Ron was struggling.

Although they had kicked Umbridge out of the country last year, he still didn't like Malfoy.

That face.

After being beaten so many times, don't you want to change it? Obviously doing personnel, but not talking about people.

"How does he want to clear Slytherin." Harry asked.

"Purge" is a very interesting word, and it is usually used by Gryffindor Quidditch teams against Slytherin Quidditch teams.

Ron shook his head, "I don't know. ”

"But it doesn't look like it's going to be peaceful, Parkinson's nose is bruised and his face is swollen, and Malfoy really didn't spare his hand at all."

Harry shook his head, "I mean, did he say what he wanted to make Slytherin look like?" Unlike the Slytherin who made it Voldemort, the Slytherin who became pure-blooded? The Slytherin of Malfoy? Or the Slytherin of Hogwarts? ”

Ron struggled to recall, "He said it was the Slytherin that made Slytherin the Slytherin." ”

The words were a little tongue-twisted, and Ron's cheeks were a little sour.

"Isn't that their Slytherin business?" Hermione shook her head, "We haven't gotten the House Cup in years, and this is a good opportunity. ”

Ron suddenly realized.

Fingers snapped, and he began to ponder.

"Luckily, both George and Fred graduated." He whispered, "Otherwise, they wouldn't have missed the fun." ”

"Let me think about what other dangerous people are."

He took out his parchment and began to write and draw, writing out the names of the little lions who were easy to "watch the excitement without making a big deal".

That's when —

There was a knock on the door.

A well-dressed third-year witch pushed open the door and whispered, "Sorry excuse me, I have an invitation for Mr. Potter, as well as Granger and Weasley." ”

In the carriage, three people looked up.

The little witch placed the two invitations she held in her hand on the table and hurriedly pushed them in front of Hermione and Ron.

Carefully taking another invitation from his pocket, he gently placed it in front of Harry.

"Whose invitation?" Hermione raised her wand and cast her detection magic.

"A professor, I haven't met." The little witch replied.

New professors?

There was no curse on the invitation, and Hermione flicked her wand, and the invitation was gently unfolded.

The little witch took a deep breath, "Potter, I'm a third-year Slytherin student, my name is Viola Spencer, yes."

"All right, Miss Spencer. Sorry to interrupt you. Hermione interrupted and smiled, "But the new professor invited us to his carriage now, and we need to be prepared, after all, we can't be rude to see the professor." ”

The little witch was stunned and nodded reluctantly, "Oh, well. ”

She opened the door and spoke eagerly, "Mr. Potter, it's an honor to speak with you today. ”

The rattle slowed for several seconds before the door finally slammed shut.

"Harry, did you just speak?" Ron shook his head, the little witch's last words, made him think he was hallucinating.

"Harry is very popular right now." Hermione turned her hair, "What did Yennefer say?" A good man is bound to be contaminated with flowers and plants, whether he wants to or not. ”

Harry opened his invitation, "Hermione, you can't be spoiled by Yennefer. ”

"She's a good mother." Hermione emphasized.

Harry didn't speak, looking at the text on the invitation.

"Dear Mr. Potter,

It would be an honour to have afternoon tea with you in Box C.

You are friendly, loyal, . F. Slughorn. ”

Ron also opened his invitation letter and muttered quietly, "Who is this Professor Slughorn?" ”

He and Hermione, like Harry, got the invitation, but there were slight differences in the contents.

"Dear Ron,

I would be very happy to have afternoon tea with you in Room C.

. Professor F. Slughorn. ”

The slight gap made Hermione can't help but pout, and her senses for this new professor are not very good.

"Slughorn, a skilled Potions Master, is one of the few people in the Potions Society who can communicate with Professor Snape." Harry elaborated, "He has all the glory of a potions master. ”

Ron exclaimed slightly.

Harry paused, his tone deepened, "Of course, the thing I remember most about him is that he used to be a professor at Hogwarts. ”

"It's Tom Riddle's Potions professor."

"Also the Slytherin Dean at the time."

"He was Professor Potions until Professor Snape joined the company."

The two of them looked solemn.

"Voldemort's professor and dean?" Ron whispered, a reasonable doubt in his heart.

Harry stood up, waved his wand, and changed into his school uniform, "Since he invited, let's go and see." ”

Ron and Hermione also waved their wands and with a flick of it, they removed the Transfiguration Charm from their robes.

They stepped out of the carriage and headed for Box C.

The carriage was unusually large, and it had been cast with a Traceless Stretching Charm, and the door was pushed open, and there was not only the unmasked Professor Slughorn inside, but many others.

Neville of Gryffindor, Breth Shabini of Slytherin, and many other people that Harry had met but wasn't very impressed, and even Ginny.

"Mr. Potter!" Professor Slughorn breathed a sigh of relief as he walked briskly, "You're here, I wrote you the first invitation, I thought you wouldn't want to." ”

He was about the same size as Fudge, round and round with a belly that looked like he was twelve months pregnant, and his facial features were different, and the professor was obviously more handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of the same shrewdness.

Hermione whispered, "Professor Slughorn, you made the wrong decision to ask a little witch to send Harry an invitation, I think she must have spent half an hour tidying up her makeup." ”

A little complaining.

Professor Slughorn wasn't angry at all and giggled, "Miss Granger, they all say you're serious, and to be honest, I have a lot of trouble dealing with Gryffindors like Minerva, but they obviously misunderstand you, you're a humorous little witch." ”

Hermione smirked.

"Harry, what I'm looking forward to most is seeing you." Professor Slughorn said enthusiastically, "The heir of Gryffindor, a very good young wizard, I have yet to try to teach a Dumbledore-esque student. ”

"You should be experienced." Harry replied softly, "After all, you have a lot of excellent students. ”

Slughorn's face froze.

He could hear what Harry meant.

"My dad and mom are also your students." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and continued.

Slughorn's face changed, and his face soothed again: "Of course, Jaime and Lily, I dare say you must have inherited the virtues of your mother, she is an extremely good witch, and I look forward to her becoming the youngest female Potions Master of this century, or even the youngest Potions Master." ”

"It's a shame."

Harry smiled.

Slughorn didn't dare to let Harry speak again, and then looked at Hermione, "And Miss Granger, you're the second person I'm looking forward to." ”

"I dare say it's inevitable that you'll be with Harry."

"Like you, Lily had a not-so-good background, but both showed exceptional talent in magic."

"To be presumptuous, juniors are always better than their predecessors, twelve "O's", whether I am or Dumbledore, we were not so good back then. ”

Hermione politely replied to him, "But Professor Slughorn should be very experienced?" After all, the previous two students who got all the "O's" were taught by you. ”

Harry added to her: "Under your tutelage, Slytherin is exceptionally good, and we Gryffindor want to compete for the House Cup this year, but we will have a headache when you come back." ”

Slughorn's face stiffened again.

He looked at Hermione and then at Harry.

When Dumbledore invited himself, he had mentioned that he had to be careful with Harry's mouth.

I didn't say to be careful of Hermione Granger!

And

I still underestimated the extent to which my words pierced my heart.

"Professor Slughorn, are you returning to Hogwarts this time to take over the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professorship?" A seventh-grade Slytherin student asked a question with a hint of subtlety.

Slughorn hurriedly turned his head, looked at him, and replied with a smile, "No, my Defence Against the Dark Arts is worse than Harry, even compared to Neville." ”

He looked at Neville, who was sitting in the corner, silent.

Some of the little wizards were surprised.

"That didn't make it to the newspapers, so should I say it? Neville? Slughorn asked.

Neville shook his head.

He continued: "I'm afraid you don't know that on his birthday this summer, Neville ran into Bellatrix, who had fled to Godric's Hollow, and I mean, the notorious Death Eater of the Lestrange family, alone, Neville, single-handedly killed her. ”

"If I had to come, I'm afraid I wouldn't be a match for Lestrange."

The little wizards looked at him in amazement.

The protagonists of this matter, if the name is changed to "Harry Potter", they are all very acceptable, but Neville?

Can he do it too?

"Defence Against the Dark Arts, only true masters are qualified to be your professors." Slughorn shook his head, "And, have you heard that rumor?" ”

"The curse of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professorship."

The little wizards nodded.

But no one dared to mention the word "mystery man".

Slughorn giggled again: "That rumor, in recent years, has changed another version, the curse of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, every professor who joins the school will be beaten by Mr. Potter. ”

"Not many people dare to be Defence Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts right now."

The little wizards' faces turned strange, and no one laughed in with him.

"Is that rumor true?" Slughorn chuckled inwardly, keenly catching the change in their faces.

A Hufflepuff wizard spoke to Harry, "Potter, did you walk past Professor Black last year?" ”

"Punched." Harry nodded.

In the evening's combat class, Sirius fought him a lot, and Harry wouldn't keep his hands because he was his godfather.

Hufflepuff pursed her lips: "That doesn't seem like a rumor. ”

"Who is this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Slughorn whispered, "Luckily, I'm here to teach Potions, and your new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is Professor Snape." ”

The little wizards nodded.

It sounded normal, Potter and Snape were fighting, and rightfully so.

In fact, they didn't fight every year, which already made many young wizards think it was incredible, every time they went to class, the two of them were yin and yang, and the power of words was enough to overturn the classroom, and Professor Dumbledore must have put a lot of effort behind it.

Slughorn waved his hand, "Okay, I think everyone knows Harry. ”

"Harry, I'll introduce you to the others."

In the carriage, there were more than twenty people, and Hermione found the pattern - there was only one wizard like herself who was born completely ordinary people, and most of the other wizards were pure-bloods, or they were half-blood wizards with prominent status, and even those pure-bloods with lonely families, Slughorn did not invite.

They didn't see Draco Malfoy.

Slughorn took them with them to reminisce about the past.

He taught many of the great wizards about their childhoods, and his own club called "Slug", which only admitted wizards in the sixth and seventh grades who were exceptionally good at potions - of course, Cornelius Fudge was also a member of this club, which immediately made the club much less valuable.

Until the train came with a hint.

Slughorn clapped his hands and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't even notice, it's this time. ”

"Alright, children, hurry back and prepare for the opening dinner."

He greeted them one by one.

Harry was the last one.

It was also the one he treated most enthusiastically: "Harry, I'm looking forward to our exchange at the Slug Club after school starts. ”

They stepped out of the carriage.

"I don't like him at all." Hermione said bluntly, her little face slumped, "He's almost comparable to Lockhart, look at what he's done." ”

"That Babeer!"

"Just say that he doesn't know his uncle well, do you see what he did? immediately ignored him, and didn't even give him a refill after drinking the tea. ”

Ron scratched his face, he didn't feel that way.

Slughorn was still quite enthusiastic about him, though nowhere near as he was with Harry.

"Harry, will you join his slug club?" Hermione took a deep breath and turned her head to look over, feeling a little happier.

Harry nodded, "Of course." ”

"He's a Potions Master."

"Professor Snape's research is at a critical juncture, and it's a blessing to have an extra Potions Master, and to be so experienced."

Ron suddenly clapped his hands: "Harry, you want to lock him up." ”

(End of chapter)