Nun's hand, then turned his attention back to Harry. "My dear child, you don't know the gold you can earn—"

"I'm really not interested," Harry said firmly, "I've just seen two friends, I'm sorry. ”

He dragged Luna into the crowd, and he had seen a clump of long brown hair disappear between the two odd sisters with a plate. "Hermione!

"Harry, you're here, thank goodness, Hi, Luna!"

"Hey, Hermione!" Harry looked at Hermione, dressed in a sky-blue gown...... Muggle style, but it's the most comfortable looking of all......

"What are you?" Harry looked at the two glasses of juice and an empty glass on his plate, wondering. "What about Van Lin?"

"Oh, that's for him, maybe you can get two cups, and we'll go over there......"

"What's the matter with this empty cup, and why are you ......?" Harry thought strange.

With what he knew about Van Lin, at this point in time, Van Lin should be honest and diligent to clean up everything for Hermione......

"Oh, he's talking to someone," Hermione said, "a vampire." ”

"Vampires?" Luna's eyes lit up.

"Vampire? I just saw one, next to Slavhorn, that's ......"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid they're not the same people. Hermione shook her head, "Actually, I didn't feel very good with the one who was with Professor Slahhorn. ”

"Same. Harry shrugged his shoulders, "So...... The ...... who spoke to Van Lin"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you, and Mr. Verlin El and I were just discussing when you would be coming. A tall man suddenly appeared behind Bihari, and suddenly Harry had a tingling feeling on his back, that kind of cold aura.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I think something has gone wrong lately, and some of my abilities haven't been able to control it very well. ”

"So, Rutherford, you should honestly accept my spell. Van Lin said, pouring some dragon blood into the empty cup and handing it to Rutherford.

"Oh, Mr. Dumbledore had already helped me before that. Rutherford said, "I don't think it's necessary to ........"

"Drink your go. Fan Lin said a little angrily, he didn't know why for the vampire Fan Lin, it was really difficult to have any good feelings.

Maybe it's because the people I come into contact with are more people like Tefrey or Rutherford who pretend to be 13, if you want to change to a vampire lady or a little Lori or something......

Gabley was good, they rolled in a bed......

Well...... slept for more than half a month, of course, the main reason was because of Fleur's unreliability, but in fact, the relationship between Gabrielle and Van Lin and Hermione was quite good.

The five of them walked to the other side of the room, Harry picking up a few glasses of mead along the way, and by the time they realized that Professor Trelawney was standing there alone, it was too late.

"Hello," Luna said politely to Professor Trawney.

"Good evening, dear," Professor Trelawney said, staring at Luna with difficulty.

Van Lin smelled the sherry again. It was Sybil's favorite taste, and since Ferenze came out of the Centaur Tribe, Professor Trauny's life had become more and more difficult.

The two masters of the occult, to be exact, Professor Trawney succeeded in showing everyone what it means to be a peer.

And in this silent showdown, it is obvious......

"I haven't seen you in class lately......"

"No, I'm taking Ferenze's class this year," Luna said as a matter of course, and the girl was really outspoken.

And obviously, in this duel, Sybil lost completely.

"Oh, of course," Professor Trelawney laughed drunkenly, a little annoyed. Or "Or Daobin horses, as I usually call them. You must think Professor Dumbledore would chase the horse away when I came back to class, didn't you......? We take classes together...... It's an insult, frankly, an insult. Do you know ......?"

Professor Trauney looked too drunk to recognize the others.

Harry and Van Lin wanted to get out of here, especially Hermione, but Professor Trauney made Hermione uncomfortable while Rutherford asked.

"This is the author of the prophecy?

"Oh, please......" said Van Lin, "if you don't speak, no one will ...... you."

"Oh, hurry up......" Harry glanced at him from afar, and then saw Slavhorn and his friends of unknown rank walking this way.

"You ate it...... What?"

"Eat...... Ate ......"

Harry and Van Lin looked embarrassed, and as a last resort, several of them quickly turned around and joined Luna, but they made another mistake, they all ignored who Luna was talking to for a while.

"Harry Potter!" Professor Strawney said in a deep, trembling tone, first noticing him.

"Oh, hello," Harry said awkwardly.

"My dear child!" she said in a voice that was small, but far away. "Those rumors! Those reports! Of course, I knew about it a long time ago...... It's never a good sign, Harry...... But why don't you go ahead and take the divination class, which is the most important thing for you!"

"Ah, Sybil, we all think that the subjects we teach are the most important!" said a loud voice, and Slavhorn appeared on the other side of Professor Trawney, his face was red, his velvet hat was a little crooked, a glass of mead in one hand, and a huge meat pie in the other.

"But I don't think I've taught such a potions genius!" Slahhorn looked at Harry with blood-filled but affectionate eyes. "Talent, you know—like his mother! I've only taught a handful of students who have this ability useful. I can tell you, Sibby—why even Severus—"

To Van Lin's horror, Slavhorn stretched out his arm, as if digging Snape out of thin air.

"Stop hiding, come here, Severus!" Slahhorn burped happily. "I'm talking about Harry's extraordinary potions-making abilities! And of course you have to take credit for teaching him five years!"

Snape was held by Slahhorn's shoulders and couldn't move, and he squinted at Harry from the hooked nose.

This made everyone creepy, no one had ever seen Professor Snape in this state, according to the personality, Snape was definitely the ascetic group, hooking shoulders and backs, Van Lin couldn't even think about it.

"It's funny, I don't remember teaching Potter anything. ”

"Oh, that's all talent!" exclaimed Slahhorn. "You should look at what he handed over in the first lesson, life and death water-I've never seen a student do that well on their first try, not even you, Severus-"

"Really?" said Snape calmly, his eyes still staring straight at Harry, much to Harry's uneasiness.

The last thing he wanted was for Snape to investigate how his new talent in potions had come about.

"Remind me what other classes you've taken, Harry?" Slavhorn asked.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts, Spells, Transfiguration, Herbology, ......"

"In short, all the subjects needed to be an Auror. Snape let out the slightest sneer.

"yes, well, that's what I volunteered for," Harry said challenged.

"And you, too, will be a great Auror!" said Slavhorn in a booming voice.

"I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," Luna said unexpectedly. Everyone looked at her. "The Aurors were part of the Rotten Fang's conspiracy, I thought everyone knew about it. They want to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within, through dark magic and gum disease. ”

Everyone burst out laughing, and Harry even choked half of the mead into his nose.

Really, that's the benefit of bringing Luna.

Luna's good-looking skin definitely hides an incomparably wheat husk soul, and the devil knows where Luna got so many ideas and brains.

He coughed and took the goblet away, soaking wet, but he was still grinning, when he saw something even more refreshing: Mr. Filch was tugging at Draco Malfoy's ear towards him.

"Professor Slahhorn," Filch said breathlessly, his jaw trembling, his bulging eyes glowing madly at catching a mischievous student. "I found out that the boy was sneaking up in the hallway upstairs. He claimed to have been invited to your party, but was delayed in his departure. Did you send him an invitation?"

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