Chapter 1,138

"Yes, he's a vampire," Luna said in a tone that stated the truth. "My father wrote a long article about this when Scrimgeour first took over the Ministry of Magic from Fudge, but the people at the Ministry of Magic did not allow him to publish it. Obviously, they did not want the truth to be revealed!"

Harry thought there was no way Scrimgeour was 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 wants to meet a vampire, Harry can help. This is not a difficult task, especially if Rutherford and Dumbledore reach a cooperation.

Strangely enough, there was once a vampire who entered Hogwarts, but Harry could never remember the name of the vampire who played Moody.

The explanation given by Fanlin to Harry was that the vampire's name was enchanted. Without a connection recognized by the vampire, even a wizard like Dumbledore would not be able to find out the vampire's name.

It is hard to imagine how powerful the ancestors of vampires were, and they exerted such powerful magic on the entire race.

While talking to Luna, the two of them had unknowingly approached Slughorn's office. The sound of laughter, music, and noisy conversation grew louder and louder as they walked.

I don't know whether it was like this or whether he had used magic. Slughorn's room was much larger than an ordinary teacher's office.

The ceiling and walls were covered with emerald green, crimson and gold curtains, making it look like you were in a huge tent. The room looked very crowded, bathed in a red light cast by a gold chandelier in the center of the ceiling. Inside the lamp were flying a group of real fairies, each one a bright spot of light.

There was loud singing from a distant corner, which sounded like it was accompanied by a mandolin; several elderly wizards were smoking pipes and talking intently, shrouded in a blur of smoke, Many house elves were squeaking between the forest-like legs. They were completely covered by the silver trays filled with food, which looked like small tables walking around.

"Oh, Harry, my boy!" Slughorn shouted as soon as Harry and Luna squeezed into the room, "Come in, come in, I have so many people to introduce to you."

Slughorn wore a fringed velvet hat to match his smoking jacket and held on tightly. Harry's arms looked as if he wanted to apparate with him, and Slughorn led him straight into the party; Harry grabbed Luna's hand and pulled her to follow him.

"Harry, I want you to meet Edry Walpole, one of my early students and the author of "Sworn Brothers: My Life with Vampires" - of course, this is his friend Sangoni."

Walpole was a short man wearing glasses. He grabbed Harry's hand and shook it enthusiastically; but the man named Sanggui looked a little strange, with a pale face and uniform dark red pupils.

Luna was really right, Slughorn's banquet actually brought a vampire.

Harry stretched out his hand and shook the vampire's hand. It felt no different from a normal person except for the temperature difference.

The vampire Sanggui Ni just nodded. He was tall and thin, with deep shadows under his eyes. It seemed very boring at first, as a group of girls stood beside him with curiosity and excitement, but after Harry arrived, the vampire clearly became interested, at least...

"Oh, Harry Potter, I'm so happy!" Walpole stared at Harry's face with his short-sighted eyes. "I was telling Professor Slughorn not long ago, where is the biography of Harry Potter that we have been waiting for so long?"

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

Harry was a little confused. He hadn't mentioned the biography earlier. Even the interviews in the Daily Prophet made Harry very confused. Moreover, Harry didn't feel that his deeds were worth publishing in a book.

Learn from Gilderoy Lockhart?

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

"Oh, yes, it's just as humble as Horace described!" Walpole said nonchalantly. "But seriously—"

Suddenly, the way he spoke changed; suddenly it was as if he was talking about business, "I would be happy to help you write this book - people are eager to know more about you, dear child, do you know? Yes... Eager! If you agree to do a few interviews with me, just for four or five hours, we can finish the book in a few months, and it will be no effort at all for you, I guarantee you. You can ask Sanggui Ni if I am right - Sanggui Ni, come here!"

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

"Come here, have a piece of pie," Walpole grabbed a piece of pie from the elf and stuffed it into Gunny's hands, then turned his attention to Harry again. "My dear boy, you have no idea of ​​the gold you can make—"

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

He pulled Luna into the crowd; just now he actually saw a ball of long brown hair holding a plate and disappearing among the two members of the Weird Sisters. "Hermione! Hermione!"

"Harry! You're here, thank God! Hi Luna!"

"Hey, Hermione!" Harry looked at Hermione, who was wearing a sky blue dress... a Muggle style, but it was indeed the most comfortable among everyone...

"What are you?" Harry looked at the two glasses of juice and an empty glass on the plate and couldn't help but feel confused. "Where's Fan Lin?"

"Oh, this is for him. Maybe you can get two glasses while we go over there..."

"Then what's going on with this empty cup, and why are you..." Harry felt very strange.

Based on his understanding of Fan Lin, at this point in time, Fan Lin should be honest and diligent in packing everything for Hermione...

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

"Vampire?" Luna's eyes lit up.

"Vampire? I just saw one, next to Slughorn, that was..."

"I'm afraid they're not the same group of people," Hermione said, shaking her head. "In fact, I don't feel very good about the one next to Professor Slughorn."

"Same." Harry shrugged, "So... I was talking to Fan Lin..."

"Yes, Mr. Potter, it's nice to see you. Mr. Fanlin Al and I were just discussing when you would come over." A tall man suddenly appeared behind Harry, and Harry suddenly There is a thorny feeling on the back, that kind of cold atmosphere.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I think something went wrong recently, and some of my abilities can't be controlled well."

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

"Oh, Mr. Dumbledore has helped me before." Rutherford said, "I don't think so..."

"Drink yours." Fan Lin said angrily. He didn't know why, but it was really hard to have a good impression of the vampire Fan Lin.

Maybe it’s because most of the people I come into contact with are pretentious people like Trevor or Rutherford. If I want to change to a vampire girl or a little loli...

Gabriel is good, they rolled on the same bed...

Well... I slept for more than half a month. Of course, the main reason was because Fleur was unreliable, but in fact, the relationship between Gabriel, Fan Lin and Hermione was quite good.

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

"Hello," Luna said politely to Professor Trauni.

"Good evening, dear," Professor Trelawney said, eyeing Luna laboriously.

Fanlin smelled the cooking sherry again. That is Sybil's favorite flavor, and since Firenze came out of the Centaur tribe, Professor Trauni's life has become increasingly difficult.

The two divination masters are both masters of occult science. To be precise, it was Professor Trauni who successfully showed everyone what it means to be enemies while working together.

And in this silent duel, it was obvious...

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

"No, I'm taking Firenze's class this year," Luna said matter-of-factly. This girl was really outspoken.

Obviously, in this duel, Sybil was completely defeated.

"Oh, of course," Professor Trelawney said angrily, smiling drunkenly. "Or called Dobbin (Annotation: Dobbin horse is a kind of agricultural draft horse), that's what I usually call him. You must think that Professor Dumbledore will drive away the horse after I come back to class, right? But No... we have classes together... This is an insult, frankly, do you know..."

Professor Trauni looked too drunk to recognize the others.

Harry and Fanlin wanted to leave here, especially Hermione. Professor Trauni made Hermione feel uncomfortable, while Rutherford asked from the side.

"Is this the author of the prophecy? The prophet?"

"Oh, please..." Fan Lin said, "If you don't speak, no one will tell you..."

"Oh, come on..." Harry glanced from a distance, and then saw Slughorn and his friend of unknown rank walking this way.

"What you eat?"

"Eat...eat..."

Harry and Fan Lin looked embarrassed. As a last resort, they quickly turned around and joined Luna. However, they made another mistake. They all temporarily ignored who Luna was talking to.

"Harry Potter!" Professor Troney said in a deep and trembling tone, and she noticed him for the first time.

"Oh, hello," Harry said awkwardly.

"My dear child!" she said in a voice that was small but carried far away. "Those rumors! Those reports! That Mr. Right! Of course, I've known that for a long time...never a good sign, Harry...but why don't you just go ahead and take Divination? It's a course that, for you, is the most important!"

"Ah, Sybil, we all think that the subjects we teach are the most important!" said a loud voice, and Slughorn appeared on the other side of Professor Trauni. His face was very red and he wore a velvet hat. He was a little crooked, holding a glass of mead in one hand and a huge meat pie in the other.

"But I don't think I've ever taught such a Potions genius!" Slughorn looked at Harry with bloodshot but still affectionate eyes. "Gifted, you know - just like his mother! I've only had a few students with that kind of talent. I can tell you, Sibby - why even Severus -"

To Vanlin's horror, Slughorn stretched out his arm, seeming to dig Snape out of thin air.

"Stop hiding and come here, Severus!" Slughorn burped happily. "I'm talking about Harry's extraordinary potion-making abilities! Of course you should also take some credit, you taught him for five years!"

Snape was held by Slughorn's shoulders and unable to move. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry from above his aquiline nose.

This made everyone's hair stand on end. No one had ever seen Professor Snape in this state. According to his personality, Snape was definitely a member of the ascetic group. It was impossible for Fan Lin to even think about hooking up with each other. .

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

"Oh, it all depends on talent!" Slughorn shouted. "You should have seen what he handed him in his first period, Water of Life and Death - I've never seen a student do so well on the first try, not even you, Severus -"

"Really?" Snape said quietly, still looking straight at Harry, much to Harry's dismay.

The last thing he wanted was for Snape to start investigating the origin of his newfound talent in Potions.

"Remind me what other classes you have taken, Harry?" Slughorn asked.

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

"In short, all the subjects required to be an Auror." Snape gave the faintest sneer.

"Yes, well, that's what I would like," Harry said defiantly.

"And you will become a great Auror!" Slughorn said in a loud voice.

"I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," Luna said unexpectedly. Everyone looked at her. "The Aurors are part of the Rottooth conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They want to bring down the Ministry from within, through dark arts and gum disease."

Everyone laughed, and Harry choked half of the mead up his nose.

Really, that's the benefit of bringing Luna.

Luna's beautiful skin definitely hides an incomparable soul. Who knows where Luna got so many ideas and brainstorming.

He coughed and took away the goblet, his body was soaked, but he was still grinning. At this time, he saw an even more refreshing sight: Mr. Filch was tugging Draco Malfoy's hand. Ears toward him.

"Professor Slughorn," Filch panted, his chin trembling and his bulging eyes shining wildly as he caught the naughty student. "I found this boy hiding sneakily in the corridor upstairs. He claimed to be invited to your party, but was delayed in setting out. Have you sent him an invitation?" (To be continued)