Chapter 777 Dinner

( ) After waiting for the old bat to leave for a while, Hermione took Allen's outstretched arm and climbed up the marble steps, and soon walked into Slughorn's office.

Due to the temporary casting of many invisible telescopic spells, Slughorn's office was much larger than usual at this time, with emerald green, crimson and gold curtains hanging on the ceiling and walls, making it look like a large tent. But the room still seemed a bit crowded and stuffy due to the large number of people, and it was illuminated red by a golden lamp hanging in the center of the ceiling.

"That's the house-elf in there," Hermione said, looking up at the lamp. Allen looked along and saw that there were elves flickering in the lamp. Each elf was a bright spot of light. From a far corner came a loud singing voice that sounded like it was accompanied by a mandala bell.

"They should only be able to see the guests' legs." Hermione was a little aggrieved. Alan followed Hermione's gaze and saw some house elves walking through the crowd, holding heavy silver plates in their hands. Covering their bodies from direct view of other wizards, they looked like little roaming tables.

Allen comforted him in a gentle tone: "It will change. At least the house elves working at the Umbrella have accepted the holiday."

Hermione still looked a little annoyed: "But they will ask for overtime during working hours to make up for vacation time, and they will not accept the salary."

"Hermione, you have to think on the bright side. At least we are beginning to let them accept it. This is already a blessing you have brought to them." After saying that, Allen hugged Hermione and said, "Let's go there first."

Slughorn, wearing a poppy velvet hat that matched his smoking shirt, was chatting animatedly with Josephine Harris, who was wearing a purple wide-brimmed pearl woolen hat. Seeing Allen come in, the two of them stopped talking at the same time and greeted Allen.

"Professor Slughorn, good evening Aunt Josephine." Alan greeted him proactively.

"Albert and Fleur are here too," Josephine nodded to Allen after hugging Hermione, and then looked around the whole place, "Those who were there just now have slipped away to where."

"Professor Harris, Miss Granger, good evening. I was talking to Josephine about you, and there are some friends I want to introduce to you." Slughorn's voice was loud and his face was rosy. He enjoyed this kind of cross-fertilization and talents from all walks of life. It was a scene where celebrities gathered, even though many of the guests this time were not members of his club.

"This is Eldwalpur, my former student, author of Blood Brothers: My Life among Vampires, and of course his friend Bloody." Slughorn put his hand on a bespectacled on the little man's shoulders and pushed him in the direction of Allen.

After Allen reached out his hand, Elder Worple bent down slightly and held it eagerly, "Professor Allen Harris, it's such an honor to meet you." Worple looked up at Allen with his short-sighted eyes wide open. "What I look forward to most is to meet you, Professor. If I can write a biography for you, Professor, I will definitely gain everyone's expectations and love."

"Please don't get close to these girls." Josephine Harris' serious tone and commanding tone made Allen and Walple, who were talking, look at her. I saw Josephine standing next to a tall, thin man with dark circles under his eyes and a tired look, holding the man's arm tightly with her pale hands.

"Oh, Bloody Ni, don't go there." Worple's expression also became tense. The vampire Bloody Ni who was brought to the party by Worple was waving at a group of curious and excited girls standing around him, with hunger in his eyes. of light.

"You might as well eat a bloody lollipop." Ambrosio Frum took out a bloody lollipop from his pocket and handed it to Xueni. Carrying a variety of candies to give away to other guests, mainly students, Frum expected them to visit the Honeydukes Candy Shop he and his wife ran during their normal Hogsmeade days.

Ambrosio Froome was also a member of the Slug Club and was introduced to Ciceron Harkis by Slughorn after graduation, giving him his first job. Later, Ambrosio married Mrs. Froom and started running his own candy business. In order to repay Professor Slughorn, Ambrosio would give him a candy every year on his birthday or on occasions like today. A gift basket filled with pineapple preserves, Slughorn's favorite candy.

Bloody Ni held the bloody lollipop in his mouth and leaned on the cabinet beside him boredly. Josephine Harris also took one from the candy store owner and was monitoring the restless vampire.

"Professor Slughorn, can you continue to introduce me to other club members?" Hermione politely invited Slughorn and began the real purpose of coming here tonight.

"Of course, of course, come with me. There are many people here today. They also want to get to know such a beautiful and capable witch." Slughorn praised. This is not difficult for Slughorn. He just Provide an opportunity to get to know each other.

Not long after Harry and Ginny entered the room, Ginny threw Harry away and ran towards a tall black witch with bright eyes. Harry recognized it immediately, it was Gwenog Jones, Ginny was a die-hard fan of hers and had her picture posted in her bedroom at the Burrow.

It was just that Gwenos was talking to Alan, and Ginny just stood quietly and looked at them with admiration.

"Mr. Alan Harris, do you have any plans to play professional football after graduation?" Gwenog Jones raised his head with dark brown hair and stared into her brown eyes, "You are known as one of the best in the world. The best seeker, I really hope to play a game with you, I still stick to my point of view, I think witches are more suitable for playing Quidditch than wizards."

"Quidditch is my hobby, but I haven't planned to develop it into my career. I won't join any club after graduation, but I may still be able to spare some time during the next World Cup, Gwe Ms. Nog Jones, if you can join the Irish national team, I think we still have a chance to play against each other." Allen, who was stopped rudely by the black female batsman, sarcastically said, and then looked at the excited people on the side. Unable to control herself, Ginny said to Gwenog Jones, "Your fans are here."

"Ms. Gwenog Jones, can you sign your autograph for me?" Ginny smiled gratefully at Allen and quickly took out her lipstick, "I am currently the Gryffindor Chaser at Hogwarts. Player, I plan to join the Holyhead Harpies after graduation and hope to have that honor.”

Seeing that the visitor was a woman, Gwenog Jones smiled cheerfully, took Ginny's lipstick, unscrewed it and pointed at Ginny's dress, "Sign here?" Ginny nodded and pulled herself The skirt is straightened so that the other person can write easily.

"Your name?" asked Gwenog Jones.

"My name is Ginevra Molly Weasley." Ginny's face turned red. She was so excited that she forgot to introduce herself.

"It's from the Weasley family. I should have thought of it when I saw this red hair." Gwenog Jones did not have other stereotypes that the Weasley family were pure-blood traitors. She gave Ginny a friendly She signed her name on the long skirt, "I invite you during the summer vacation. How about you come and fly around for a while? But you have to wear pants next time."

On the other side of the banquet hall.

"Annette Bobin, our charming Ms. Bobin family runs a large chain of pharmacies." Slughorn introduced Hermione, "This is Hermione Granger, the head of the Umbrella Company."

"Hello, Miss Granger." Annette, who looked to be in her thirties, was wearing a pink and green low-cut dress studded with diamonds. Her short golden hair was combed neatly, looking capable and charming. "I've heard about Granger for a long time. Miss Jie is not only outstanding academically but also well-run. I have been thinking about when I can ask you for advice. My brother’s daughter Melinda Bobin happens to be in the first grade. She admires Professor Ellen Harris very much. Unfortunately, if it were not for her age, I think she should have taken the ancient magic course long ago. Although some tabloids have made up some bad news recently, please rest assured that I think people with a little bit of discernment can distinguish right from wrong. I am very willing to let my niece join the training class. .”

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Bobin. It would be great if Miss Melinda Bobin was willing to come to the training class. We have reformed it this year to encourage more people to join." Hermione extended She made a move, but the other party just lightly touched her hand and then took it back.

Hermione stared at the other party with some confusion as she unconsciously used Legilimency, while Annette stiffly smiled apologetically at Hermione: "I will tell her the good news, and I don't know if I will be lucky enough." Let’s discuss business matters with your company. I mean the price of potions has continued to drop recently. I think this is not a good thing for our industry after all.”

"I don't think it's necessary, Ms. Bobin. The drop in potion prices is a good thing for more wizards and intelligent magical creatures." Hermione raised an eyebrow and raised her chin, her expression became very serious. Rejected the other party coldly.

The various potions sold by the umbrella have the Arcane Garden in Ravenclaw's Wizard Tower, which can speed up the planting of the most expensive herbal components in the potion ingredients, plus Professor Snape and the tower's knowledge of potions. The knowledge manual, as well as some medical concepts and management methods introduced by Muggles, make the potions produced by the Umbrella Company much more effective than the various potions on the market that are privately prepared by so-called potion masters of varying quality. And it has huge advantages in output and cost.

The magic potion brand established by Umbrella has been recognized by the wizarding world in just one year. Even the wizarding circles in other countries have begun to do business with Umbrella. UU Reading www. uukａnshu.net Under such an impact, it is conceivable that the other party's traditional potion workshop-style production, even if it uses a chain pharmacy format that is relatively advanced in the wizarding world, is getting worse.

"That's really a pity. I think the Harris family still lacks understanding of our traditional British wizarding family customs." Annette Bobin still smiled, but her tone was cold, "Oh, sorry, I'm sorry, as a pure Is Miss Granger, a core member of the Blood Harris Umbrella Company, related to Hertok Dagworth Granger, founder of the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries?”

"No, I'm not related to him. I'm a Muggle." Hermione's straight body made her very imposing. She had just read the other person's true thoughts through Legilimency in his mind, but again A supporter of pure-blood supremacy had no choice but to try to condescend to get the Umbrella Company to control the price of potions and allow her own family business to breathe. After receiving a refusal, Ms. Bobin No longer hiding it, he directly wanted to use his own origin as a satirical direction.

Annette Bobin's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly raised her eyes to glance sideways at Hermione. This gesture could make the other party feel her contempt and disdain without saying anything.

Hermione was angry and was about to retort, but was interrupted by a familiar female voice.