Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Harry, they can finally get out of the car, really, they are simply fed up! The carriage swayed like a roller coaster ride, and it still had no fixed poles and seat belts.

They waited for the bulk of their luggage to get off the bus, and they said goodbye to Mr. Weasley and the others who sent them, and dragged the large and small suitcases to Hogwarts Castle.

Most of the lanes leading to the school from Hogsmeade village have been cleared and there is no snow cover. From time to time, you will encounter frozen ground on the road. They have to walk carefully before they can walk, so that they will fall apart if they don’t pay attention.

After a while, they swayed to the front of the school.

“Oh, Harry–” Hagrid waved his hand happily as soon as they saw their group of children. “Good morning! Come, children, come over!”

“Hagrid!” Harry was busy with his big suitcase and ran two steps to the door. “Hagrid, how are you standing here? Who are you waiting for?”

“Hey, everyone asks when they pass,” Hagrid shrugged said. “Don’t say that, I have something to transfer to you – someone else just asked me.”

He said, taking a few rolls of parchment from his coat pocket, they were all neatly rolled, with a bunch of purple ribbons in the middle.

Harry took a look and saw that one of his volumes had his name on it, and the other volumes also read the names of others he knew.

He will leave his roll of parchment, and the remaining rolls will be handed back to Hermione, Ron and Neville.

“Invitation?”

When Hermione had just received the three of them, Harry had already opened his own. The above content is just a sentence, saying that I hope to invite him to join in breakfast or something, the signature is Slughorn, the seemingly unreliable old man.

“I have a part too?” Ron looked at his own parchment and wondered. “I don’t remember that our family has a relationship with him… oh… maybe it’s a bit?”

“Let me see, he invited us to go because of the friendship of our parents…” Hermione didn’t take it for granted. “Or else, how do I say? Is it true that my father mother has made up for him?”

“This Mr. Slughorn…who?” Neville asked wonderingly.

“Horas Slughorn, who had been a Potions’ Professor at Hogwarts a long time ago, was still a Slytherin Head of House, and was said to have a high level of potion.” Hermione explained it casually, then continued. But what is he doing back? And also handing us invitations?”

Hagrid saw her looking to her side and shook her head.

“Just and I just stood here and talked a few words, and he came over,” Hagrid said. “He first invited Marx, Marx quickly agreed, and he handed the parchment to me. Let me hand it over to you when I see you.”

“Marx is here?” Hermione was surprised. “I thought he would be late! Today he just came out of the Courtyard…”

“He looks like a good head and should be fine.” Hagrid said, and he couldn’t help but sigh. “I didn’t expect that the person who couldn’t even mention the name would die like this…”

“You can mention it now!” Ron said happily. “Not… well, Voldemort… How do you feel like you are talking?”

“I don’t think you just adapt to that’s all,” Hermione said. “Let’s go first! Doesn’t that gentleman invite us to have breakfast? Marx is there too…”

“To be honest, I don’t really want to go,” Harry said awkwardly. “I don’t like him very much.”

“Mr. Slughorn is actually a good person and willing to make friends,” Hagrid seems to have a somewhat different opinion. “There are very few Slytherins who can make friends like him without seeing him. Of course, sometimes he is a bit warm. Overdone!”

Hagrid is a typical old man, and he always relies on intuition to see people. Although this usually makes him ignore a lot of details, watching people often float on the surface, but in fact it is not much worse than those who are smart.

After all, everyone’s mind is hard to guess. Instead of arguing for the ambiguity of the so-called true face, it is better to rely on the surface to judge a person’s character.

Be aware that the characters that people display are usually the part they want others to know. In the vast majority of cases, that is the principle that they are human beings, and they will not change easily. If you don’t plan to have in-depth contact with someone, you only need to know the surface is more than enough.

For the old man of Slughorn, Marx made it to him with this mentality. As long as you don’t be too credulous, Slughorn this person is enough to be a good “ordinary friend”, especially since he has been fascinated by human relationships in his life. Useful friends can be said to be in the global magic circle.

Being a friend with him is generally better than harm.

It’s just that Marx thinks this way, but Harry won’t. Young lions mostly like to act with their instincts and preferences. At this point, sometimes even the clever Hermione is no exception.

After saying goodbye to Hagrid, everyone dragged their luggage and went to Gryffindor Tower. Even if they are willing to go to the meeting, then they have to put down their luggage first?

“Don’t you really go?”

In the bedroom, Ron wrapped his bed and asked Harry behind him.

“Well… I don’t know if I should go…” Harry didn’t stop, but he hesitated in his mouth. “Just Marx, he seems to be going… Since Slughorn is an invitation in front of him, I I think we should probably check it out.”

“I think so too,” Ron said, no matter what the two are facing back to the Pack, they are nodded from their own location. “To have breakfast… Hey, it sounds cool!”

Ron, who has had a bit of shabbyness since childhood, is always curious about this kind of activity that sounds like a grade and mood. Perhaps in the past, he has always imagined that he was invited to participate in some high-end private banquet scenes. Now there is a similar opportunity, and he really didn’t want to miss it.

……

I don’t know exactly what Slughorn did, at least he did find a decent place for this “meal breakfast” plan. Hogwarts had a lot of empty rooms, and Slughorn chose a side room on the first floor that was almost unused.

The house elfs who live in the kitchen have always been diligent, and even where no one is going, they will work hard to clean every corner and keep them in a state where they can be used at all times.

At the moment, when Harry pushed the side door of the side hall, some slightly cluttered vocals came out from inside and got into their ears.

Slughorn was the loudest of them, and he seemed to be happily talking to a Slytherin student, and the seemingly straightforward laughter echoed gently in this small side hall.

But when Harry followed the voice and sent his gaze to Slughorn, they saw a silhouette that they didn’t want to see at all.

“Malfoy?” Harry frowned. “I didn’t want to join the head when I saw him.”

However, they all came here, and it is obviously impossible to go back. In fact, Slughorn has turned his eyes to this side as soon as the door opens.

“Oh! Isn’t this our Mr Potter? And Mr. Weasley…”

He greeted him and stood up. Perhaps it was because the contact with Harry was not going well a few times. He also specially adjusted the name of Harry, trying to control the sense of distance from being too abrupt.

“Of course, this must be Miss Granger – you are very famous at Hogwarts, everyone knows you, and your academic performance is always first!”

“Hello, Mr. Slughorn!” Hermione was politely nodded. “I am very glad that you know me, but the academic results don’t represent much, and I need more effort.”

“You are too modest, charming young lady.” Slughorn’s greeted words are a bit boring, at least for a young girl who is still underage, it is easy to have a goose bump. “This must be Mr. Longbottom, right?” ”

Neville heard Slughorn say hello to himself, and quickly ordered a little bit like a chicken glutinous rice. For this over-enthusiastic bald old man, he seems to be a little scared.

Slughorn glanced at Neville’s face, and there was a glimmer of disappointment in his eyes, and then he once again raised his high interest as a cover.

“Come on, come on! Young ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat!” He sighed. “Where you can sit anywhere, just pay attention not to sit on other people’s laps – my party has always been very relaxed and free. You don’t have to be too cautious.”

That being said, Harry and Neville are both hesitant. One of them was not very interested in this sudden gathering from the beginning, while the other did not know where to put it.

Even Hermione, who was still relatively normal at the beginning, saw some of the concerns of the young girl around Marx.

As for Ron, he should have been happy in this kind of occasion, but the presence of Malfoy made him feel awkward at once. Because he found that today’s Malfoy looks very different, and if it is to say, it is too “honest” – did not make any provocative behavior when they saw them.

Even if Marx is there, he won’t dare to squint his eyes. In Ron’s impression, Draco Malfoy is the kind of guy who has to show his disdain.