"Good evening, dear, you came much later than Albert and I did. Fleur was dressed in a neat and gorgeous chiffon evening dress, she looked like Venus, the goddess of love and beauty in Roman mythology, and she walked up to Hermione and giggled a little exaggerated with the back of her hand over her mouth, "Guess what I saw before? A witch of very poor taste, 'decorating' herself with a large diamond and a low-cut pink and green dress, looking almost like a Christmas tree." ”

Using the racial talent that comes with the bloodline, Fleur's smile at this time is simply glowing, attracting the attention of many people.

Hermione saw Fleur pretending not to see Annette Bobbin, but she described the exact same outfit that Bobin was wearing today.

Bobin frowned, straightened his back in annoyance, and coughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were here. Fleur gracefully performed a courtesy, but there was no sign of apology in her tone or expression, "I hope to meet you at some dinner party in a few years, especially if our Granger boss plans to lower the average market price of potions even more... That must be very interesting. ”

"Fleur, I think the current price of potions in the wizarding world is still quite high, I don't think it's enough to adjust a little, this should be the long-term goal of our umbrella. Hermione understood the meaning of Albert's fiancée's sarcasm, and she also mixed in, as if she didn't see Annette Bobin's clothes, she unnaturally followed Fleur's appearance and covered her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled, "When the time comes, the diamonds in the green dress of the lady you just met are probably gone, which can at least help her improve her taste a little." ”

Although Hermione's imitation of Fleur looked a little stiff and clumsy, Annette Bobbin couldn't help it any longer, and she snorted a little angrily and held her glass away from the two little witches who sang and harmonized.

"Well said, Hermione, would you like a glass to moisten your throat?" Neville cautiously walked over in a white stand-up collar with gold buttons, two glasses of wine, and judging by the few stains left on his pure white waiter's uniform, he had knocked over once or a few times...

"Neville?" Hermione looked at her classmate Neville in surprise, who had been placed as a waiter by Professor Slughorn.

"I didn't make it to the slug club. Neville didn't seem to care, "But Flegg was even more unlucky, he was placed in the toilet by the professor and handed towels to the others. ”

After getting rid of another adult wizard who had come to talk to him because of his reputation as a savior, Harry finally had a moment to spare, when a student attendant dressed in the same costume as Neville stood in front of him with a plate of crimson meatballs and pushed the plate in Harry's direction, "Harry, some dragon meatballs?"

Harry was a little embarrassed to find that he didn't recognize the classmate in front of him who was calling him by his first name instead of his last name, and he excused himself to look at the round food on the plate, and his nose wrinkled, "Uh... No, thank you. ”

"Yes, it's too heavy to eat this thing. The attendant nodded very understandingly, "It just so happened that a man and a woman threw up after kissing under the mistletoe. ”

"I changed my mind. Harry took the plate directly from the squire's hand, and he shoved a few into his mouth one after the other, chewing them casually and swallowing them, Harry felt that the wizards now didn't want to talk to him as long as they smelled his own breath.

"Potter, what is this? are you eating deliciously, is it delicious?" Cowmike McLagan, who was well-dressed with a big back and a big back, leaned in, and when he saw Harry gobbling up, he grabbed a few meatballs from Harry's plate and threw them in his mouth.

"That hostess is so pretty, much prettier than she looks on TV, and that friend of yours, Miss Jack-of-all-trades, is dressed up much better today than usual, and I knew that I knew her before Professor Harris. Cowmike swallowed the meatballs and laughed, grabbed a few and threw them into his mouth, muttering that he couldn't tell if he was praising Fleur Hermione or praising the meatballs, "That's exciting." ”

Harry looked down at the meatballs that were rolling because of the force on his hand that caused the plate to tilt, and Cowmik was very upset with his unbridled pointing at his best friend, and not only that, but he also liked to give orders casually in the field, and he pushed his glasses and pressed his foot hard and slowly on the carpet.

"Why didn't you see Ron Weasley here?" Comac said to himself as he stared at Hermione half-squinting, "That red-haired kid wasn't invited by Professor Slughorn? ”

Harry jerked his head up and wanted to buckle the plate of dragon meatballs to the other man's stupid head, but he also happened to see Snape standing behind Comac and approaching this side with a gloomy face, neither of the two people in front of him he wanted to socialize with them, Harry pushed the plate in his hand towards Comac, turned around and wanted to leave.

"By the way, Harry, what am I eating?" asked Cowmike as Harry turned around, picking up a meatball and putting it in his mouth.

"Dragon ♂ eggs ♂. ”

Cowmike froze in place, chewed twice unconsciously, and suddenly turned around and threw out all the food that had been eaten in his stomach, and all the undigested food scraps that had been spit out in his stomach sprayed on the crotch of Professor Snape's pants standing behind him, and then began to flow down his trouser legs.

Hearing the sound of vomiting behind him, Harry turned his head and saw the state of Snape, who was embarrassed and suppressed in anger at this time, Snape's pale face under his greasy hair was tense, and the black robe on his body was stained with red flesh foam and yellow-white slime...

Comack looked up at this familiar style of dress, and after seeing that the wizard in front of him was indeed the one he had just feared, his eyes froze in place.

Harry's upper body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud and immediately held back, lowered his head, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his cheeks puffed up, forcibly suppressing his nausea and laughter, he was about to leave quickly, but Snape's cold voice immediately reached his ears: "Don't slip away so fast, Potter." ”

Harry had to stop and turn around.

Snape's gloomy face rose slightly, he held his breath, and his voice was cold, "You just secured yourself a month of confinement, McLagan. ”

Instead of looking at Comac with a frustrated face, Snape walked over to Harry, who was standing in place.

Harry watched such a dirty and embarrassed Snape approach, not only did he not want to laugh, but the feeling of disgusting resistance in his heart became heavier and heavier, he turned his head to look for Ginny's traces, unwilling to look at Snape, who made his heart and stomach feel uncomfortable: "I think I should go back to my female companion." ”

"If you don't spend a minute or two with her, she won't die. Snape's voice seemed to be squeezing out of his teeth, and Harry had no choice but to turn his head to listen to Snape, "Besides, I'm just here to deliver a message." ”

"Message?" Harry asked, looking up in confusion, for there was only one person who could get Snape to deliver a message to himself - Albus Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore asked me to say hello on his behalf, and I wish you a pleasant 'party', and you know that he is out of school and will not be back until the Christmas break is over. Snape's icy gaze stared at Harry's green pupils.

"Leaving school, where are you going?" Harry blurted out his concern for Dumbledore, forgetting that the person in front of him hated him the most, Snape, how could he pay attention to him.

Snape paused slightly, and with an arrogant look on his face, he didn't answer Potter's question, but drew his wand and pointed at his robes silently, and then turned around and walked to the other side of the field.

Harry picked up a drink from the tray in the hand of the passing student attendant, took a large sip to suppress the strong breath that began to flare up at the dragon meatball, and then his attention was replaced by concern for Dumbledore, but he knew that he couldn't learn from Snape's mouth what the other party didn't want him to know, and Harry, full of worry, could only stare at Snape's old bat-like back with some hatred.

Snape walked not as aggressively as he used to, his back straight, but the direction he was going made Harry put down his glass, his eyes narrowed and he quietly followed.

"Miss Parkinson, you are here. Snape walked to a corner of Slughorn's office, a red chair was in the dark shadow of the corner, Pansy Parkinson stood up at the test, she opened her mouth to say something, but Snape raised his hand to stop her, glanced diagonally outside, and walked in.

Harry noticed Snape's gaze and looked in that direction, where Draco Malfoy, dressed in a dark green suit, was holding a wine glass and talking to Allen.

Taking advantage of the noise of the banquet hall, Harry managed to use his immature stealth skills to sneak up on the corner where Snape and Pansy were, and pulled out his wand and aimed the tip of the wand at the thick end of the Slytherin pair close to his ear.

"Fool, if you hide so obviously, you will attract the attention of others, and you will be generous to the banquet, and don't make any more mistakes, if you expel yourself, your mission will be judged to be a failure. Snape lowered his voice, "Alan Harris really wants to know something from your little head, it's useless for you to hide anywhere, the level of the dementor is not below his master, as long as he wants to, he can know." ”

"Professor, Draco and Professor Alan Harris were talking, so I hid under the pretext of touching up my makeup. Pansy was aggrieved, but she didn't dare to tell her part of what Emily already knew.

Snape's voice was cold and intimidating, "Put away your clumsy and stupid little tricks, stop taking matters into your own hands, Dumbledore has left Hogwarts." ”