Chapter 762 Professor Slughorn, Would You Like to Join My Club?

"Ouch, before you know it, it's getting late at night, and it's almost curfew time, you'd better go back quickly." After Slughorn finished drinking the last sip of wine in his glass, he glanced at the person next to him again. An hour funnel, "I had a great dinner today."

Everyone stood up and prepared to leave.

Slughorn stretched out his hands to Allen and Hermione successively: "Professor Harris, Miss Granger, thank you again for coming." Then he turned to others, "McLagan, Harry, Bray Si, you are welcome to come over anytime. You are the same, Miss." He winked at Ginny, "Okay, you guys go, go, or I can't do anything if I get deducted points."

Draco took Zabini out of the room first, and the others gradually left. Allen asked Hermione to go back to the Gryffindor dormitory first. Instead of going out directly, he walked towards Slughorn. go.

"Professor Harris, do you have anything else to do?" Slughorn was buttoning up his suit, which made his big belly stand out a bit, and made him a little worried what to do if the other party was really interested in joining his club deal with.

"Professor Slughorn, it's like this, you know I established a training class in my third year, in fact it's not just a cram school, but an organization similar to your slug club, where each other is graduating Afterwards, we can help each other and make it easier for us to gain a firm foothold in the wizarding world. After several years of development, our members have made some achievements, and with their network, we have also invited some wizards who have long been famous in all walks of life to join— —They are not considered to have joined the Harris family itself, but they have established a good interpersonal relationship with each other...although I have to admit that some of them really chose to join my family." Allen's slightly mischievous eyes flashed However, he smiled gently at the confused Potions professor, "I don't know if Professor Slughorn is interested in joining my Omniscient Club. It is an honor for my club to have a Potions Master like you join. I will definitely put your photo in the most prominent position on my photo shelf."

"Huh?" Professor Slughorn's throat moved, stunned by the sudden and unexpected reverse invitation, he loosened his bow tie and tried to re-understand what Allen said, and he was sure. I, who had invited others to join my own club for decades, was indeed invited by Allen to join his club...

It’s just that Horace Slughorn, who learned that Allen’s training class had such a purpose, became more uneasy. The other party’s establishment of this kind of organization would definitely not be like his own, just to make himself the core , introduce celebrities to each other, plan connections between members, so as to establish some good contacts and get some rewards such as free Quidditch tickets or a box of his favorite candied pineapple-this is The young professor obviously has greater ambitions.

It's just how to tactfully refuse such a face-to-face invitation without hurting the other party's dignity. He who is very talented in language is also very embarrassed at this time.

After pondering for a while, Slughorn smiled tentatively at Allen: "Professor Harris, please allow me to think about it for a while, you know I'm old, if it wasn't for Dumbledore's invitation, I would have continued With my retirement now, I don't know if I will have the energy to join these activities after this teaching career is over, so please allow me to think about it for a while..."

"Of course there is no problem. My invitation is indeed a bit abrupt, but Professor Slughorn, I think before you think it over, our two clubs can actually hold some banquets like today's to introduce members to each other. In this way, establishing a good cooperative relationship can also take the opportunity to expand each other's contacts, right?" Allen also smiled back at Slughorn, "As for what the members need from each other,

Just let them contact each other by themselves, we just kindly provided them with a good platform, and we don’t care about anything else..."

Slughorn was relieved to realize that Alan's goals were not really with him, but with the famous people in his Slug Club, as the other party hinted at the end, even if something happened afterwards , it's no wonder that he is only a contact person on the platform, he didn't participate in person, and this can indeed expand his own network.

Knowing that the other party's first invitation was just a stepping stone, Slughorn, who found that he could not refuse the other party again, cleared his throat: "That is indeed a good thing... I will write to arrange it, Professor Harris, how about it during the Christmas vacation?" So? Then everyone will have more time..."

The only thing the Potions professor struggled with now was that he was afraid that this decision would be the same as the horcrux knowledge he had told Tom Riddle before. Even though the truth on the table said that he had no responsibility, what he knew and felt guilty all the time was that he He thinks that he created the second generation of Dark Lord with his own hands - the soul that has been split too many times has turned the handsome and rational boy into a monster with disordered behavior.

"Very good choice, then I will wait for the good news. Let's make an appointment before the holiday, Professor Slughorn, goodbye." Allen nodded with satisfaction, and Slughorn sent him out personally. Just as he was about to close the door, Allen turned his head and pouted inside the door with his chin, "Professor Slughorn, Harry is still inside, he has been waiting for a long time after our conversation is over, maybe you will let him go later When I go back, I have to issue a certificate for him, otherwise Ms. Skillful Hands will definitely think that he violated the curfew..."

Slugher turned around in astonishment when he heard the words, and found that Harry was still in the room, and his thoughts were immersed in the conversation with Alan Harris just now, and he didn't notice that there were people in the room at all.

"Sorry, Professor, I was admiring that hourglass just now." Harry turned and pointed to a green one on the other table with four crystal clear snakes climbing on it. On the top of the hourglass made of drop-shaped crystals, their tails are connected—Harry is also a little dazed, even though he met Alan before the first grade, he always keeps discovering the other side of the other party. Their conversation just now made Harry I personally felt the other side of those wizards from pure-blood families running their families.

"Oh, yeah." Slughorn allowed his emotions to return to normal, and then walked over, "Interesting little thing, the speed at which the sand falls is related to the quality of the conversation. If the conversation is interesting, the sand Just fall slowly. If you're bored..."

"I think I should go," said Harry, watching the speed of the sand falling.

"Nonsense, what are you afraid of." Slughorn patted him on the shoulder. "As for some of your classmates, let's just say, they can't take my air."

"What kind of professor?"

Slughorn walked Harry slowly toward one of his display stands. "That's where the aspiring students want to go."

There were all kinds of photo frames on the shelf standing by the wall, in different sizes, and Harry realized that they were actually the famous wizards and celebrities he saw when he and Dumbledore went to invite each other, haha Leigh's mother, Lily Evans Potter, is also on it.

"But having said that, you are already a character, aren't you? Harry." Slughorn complimented him. One of the main purposes of his willingness to come to Hogwarts to re-teach besides considering his own safety is to play. I also want to put the pictures of Harry Potter on this shelf.

Harry looked at the photos of these outstanding wizards above, thinking about Dumbledore's explanation to him, gritted his teeth and asked, "Has Voldemort ever been on this shelf, Professor?"

At the name, Slughorn froze for a moment, his eyes widened in horror.

"You know him, right? Tom Riddle, you taught him." Harry asked without giving up.

"He had many teachers at Hogwarts," Slughorn replied casually.

"What was he like then?" Harry continued to ask, but Slughorn, as if immersed in the memory, didn't answer him. "Sorry Professor, excuse me, he killed my parents." Harry tried to ease Slughorn's guard.

"Oh, of course," Slughorn raised his eyelids as if awakened from a dream, "it's understandable that you want to know more." He swallowed, "but I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you Harry, my first When I saw him for the first time, he was bright but quiet, and he wanted to be a first-class wizard. The young Tom Riddle was studious, handsome, and as the head of the boy student body, he was very influential in the school. The well-mannered Del is very good at pleasing people, professors and students like him, he is almost perfect. If you saw Riddle at that time, you would never compare him with the evil mystery that will bring people infinite fear in the future People are connected together. The outstanding male student council chairman brings people a completely different feeling from when he becomes a mysterious person in the future, but it is a bit like the current..."

Slughorn suddenly stopped talking, and he realized that he almost said what he was worried about just now - Tom Riddle, who had never made Horcruxes at that time, was very similar to Alan Harris now. They are all excellent and almost perfect, Hogwarts wizard role models, loved by professors and classmates, and their behavior is impeccable...

Slughorn suddenly turned around and looked at Harry, "It's not that different from other students I know, and in fact, it's not that different from you." He raised his eyebrows, "If there's really anything , He also hid it very deeply."

At this time, on the table, the sand grains in the hourglass wrapped by the four snakes slipped very fast.